Chapter 7 — Thirty Years Later, We Brought Mom Home

Hua Hoanh Vien... Not here. He is lying on a hospital bed. Can't open my mouth to defend myself. She very naturally pushed all the sins onto him. So proficient. I nodded slightly.

"Then wait until he can speak."

Tham Ngoc Nhu's face immediately stiffened. I turned to Tri Chau.

"Change hospital for dad."

Tham Ngoc Nhu immediately raised her head.

"Where do you rely on?"

Tri Chau calmly said:

"Current care records are incomplete."

"The use of drugs also has many suspicious points."

"I will invite a panel of experts to reevaluate the entire thing."

Tham Ngoc Nhu's voice suddenly became high-pitched.

"Do you suspect that I harmed him?"

Tri Chau looked straight at her.

"I doubt..."

"Everyone who prevents patients from receiving treatment according to the correct protocol."

Tham Ngoc Nhu's hand began to tremble. Tham Gia Thu pointed straight at the three of us.

"You guys want to rob dad!"

"Then force him to change his testimony!"

I picked up my bag.

"You can just call the police."

Tri Dao added coldly.

"Best report now."

"The police are coming..."

"We also conveniently delivered a copy of the certificate of ownership of this apartment."

Tham Gia Thu immediately fell silent. In the living room... No one among the relatives spoke up to defend Tham Ngoc Nhu anymore. Aunt Phuong stood at the door, confused and not knowing what to do. I stepped forward. Give her a business card.

"Aunt Phuong."

"Don't go back to the ancestral house in the next few days."

"If anyone causes trouble..."

"Just call me."

Aunt Phuong received the business card. Tears immediately fell.

"Eldest Miss..."

"It's not like I intentionally hid it until now."

"That year my son got sick."

"Mrs. Tham used money to force me to stay silent."

I held her calloused hand.

"I understand."

Before leaving the ancestral house... I went into the room that used to belong to my mother. It has been converted into a tea room. The wall is full of watercolor paintings by Tham Ngoc Nhu. On the shelves are filled with her diplomas and certificates. Mom's dressing table... Wardrobe... The pot of white orchids that mom took care of for many years... It's no longer there. I stood silent for a long time. Tri Dao walked in.

"Stop looking."

I said softly:

"I will restore this place..."

"Back to its original appearance."

Tri Chau stood in front of the door.

"First..."

"We have to save dad first."

"Then consider this debt."

Afternoon. We three sisters returned to the hospital. But Tham Ngoc Nhu arrived even earlier. She was sitting by the hospital bed, crying pitifully.

"Henh Vien..."

"Look at your good daughter."

"He just came back and wanted to rob the house..."

"Robbing the company..."

"Now I even want to take you away from me..."

Hua Hoanh Vien opened his eyes wide. The corners of his mouth were distorted because of the aftereffects, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't speak. Tham Ngoc Nhu cried without loudly. But just enough for the relatives standing outside the door to hear clearly.

"I've been taking care of you for thirty years..."

"To the end..."

"Becoming an outsider again."

I stood at the door of the room. Quietly wait for her to finish crying. Then just walk in.

"Are you done crying yet?"

She raised her head. Tears still remained on his face.

"Do you still have a conscience?"

I placed the transfer assessment paper on the bedside table.

"I didn't sign."

"So I will ask the court to issue a temporary decision medical guardianship."

She stared at me.

"Do you have to push everything to the end?"

I bent down. Look straight into her eyes.

"When I was sixteen years old..."

"The very day you took my mother's picture down from that wall..."

"Everything has come to the end."

Tham Ngoc Nhu's tear-stained face immediately stiffened. Hua Hoanh Vien's eyes slowly turned towards me. A few broken sounds came from his throat.

"...Tri..."

"...Lemon..."

I didn't reply. Tri Chau continued to check his condition. Hua Hoanh Vien used his only right arm that could move... He grabbed my sleeve tightly. I bent down. He trembled with his fingers... Stroke by stroke... Stroke by stroke... Writing on the bed sheet. Tri Dao immediately took out paper and pen. Hua Hoanh Vien no longer has the strength to hold a pen. He was so impatient that his face turned red. Tri Chau gently held his father's shoulder.

"Slowly."

"What do you want to say..."

"We use nodding."

Tri Dao asked:

"Is it a notebook?"

Hua Hoanh Vien nodded.

"Is it a jewelry box?"

He continued to nod.

"Is it Van Giang Cong Quan?"

Nodding again. Tham Ngoc Nhu's face became more and more pale. Tri Dao continued to ask:

"Original..."

"Still there?"

Hua Hoanh Vien paused for a few seconds. Gently nodded. Hua Hoanh Vien's eyes slowly turned to Tham Ngoc Nhu. She instinctively took a step back. Right then... He tried his best to raise his hand. Pointing straight at the jade pendant hanging around her neck. I recognized it immediately. My mother's pendant. Tham Ngoc Nhu immediately put her hands around her neck. Hua Hoanh Vien's lips trembled violently. He put all his strength into it. With difficulty, two broken sounds came out.

"...Prevent..."

"...Secret..."