Chapter 8 — Thirty Years Later, We Brought Mom Home

Tham Ngoc Nhu turned around to leave. Tri Dao immediately blocked the door.

"Just now the patient pointed to the pendant on your neck."

"I hope you cooperate."

Tham Ngoc Nhu clasped the pendant in her palm.

"This is my stuff!"

I looked at that block of jade. When she was alive... Mom wore it almost every day. Mom once said:

"This is a souvenir left by my grandmother."

"From now on it will belong to you."

But... After her mother passed away, it reappeared on Tham Ngoc Nhu's neck. Followed her to one party and another conference. Even appearing in photos published in financial magazines. She always said... That was the engagement token Hua Hoanh Vien gave me. I held out my hand.

"Take it down."

Tham Ngoc Nhu smiled coldly.

"Based on what?"

I looked straight at her.

"Based on..."

"That's a relic my mother left behind."

She smirked.

"Do you have proof?"

I took the phone. Open an old photo of your mother. In the photo... Mom hugged Tri Dao when she was nine years old. On her neck... It's that jade pendant. Tham Ngoc Nhu just glanced.

"It's the same model."

Tri Dao took out a bag containing evidence from her bag.

"Then let a third party examine it."

"If you still refuse to hand it over..."

"We'll call the police."

Tham Gia Thu immediately rushed forward to block her mother.

"That's enough!"

"Even an old piece of jade, you guys want to rob?"

Tri Chau calmly looked at him.

"If you really think it's not worth it..."

"Tell her to take it off."

Tham Gia Thu immediately choked up. The two nurses standing outside the door also turned to look in. The relatives were silent. No one stands up to help Tham Ngoc Nhu anymore. She knows... I can't take it away today. After a few seconds of silence... She slowly took off the pendant. The fingers tightened so hard that the rope left red marks on the neck. Then she threw it hard on the table.

"I also want to see what else you can find out."

Tri Dao wears gloves. Carefully lift the pendant. The back of the jade block has an extremely delicately crafted gold border. She used a small tool to press the secret latch next to it. The gold border immediately opened. Inside... Revealed an extremely thin rolled up scroll. All the blood on Tham Ngoc Nhu's face seemed to be drained away. I slowly opened the scroll. It's my mother's handwriting. Not a will. It's a handwritten note. Hua Hoanh Vien is only the person who manages the assets of the three children's trust fund. It is not allowed to use the form of gift, mortgage or transfer to dispose of these assets. Apartment on the 28th floor, building number 1, Van Giang Cong Quan is a residence reserved for Hua Tri Chanh. After the child turns eighteen years old, the name transfer procedure will be completed. If I pass away, please ask Luc Trieu Minh to continue supervising the implementation. Below... is my mother's signature. Just ten days before my mother passed away. Clipped behind the paper... There is also a deposit slip for the bank's safe deposit box. Person who opened the safe: Authorized recipient: Hua Tri Chanh. I silently looked at that ballot. Hua Hoanh Vien slowly closed his eyes. A tear rolled down from the corner of his eye. Suddenly... Tham Ngoc Nhu rushed forward. Tri Dao leaned aside. At the same time, put all evidence in a sealed bag.

"Real or fake..."

"Let the appraisal agency conclude."

Tham Ngoc Nhu's voice suddenly became harsh.

"At the time She's so sick that she's not mentally alert!"

"What she wrote has no value!"

I looked at her.

"Just now..."

"She also insisted that the pendant was hers."

"Now you know clearly that the things hidden inside have no legal value?"

Tham Ngoc Nhu opened her mouth. Face flushed. Tham Gia Thu quickly supported her.

"Stop talking."

Tri Dao took a photo of the safe deposit slip.

"If the safe is still there..."

"Just go to the bank to check and you'll know."

Tham Ngoc Nhu's eyes wavered slightly. I immediately caught it.

"Have you been there?"

She gritted her teeth.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

I took another step.

"Tham Ngoc Nhu."

"You took over my mother's house."

"Wearing the relics my mother left behind."

"Living in a riverside apartment was a gift from my mother."

"Tear up the trust fund my mother set up for the three sisters."

"Now..."

"You still want to sell your ancestral home to save your son's company."

My voice is still calm.

"And yet you think..."

"We're going back..."

"Is it to talk about love with you?"

Tham Ngoc Nhu stared at me. She laughed.

"Hua Tri Chanh."

"Do you really think you won?"

She adjusted her shawl. He put on his familiar dignified face again.

"Your father is still alive."

"If he just said one word..."

"That everything that year was voluntary..."

"Then everything you have..."

"It's just an internal conflict within the family."

I turned to look at Hua Hoanh Vien. He opened his eyes. But don't dare look at me. I calmly said:

"Then..."

"We wait for him to speak."

Tham Ngoc Nhu smiled slightly.

"You know it in your heart."

"Thirty years ago..."

"The person he chose..."