Chapter 5 — The whole family shares my money

"Okay." I hung up the phone. Done those things. Then open the photo album in your phone. Find the folder named “Debt book”. Forty-seven group chat photos. Fifteen photos of bank statements. A credit report. Two photos of fake loan documents. Three call recordings. Copy of real estate information change records. Copy of historical record of ownership certificate. Photo of protest petition at the clearance office. The evidence is enough. Now we just need a suitable occasion. An occasion where everyone was present. I don't need to make arrangements. Because I know they will arrange it themselves. They still have one last card left. That's putting pressure in front of everyone. Indeed. Three days later. Sister-in-law took action. Don't call. No texting. But post it on your personal page. A video. In the video, the mother sat in the living room of the old house, wiping her tears and saying: "I worked hard to raise her for thirty years... Now that she has money, she won't accept her parents anymore..." Below the video are the words of her sister-in-law: "Can a daughter not accept her parents for money? The gift of nurturing is greater than the sky. People who don't know how to be grateful will not have a good ending anywhere." Below are more than twenty comments. Most of them are friends of my sister-in-law. “Why are there such kind of girls?” “Too much.” “Raising for thirty years is like raising for nothing.” Same day. My colleague Tieu Ly texted me: "Ms. To, your relative posted something in the residents' group... Please take a look." She took a photo and sent it to me. It's a group of residents of my neighborhood. I don't know how my sister-in-law got in, maybe through the building management. She posted a paragraph: "To Tinh is my brother-in-law, lives in building number 3, apartment 602. She does not take care of her parents, has 2.87 million yuan in clearance compensation but does not give her family a penny. That kind of person is living in everyone's building." Someone below asked: "Is it real or fake?" Someone said: "You should interfere less in other people's matters." There are also people who say: "If you don't take care of your parents, it's really not okay." I looked at those messages. Scroll to see in the resident group. Her sister-in-law also pulled two more people into the group to help her. One is her close friend. One is a relative in the countryside. I took a photo. Save it in the "Debt book" folder. No reply. The next day. My colleague told me that a woman called the company receptionist, saying she wanted to accuse me of "not taking care of the elderly". The receptionist doesn't care about her. But the story spread within the company. The way my colleagues looked at me changed a bit. Not malicious. It's curiosity. It's the type of curiosity: "I wonder what happened to her family." I don't explain. Explaining is also useless. This battle is not taking place at the company. That evening, I texted Chau Lam. “How is the office clearing up?” "The petition has been rejected. Ownership is confirmed to belong to you alone. To Loi's petition has been returned." "Okay." “What about a lawyer letter?” "Sent. Delivery information shows arrival tomorrow." “There's one more thing.” “What?” "I guess they're going to have another family reunion. The last time." “This time they may use a new trick.” “What trick?” "I'm not sure. But Hua Man won't admit defeat. She'll prepare something tougher." "For example?" “For example, fake money donation certificates.” “Contribution certificate?” "She could make up a story about how much money my parents spent when I bought the house. Then forge receipts or bank documents." “How dare she?” "They even dared to fake my signature. What else don't they dare do?" Chau Lam thought for a moment. “Do you need me to be there?” "Need." "When?" “They will notify me.” Indeed. The next day. Mom called. The tone has changed. Not sweet. Also don't cry. Very calm. "Love, the whole family gathers once on Saturday. Your second uncle, aunt and uncle all come. Your father said, this is the last time we will discuss. If we can't discuss it, we won't discuss it again in the future." "Yes." “I came alone.” "Are not." "Huh?" “I'll bring a friend.” “What friend?” "Lawyer." The other end of the line was silent for three seconds. “I quote the law

monk coming? Family matters..." "Mom, you yourself said this is the last time we will discuss it." “For the last time, I want to make it clear.” She hung up. I put down the phone. Open the “Debt book” folder. Final check of all documents. Then he texted Chau Lam four words: "The net can be collected." 7. Saturday. Old house. When I pushed the door open, the living room was already full of people. Parents sit in the middle. The older brother sits on the left. His sister-in-law sat next to him. Second uncle, aunt and uncle sat in a row on the right. There was also a man I didn't know. Wear a vest. Bring a briefcase of documents. Sitting next to my sister-in-law. As I entered, I glanced at him. The sleeves of the vest are a bit longer. Leather shoes are casual shoes. The sister-in-law stood up and pointed at that person. “This is lawyer Trinh that we invited.” “Lawyer Trinh” stood up and nodded at me. “Hello, Miss To Tinh.” I also nodded.