Chapter 19 — The Onyx Bracelet Shatters, The Husband's Secret Is Also Revealed

Ha Nghien's shoulders slumped little by little. I looked at him one last time.

"So what you lost wasn't money."

"It's three years since I really wanted to live a good life with you."

The elevator door slowly closed. His face was gradually hidden behind the cold metal door. I used to think. Tonight can finally come to an end. But when the car just left Duyet Giang Phu. Lawyer Dieu's assistant suddenly received a call. Her expression immediately changed. Then give me the tablet. On the screen was a local post that had just been published. Eye-catching headline:

"The rich daughter-in-law forced her husband's entire family into bankruptcy to steal their assets, and also caused her sister-in-law's younger brother to commit suicide unsuccessfully."

The illustration is a picture of me standing at the second-hand market. And the profile picture of the account posting... is Luong Man. 17. The Villain in the Hot Post Less than half an hour after the article was posted. The number of comments has surpassed the one thousand mark. I sat in the car, scrolling through each line. Someone scolded me unintentionally. Some people say that rich women are indeed cruel. Some people say that a bracelet worth thirty-five thousand yuan was originally just a show off. Some people even left comments:

"If it's really that precious, then we have to keep it carefully, why bring it out?"

It's like everything started with that bracelet. Like forged signatures. Debts were slandered. Appropriated assets. Mortgage contracts. Trust records. All of this has never existed. The paralegal pulled the screen down. Another account just posted an additional post. This time it's a screenshot from the video at the second-hand market. But the beginning and end were cut cleanly. Only the scene of Luong Khai Hang holding a knife and standing on the rooftop was kept. And the sight of me standing below looking up. The subheadline clearly states:

"The rich woman coldly stood by and watched others die."

Lawyer Dieu looked at the screen. The tone was extremely calm.

"They've already started."

"It could be Luong Man."

"Maybe it's not just her."

"The speed of spreading is this fast, it's like someone intentionally pushed the traffic."

I looked at the comments that were still increasing every second. One comment was pushed to the first position.

'This kind of woman is scary.'

I looked at that text for a few seconds. Then return the tablet. The assistant asked in surprise:

"Miss Tham, aren't you angry?"

I turned my head to look at the light outside the car window.

"But not surprising."

Because from the moment the first bracelet was broken. I understood one thing. People who are used to stealing other people's things. When you can't steal anymore. Will start stealing the story. Turn yourself into a victim. Turn protesters into sinners. Right at that moment. My phone vibrated. A new message appears. Anonymous sender. The content is only one sentence.

"Don't believe that post."

"I have the full video."

Below is an additional line.

"I was the one filming the video at the second-hand market that day."

Someone cut out the entire beginning and end of the video. Only keep the scene where Luong Khai Hang holds a knife to his neck. In the frame. Luong Man is crying. Luong Khai Hang is screaming. And I'm standing downstairs. Calm face. The caption is just one sentence:

"She pressured my younger brother to the point I want to die, just because I accidentally broke a bracelet."

I turn off the screen. Lawyer Dieu asked:

"Do we need to deal with it right away?"

"First preserve all evidence."

She nodded.

"In progress."

The assistant sitting in the front seat couldn't help but speak up:

"They are really good at changing black and white."

I'm not angry at all. Luong Man does things like that. I was not surprised at all. She never thought she was wrong. Which makes her uncomfortable. It's just that I lost. Can't get the bracelet back in real life. Then drag me through the internet mud. When the car entered the hotel basement. My phone was almost burned out by calls. One strange number after another. Messages also kept pouring in. All kinds of cursing. Some people call me an evil woman. Someone told me to spare the Ha family. Some people even claim to know where I am. Will come to the place to replace Luong Khai Hang to demand justice. Lawyer Dieu glanced at the screen.

"I suggest you not stay in the same place tonight."

I nodded.

"I know."

But as soon as I got out of the car. The phone vibrated again. Still the same strange number as before. This time it's no longer a short message. Which is a complete video file. Duration seventeen minutes. The sender left only one line.

"This is the full version."

"I filmed from the moment Luong Man raised the bracelet until the police appeared."

I opened the video. The frame is a bit shaky. But extremely clear. So clear that you can hear every sentence and every word. Heard Luong Man threatening. Heard Luong Khai Hang bargaining. I heard them asking me to withdraw my application. Restore contract. I heard they used my mother's bracelet in exchange for benefits. And most importantly. Hear Luong Man's words:

"What if I take one of your bracelets?"

The whole car immediately fell silent. Lawyer Dieu watched the entire video. The corners of his lips finally curled up.

"Okay."

"I know what to do."

"Posted it?"

She shook her head.

"Posting now is just arguing with them."

"We'll use another method."

She opened the computer. Quickly send out a few emails. Then say:

"This video will be submitted with the application."

"Defamatory posts."

"Threats."

"Harassment calls."

"Everything will be saved."

"From now on."

"The more they post."

"The thicker their records are."

I looked at the phone screen. The messages kept pouring in. But for the first time all day. I don't feel tired anymore. Because I know. People are really panicking right now. Not me. It's those who are trying to create a fake story. To cover up the truth that is being brought to light little by little. Right at that moment. The phone screen lit up again. Not a strange number.