Chapter 4 — Thirty Years Later, We Brought Mom Home

Tham Ngoc Nhu is best at turning herself into a victim. She herself broke my mother's vase. Then, while crying, I said I pushed her. Father did not listen to my explanation. He slapped me. But actually... I don't even bother to explain. Because at that time... No one wanted to listen. But now... Things are different. I took out my phone. First, call the hospital's nursing care company and hire two professional nursing staff to be on duty 24 hours a day. Then contact your treating doctor. I paid the entire cost in advance for three months. Done... I sent Tham Ngoc Nhu a message. I have paid in advance for Hua Hoanh Vien's treatment costs. Tomorrow morning at 10:00, meet in the living room of the ancestors' house. Bring the thirty-year-old gift contract, notarization papers and all property records. We will settle everything once and for all. Less than a minute later... She only answered with two words. Ten minutes later. Tham Gia Thu's phone call came. I turned on the speakerphone.

"Hua Tri Chanh! Don't think you can pretend to be a good person by spending a little money on hospital bills! Do you think you can pay for medical treatment and then go back and rob the family?"

I put the phone down on the table.

"Tomorrow, ten o'clock."

The other end of the line growled.

"I tell you, all the assets belong to my mother! You three sisters left on your own that year. You said with your own mouth that you didn't take a penny!"

I calmly replied:

"That sentence..."

"I still remember."

Tham Gia Thu smiled coldly.

"It's good to remember."

I opened my mother's notebook. Look at each row of familiar words. Then slowly say:

"What I said back then was..."

"We don't need anything you give us."

"But I never said..."

"We don't need what my mother left behind."

On the other end of the line... I continued:

"Tham Gia Thu."

"If you don't come tomorrow..."

"I will immediately file a request to freeze assets, and at the same time send the court a written objection to the validity of the donation contract for that year."

On the other end, a curse rang out. Tri Dao raised his hand. Press the button to save the recording. I smiled faintly.

"Are you done cursing yet?"

Tham Gia Thu gasped, gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't let yourself regret it later."

Having finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Luc Trieu Minh sat on an old wooden chair, his hands still shaking slightly.

"Miss Tri Chanh..."

"These past few years, the thing I've been most afraid of is dying."

"Until then..."

"No one will know these things anymore."

I poured him a glass of water.

"You've done so much for us."

He shook his head.

"It's still not enough."

"That year, when my mother fell seriously ill..."

"She knows my father has another woman outside."

My hand stopped. Tri Chau immediately turned his head away. Tri Dao's eyes also darkened. Luc Trieu Minh's voice became smaller and smaller.

"But she didn't expose it."

"She just said..."

"The three children are too young."

"No matter what, we must keep those assets."

"She's afraid..."

"If I leave..."

"The three of you will have no way back."

I clenched the cup in my hand. Mom is not unaware. There's not enough time left. The next morning. Exactly 10 o'clock. The living room of the Hua family's house. Tham Ngoc Nhu arrived. She wore a dark cheongsam and a cashmere shawl, behind was Tham Gia Thu and two lawyers. Just walked in the door. She saw Luc Trieu Minh sitting in position preside. The smile on his lips immediately stiffened.

"Are you still alive?"

Luc Trieu Minh calmly looked at her.

"Thanks to your blessing."

Tham Gia Thu threw a bunch of documents down on the table.

"Donation contract, notarization, real estate ownership certificate..."

"It's all here."

"After watching, sign immediately."

"Don't waste time."

Tri Dao picked up the file. Turn three pages. Suddenly she stopped.

"Really interesting."

Tham Ngoc Nhu frowned.

"What is up?"

Tri Dao turned a piece of paper towards everyone.

"This notarized document..."

"Established on the 17th day of August, thirty years ago."

Tham Gia Thu looked impatient. Tri Dao turned to Luc Trieu Minh.

"What day did your mother die?"

Luc Trieu Minh immediately replied:

"August 19."

In the room... The air seemed to freeze. Tri Dao raised his head and looked straight at Tham Ngoc Nhu.

"In other words..."

"When my mother hadn't passed away yet..."

"My father made a contract to donate the entire fortune."

"That includes my mother's private assets before marriage..."

"And the assets belonging to the trust fund for the three of us."

She closed the file. Then, word by word, he asked Tham Ngoc Nhu:

"Mrs. Tham..."

"At that time..."

"What exactly is your identity?"

Tham Ngoc Nhu's face... Little by little... Whitened without a drop of blood. Tham Ngoc Nhu quickly regained composure.

"At that time, Hoanh Vien and I were preparing to get married. Your mother was seriously ill, everything in the family was decided by Hoanh Vien."

Tri Dao smiled softly.

"Severe illness does not mean death."

"Common property during marriage is not the same as separate property before marriage."

"As for household management... it doesn't mean ownership."

She placed the notarized paper back on the table.

"The date alone on this document..."

"It's enough that it becomes very unsightly."