Chapter 23 — The Onyx Bracelet Shatters, The Husband's Secret Is Also Revealed

Hands clasped tightly together. Knuckles turn white.

"I thought."

"Just make more money later."

"Give it all back to me."

"Then everything will pass."

"I think I'll wait until the company stabilizes."

"Waiting for the Ha family to overcome difficulties."

"Wait for the loan to be settled."

"I will make it up to you."

I spoke softly:

"So I'm always waiting."

He raised his head. I looked straight into his eyes.

"Wait until later."

"Waiting for the right moment."

"Wait until everything settles down before treating me well."

"But have you ever thought about it?"

"The person whose things were stolen."

"Can't wait."

"The one who was betrayed."

"Can't wait either."

Ha Nghien was silent. The eyes gradually turned red. I've never seen him like that. Even when the company decides to suspend. Even when Ha Chinh Duc's story was exposed. He has never been like that either. Because at that time. He still thinks he can save it. But now. I knew. Everything can't come back anymore. A moment later. He slowly took out a USB from his pocket. Put it down on the table. Lawyer Dieu immediately looked over.

"What is that?"

Ha Nghien replied:

"Backup data."

"Email account."

"Exchange records."

"Duc Nhuan's internal records."

"Also documents related to the application to change beneficiaries that year."

I looked at the USB. But did not reach out to receive. Ha Nghien continued.

"There are a few things."

"Even my dad doesn't know I kept it back."

"At first I kept it because I was afraid."

"Then keep it for protection."

"But now..."

He stopped. The voice became hoarse.

"Nothing makes sense anymore."

Lawyer Dieu reached out to receive it. Don't forget to say:

"We will check the authenticity."

Ha Nghien nodded.

"Of course."

He turned to look at me. There was no more hope in his eyes. No more begging. Only extreme fatigue remains.

"Tram Duong."

"I thought."

"As long as you still look at me."

"Then you still have a chance."

"But today I understand."

"The person really left."

"It's not the time to turn away."

"That's when there's no more complaining."

I looked at him. Strangely calm inside. Because you're right. If you still hate. At least still pay attention. But until today. What I need. There is no longer an explanation. Which is the truth. And fair. Outside the glass. Suddenly there was a commotion. A hotel employee hurriedly walked over. He leaned close to lawyer Dieu's ear and whispered a few words. Her expression immediately changed.

"Something happened."

I raised my head.

"What's going on?"

Lawyer Dieu opened his phone. His eyes were cold. Give me the screen. Above is the latest urgent notice. An anonymous account has just sent the investigation agency a large data package. Content related to: The hospital where my mother was treated that year. Trust fund records. And a never-before-seen recording. No name recorded. But at the bottom of the attachment there is a comment.

"This is the conversation between Ha Chinh Duc and her mother before she passed away."

I looked at him.

"I always thought I could make it up."

Ha Nghien's eyelids trembled slightly. No denial. I continue:

"You take my seal."

"I think it's okay to return it later."

"You forged my signature."

"I think it's okay to delete the profile later."

"You mortgaged my house."

"I think it's okay to settle the mortgage later."

"You intend to let me bear the debt."

"I think I will pay later when I earn money."

"In the eyes you."

"Anything can be fixed."

"As long as it hasn't been discovered yet."

Ha Nghien sat still. Every sentence I say. It's like peeling off the last layer of the shell he's been trying to keep. A long while. He said hoarsely:

"I never wanted to hurt you."

I laughed. This time I really laughed. But no longer bitter. Just tired.

"A person holding a knife stabs another person."

"Then said he didn't want to kill anyone."

"Does that make any sense?"

His lips trembled. Can't answer. Outside the glass. Ton Phuong Anh is still crying. But that sound seemed very far away. It's like a story from another life. I looked at the man in front of me. The person I used to love. Used to believe. I thought we would spend the rest of our lives together. Then suddenly I realized. The thing that hurts me the most has never been losing money. You don't have to lose the bracelet either. But there is one person. Know that I will help. Know that I will stand with you. But still choose to lie. I asked softly:

"Ha Nghien."

"If it weren't for that bracelet."

"If I don't find out."

"How long are you going to hide from me?"

His whole body stiffened. That was the question he didn't want to answer the most. Because it's not about mistakes. It's about choice. A long time later. He just said:

"I don't know."

I nodded.

"I know."

He raised his head. Bloodshot eyes. I looked straight at him.

"If the order is signed."

"If the bank disburses."

"If the debt is covered."

"If everything goes well."

"I won't say."

His face was pale. Because I know. I'm right. I stood up. This conversation is enough. Ha Nghien also stood up reflexively. But then stopped again. Like someone who finally understands. I have lost the right to keep someone here. I pulled the suitcase closer. Lawyer Dieu stood up holding the USB. Right at that moment. Her phone vibrated. It's a message from the investigation team. She read a few lines. His face immediately changed. I turned.

"What's wrong?"

Lawyer Dieu gave me the screen.

"The recording has just been preliminary verified."

"Time matches."

"The voice matches."

I looked down. The note line is clearly visible: Conversation participants: Ha Chinh Duc and Tram Duong's mother. This is the first content excerpt. Just a few short sentences. But it made the whole room freeze. In recording. My mother's voice is very weak. But still clear.

"The property is left to my daughter."

It's Ha Chinh Duc's voice. And cold to the bone. He said:

"Women have to get married eventually."

"We are already a family."

"So what's the point of keeping so much private?"

I looked at him for a long time.

"You don't know?"

My voice is calm. But it was that calmness that made Ha Nghien not dare to look me straight in the eyes. He bowed his head.

"I really didn't hear it."

"I just know that at that time my father came out of the hospital room."

"Your face is very unsightly."

"He said the conversation was unpleasant."

"Then tell me not to ask any more questions."

I didn't reply.