Chapter 11 — The Onyx Bracelet Shatters, The Husband's Secret Is Also Revealed

Then I nodded.

"Ha Nghien treats me very well."

Mom didn't say anything else. Just quietly put the agate bracelet on my hand. She said softly:

"If there comes a day when I feel sorry for myself."

"Don't be so quick to blame yourself."

Until this moment. Only then did I truly understand the meaning of that statement. It's not that my mother couldn't bear to marry me off. It's that she saw through the greed in the eyes of the Ha family a long time ago. It's just a pity that her illness was too serious at that time. I no longer have enough strength to stand in front of me to block all the knives that are silently coming towards me. Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the testimony room. Ha Nghien comes. His shirt was wrinkled. Dark eye circles. After just one night, my whole body felt a few years older. As soon as he entered the room, he saw a stack of statements on the table. His face immediately changed.

"Tram Duong, don't look at those things."

I raised my head to look at him. His voice was hoarse.

"It's all old stories."

"A lot of the money then goes to the family as well."

"Which family?"

"The family I used to live in..."

"Or is it that your family uses it to feed the Materials Warehouse?"

Ha Nghien immediately stiffened. He turned to the police.

"The origin of these documents has not yet been verified."

"It cannot be arbitrarily considered evidence."

Lawyer Dieu spoke coldly.

"Mr. Ha, it's okay if you don't want to deny it now."

"What you need to explain is where that money went."

Ha Nghien looked at me. There was finally pleading in his eyes.

"Tram Duong."

"Can we talk privately?"

I calmly replied:

"There's nothing more that needs to be said between you and me."

The corners of his lips trembled slightly.

"Do I have to do it to this extent?"

I pushed the authorization form from three years ago in front of him.

"This signature..."

"It was you who signed, right?"

He didn't answer. But that silence is the clearest answer. I continue to ask:

"That personal stamp."

"Did you get it from the marital home?"

His throat moved slightly.

"At that time, I just wanted to help my family turn around capital."

"I think it will make up for it very quickly."

I looked at him.

"First time stealing my stuff."

"Do you convince yourself like that too?"

Ha Nghien suddenly raised his head.

"I didn't steal."

I calmly replied:

"Take my seal without permission."

"Use it to stamp documents I've never signed."

"What do you call that?"

The light in his eyes gradually faded. Right at that moment. The policeman's phone rings. He answered the phone for a few sentences and then immediately became serious. After hanging up, he looked at me.

"Someone just sent a secretly filmed video to a public mailbox."

"The location is the office in the old house of the Ha family."

"The time was after you left last night."

I said nothing. The policeman turned the computer screen towards me. The video starts playing. The image is a bit shaky. But still recognize each person in the frame. Ha Chinh Duc stood in the office. The voice is lowered very low.

"I can't let Tram Duong keep those things."

"If the entire trust fund she left behind is flipped."

"Ha Nghien is done."

Ton Phuong Anh wiped her tears and asked:

"So what to do?"

Ha Chinh Duc replied:

"Find it and talk to it."

"If you can't convince him, make him sign a conciliation paper and then withdraw his application."

"If still not ok..."

"Let's take him home first."

"People inside the house are always easier to control than people outside."

I looked at the screen. Suddenly I felt like the white light in the police station was more reassuring than the light in that house. The video continues to play. The office door was pushed open. Luong Man's voice rang out.

"Tram Duong's broken bracelet is still with the lawyer."

"If you get it back, just say she broke it herself."

Ha Nghien's face was completely pale. Because in the last seconds of the video. He also appeared in the frame. He did not object. Doesn't prevent it either. Just say one sentence in a low voice:

"Don't touch the bracelet."

"It's what she values most."

"Touching it will only make it more troublesome."

I slowly turned my head to look at him.

"So you know."

"You know I value it."

"It's just that you always pretend not to know."

Ha Nghien opened his mouth. But couldn't utter a word. Right at that moment. My phone rings. It's the landline phone number of the old house. I received the phone. Ton Phuong Anh's voice was lowered very low.

"Duong Duong."

"Your things are still at the marital home, right?"

"I told someone to go over there and help you clean up."

I immediately hung up. Then stood up. Lawyer Dieu reacted faster than me.

"If that information is true, you must go there immediately."

Ha Nghien's face changed drastically.

"My mother won't do anything."

I looked at him.

"She just said that she sent someone to help me pack up my things."

"My stuff."

"There's no need for her to touch you."

He raised his hand to stop me.

"Tram Duong, listen to my explanation first."

I avoided his arm.

"From now on."

"Every word you say."

"I just take it as testimony."

Ha Nghien's hand stiffened in mid-air. That moment. Maybe he finally understood. I'm not angry anymore. I simply don't want to keep him in my life any longer. When we arrived at Duyet Giang Phu area. The sky was already bright. The rows of corn in front of the residential area's gate were rustled by the wind. This was where I thought I would live my whole life. But now standing under this building. I just feel strange. The elevator stops on the twelfth floor. The door just opened. I saw two moving agents standing in front of the apartment door. On the ground were placed three large cartons. Ton Phuong Anh stood next to direct.

"That vase was also repackaged."

"Take that safe too, take it away."

Just saw me. The expression on her face instantly froze.

"Duong Duong?"

"Why did you come here?"

I looked at the cardboard boxes in front of me.

"If you don't come."

"Where are you going to move my things?"

Ton Phuong Anh quickly waved his hand.

"Not moving."

"I'm just afraid you're in a bad mood."

"Leave your things here unattended."

"Mom, just keep it for me."

I stepped forward. Open the carton located on top. Inside are photo albums my mother left behind. Along with several files of the trust fund. What made me cold was that all the seals on those files had been opened. My fingers slowly tightened.

"Who let me open them?"

Ton Phuong Anh's eyes immediately avoided.

"I just took a quick look at it."

"Afraid there might be something valuable inside."