Chapter 12 — The Wedding Was Broadcast Live, I Came Back To Life From The Coffin

Over and over again, it was drilled into my head: Your father is dead. Her mother was also killed by her. I tried to hold on... Until my consciousness completely collapsed. They recorded the video. Then keep it as a trophy. I thought... They would release it right at the wedding. Unexpectedly, Luc Hanh kept it until now.

“Make an announcement.”

“But not to refute the rumors.”

The secretary was stunned. I opened my computer and logged into my personal account. At 9:20 p.m., I posted a video. In the frame, I sit in my office, without makeup. On the left is the full original of the video shot in the sanatorium. I looked into the lens.

“Hello everyone, I am Hua Tri Mien.”

“This video... is real.”

The comment area immediately exploded. I don't stop.

“At that time I was illegally detained for forty-six hours.”

“Deprived of sleep.”

“Injected with unknown drugs.”

“Being mentally tortured over and over again.”

“I was really devastated.”

“I actually said a lot of things that were contrary to my heart.”

“I'm not going to say that this video is fake.”

“Because I know…”

“A lot of people who have been hurt have had moments that weren't pretty.”

I looked straight into the lens.

“Some people will cry.”

“Someone will beg.”

“Someone is talking incoherently.”

“Some people even begin to doubt whether they are wrong or not.”

“Collapse is not evidence of guilt.”

"The victim doesn't have to be forever beautiful, forever calm, forever perfect without a flaw..."

“That is worthy of trust.”

After the video was posted... The comment section suddenly went silent for a few seconds. Just then... A series of new comments began to flood the screen.

“Collapse is not evidence of guilt.”

"I'm crying. I've also had people use the words I said when I was depressed to threaten me."

“The moment she admitted the video was real... I believed her even more.”

“The victim doesn't have to be perfect.”

Luc Hanh wanted to use my injuries to prove my guilt. I will raise that wound myself. For everyone to see... Where did the knife stab me? Right after that, I posted the second video. This time it was the entire surveillance camera chain of the nursing home that year. Drug use records. Testimony of the doctor on duty. The same announcement that the doctor is currently under investigation. The last page... Is a record of the money transfer transaction from Luc Hanh's overseas charity fund to the nursing home's account. The amount is not large. Enough to end everything. Public opinion once again reversed.

“Who is Luc Hanh?”

“I just checked, this fund is connected to the foreign media agency that spread the news.”

"So there is another mastermind behind Hua Tri Mien's mother's case?"

I turned off comments. Then call the person in charge of the project team.

“I have proof that Luc Hanh is still alive.”

The other end of the line asked in a low voice:

“His location?”

“Not yet.”

“But he will find me himself.”

“Don't take any risks.”

I looked at Luc Hanh's photo on the computer screen.

“I value my life more than his.”

Those are sincere words. The person who has died once... Is the one who understands best... How valuable it is to live. Bright the next day. Ngoc Hanh was simultaneously pressured by his partners. The meeting room was packed with people. The representative of the foreign partner spoke up with arrogance.

"General Director Hua, the risk of public opinion for your company is too great. Unless you accept our new exclusivity terms, all cooperation will have to be suspended."

The so-called new terms... It's like forcing Ngoc Hanh to hand over all distribution rights in foreign markets. Uncle Lam was so angry that he slammed the table.

"There must be a limit to forcing prices when others are in trouble!"

The representative just shrugged.

“The market is like that.”

I turned over the contract and asked:

“Luc Hanh told you to bring this contract?”

The other person's expression changed slightly.

“I don't know any Luc Hanh.”

I nodded.

"No problem."

“Now you can know.”

The meeting room door was pushed open. Several management agency officials and lawyers walked in one by one. Following were also representatives of two large domestic pharmaceutical corporations. The partner representative's face immediately darkened. I pushed another contract to the middle of the table.

“Last night Ngoc Hanh signed a strategic cooperation memorandum with two domestic businesses.”

"The first joint verification will be deployed in thirty-seven hospitals and six provincial-level research projects."

“It's not that we don't work in foreign markets.”

“Just...”

“We are not in a hurry to kneel down to do it.”

The representative smiled coldly.

“The domestic approval process is very slow.”

“General Manager Hua…”

“Don't be so naive.”