Chapter 17 — The Onyx Bracelet Shatters, The Husband's Secret Is Also Revealed

"Because the person who set up the trust left a special provision."

I stopped.

"What terms?"

He said slowly:

"If anyone other than you and the person you designate directly requests to change the beneficiary..."

"The system will automatically save records, flag risks and keep them confidential."

"We haven't announced it before."

"Because the person who made the clause required waiting until she proactively activated the protection mechanism."

I stood still. Before my eyes suddenly appeared the image of my mother lying on a hospital bed. But still hold my hand tightly. Perhaps she has known for a long time. Knowing that someone is looking at what she left behind. Knew that after she left. Someone will want to take them away from me. So she left behind a pair of agate bracelets. To remind me. Let me realize. And also let me learn not to continue to be patient. Outside the door, Ha Nghien's hoarse voice sounded.

"Tram Duong..."

I don't look at you. Just zip up the suitcase. Then ask the trust manager the final question.

"That beneficiary change file..."

"Is there anyone's signature?"

The other end of the line replied: I gently closed my eyes.

"Who is that person?"

There was a long silence. His voice rang out clearly:

"The witness on record..."

"It's Ha Nghien's mother."

Ha Nghien's hand outside the door immediately trembled. Finally understood. There are stories. Not starting from the day the bracelet was broken. Which started a long time ago. Turns out that's what they were aiming for. Not just three years of marriage. Ever since my mother was alive. Their hands have already reached out. The trust fund manager's answer made the room fall silent. I stood in front of the still open suitcase. In my hand is my mother's photo album. Outside the window. It was completely dark. The living room has no lights on. Ha Nghien stood at the door. His face turned pale little by little. I heard it too. I turned on the phone's speaker.

"He said it again."

The manager's voice remained calm as before.

"The review team found that a month before her mother passed away."

"Someone once applied to change the order of beneficiaries."

"The content is to transfer part of the trust interests to the second beneficiary."

"Instead of letting you decide later."

"Will pass it on to Mr. Ha Chinh Duc."

I gently closed my eyes. Countless images appeared in my head. Before the wedding. Ha Chinh Duc once sat in the hospital hallway chatting with my mother. He said:

"Tram Duong married into the Ha family."

"Then from now on we will be one family."

He said:

"The Ha family will absolutely not mistreat her."

He said:

"Please rest assured."

"The children will definitely live happily."

My mother leaned against the head of the hospital bed. Face pale. But the hand still holds mine. She did not chase him away. Don't say anything more. Just wait until Ha Chinh Duc leaves. Just softly asked me:

"Duong Duong."

"Have you really thought it through?"

At that time I thought. She just couldn't bear to let me get married. Only today do I understand. Perhaps very early. She sensed something wasn't right.

"Is that application approved?"

The trust fund manager replied.

"The lady has set up a double confirmation mechanism."

"Any changes related to beneficiaries must be confirmed by yourself via video call."

"At the same time, there must be an appointed lawyer witnessed."

"That application was rejected due to lack of conditions."

"But the applicant still left a trace."

I turned to look at Ha Nghien. His eyes were completely confused.

"Tram Duong."

"I really don't know about this."

I didn't reply. He hurriedly took another step forward.

"I'm telling the truth."

"The things my father did back then."

"I was completely unaware."

I looked at him.

"You didn't know your father was targeting my mother's trust fund."

"You don't know how my personal seal ended up in Liang Kaihang's safe."

"I don't know about the second mortgage on the marital house."

"I don't know the joint debt certificate."

"Ha Nghien."

"It seems like all the bad things happen in my house..."

"You just don't know."

His throat was tight. The trust fund manager went on to say:

"We recommend that you immediately conduct a comprehensive audit."

"This case is no longer simply a marital dispute."

"If records from three years ago are relevant to future cash flows."

"It is very possible that there exists a long chain of property appropriation acts."

I only answer one question:

"Warm up."

Ha Nghien immediately raised his head.

"Tram Duong..."

But I didn't even look at him. Because up to this point. What hurts me is no longer what he did. But I finally understand. Mom saw those signs long before me. She left a trust fund. Leave the protection mechanism behind. Leave a pair of agate rings. Even leaving behind classes that I never knew about. It's not because you don't believe me. But because she knows. There will be people who smile in front of her daughter. Call her in-laws. Call me family. Then little by little we moved our hands towards the things that belonged to us. Outside the window. The city has turned on its lights. I closed the photo album. Then ask the trust fund manager:

"In that year's records."

"Is IP address or contact information saved?"

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Then replied:

"And that's also why we want you to prepare yourself mentally."

My hand stopped.

"What do you mean?"

He said slowly:

"There's not just one applicant."

"The file was prepared from two different contacts."

"A clue comes from Mr. Ha Chinh Duc's company."

"And the remaining clue..."

Ha Nghien suddenly clenched his fist. I saw that move. My heart suddenly turned cold. The manager's voice continued to ring out:

"The other contact used the login account assigned to her future spouse."

"At that time."

"The account is registered under the name..."

He paused for a beat.