Chapter 22 — Three Weeks of Closure

Luc Thua Binh mumbled. "I know." When he walked out of the office, his whole body seemed to fall into an ice cellar. In the past, he always thought that Ha Ninh's work was stable, so even if he was a little incompetent, it was okay. Now he knows that that stability did not naturally fall from the sky. That is, Ha Ninh had to endure time and time again the family's pulling and bear the burden alone. And he single-handedly pushed her stability to the brink of risk. Late in the afternoon, Luc Thua Binh arranged to meet Tham Ngoc Cam at the apartment management office. There are three sets of documents on the table. Minutes confirming compensation for losses. Key responsibilities statement. Response to the draft divorce agreement. Luc Thua Binh sat down, his voice hoarse. "Ha Ninh said, when can she meet you?" Tham Ngoc Cam raised his eyes. "She said, everything is handled according to official procedures." Luc Thua Binh's chest felt indescribably frustrated. "I want to apologize directly." Ha Minh Vien sat next to me. "The apology can be written in the explanation record." "She has no obligation to listen to you touching yourself again." Sac Luc Thua Binh's face turned gray, but he did not refute. He picked up the pen and first signed the compensation confirmation report. Crystal trophy compensation fee. Mattress inspection fee. Ring redemption fee. New lock replacement fee. Fee for cleaning flower pots and documents in the study room. Every word seems to remind him. That house was once trampled by him himself and given to others. When he signed the key declaration, he paused for a long time. Finally, I still have to put down my pen and write my name down. Tham Ngoc Cam collected the papers. "There's one more thing." Luc Thua Binh raised his head. Tham Ngoc Cam put a photo taken from the camera outside the apartment gate on the table. "Your father came to the residential area again this morning." "If he couldn't get in, he stood and argued at the management board gate." Luc Thua Binh's expression changed. "What did he come for?" The building manager took out a registration book from the side. "He said he wanted to take back the Luc family's furniture." Ha Minh Vien sneered. "Ask him what furniture it is, he said it's ordinary furniture." The house bought by Luc Thua Binh is considered to belong to the Luc family." Luc Thua Binh's fingers slowly tightened. He was just about to call Luc Duc Hai when the phone rang. The person called Luc Xuan Mai. He pressed the listen button. Luc Xuan Mai's voice was both urgent and high-pitched. "Thua Binh, it's not over." "Dad brought someone to your door." "Dad told Ha Ninh not to leave a way to live, then he wouldn't let him have peace." Luc Thua Binh jumped up. The building manager's radio also rang at the same time. The security guard's voice came from the intercom. "The manager, Luc Duc Hai, was holding a hammer downstairs in building number sixteen." "He said no one was allowed to stop him from entering the door today." 19 The building manager was the first to rush out. Luc Thua Binh followed behind, his steps chaotic and almost tripping. The elevator went all the way downstairs, his phone kept ringing. Luc Duc Hai continuously sent voice messages to the family chat group. "Today I want to see, who dares to stop me from entering my son's house." "This door is the door of the Luc family, Ha Ninh's son said it would be better?" "Even if I smash it, it would be worth it." When Luc Thua Binh heard those words, his fingers turned cold. He finally understood that his father didn't come to pick up things at all. He came to destroy the last bit of peace in Ha Ninh. Downstairs, court sixteen, there was a crowd of people gathered. Luc Duc Hai stood in front of the lobby door, holding a hammer, his face red. Besides him, there were two relatives of the Luc family. One person

Advising him to calm down, the other person raised the phone to dial. "Old Luc is also forced to the end." "If a daughter-in-law locks the door and locks her father-in-law out, who can stand it?" A security guard stands in front. "Mr. Luc, if you act any more aggressively we will call the police." Luc Duc Hai threw the hammer on the ground. "Report it." "This is my son's house." "I knock on the door of my son's house, who can control it?" Luc Thua Binh rushed forward. "Dad, put down the hammer." Luc Duc Hai saw him, his anger rising even more. "Do you still know the way to get there?" "Your wife and her mother's family are on top of the Luc family, but you still shrink your neck and don't dare to cough." Luc Thua Binh gasped. "The house is not mine." "The door is not yours either." "If you hit me again, something will really happen." Luc Duc Hai seemed not to hear. What, he swung his hand and slammed the hammer straight into the glass next to the lobby door. About an hour. The glass shattered, fragments scattered on the ground. The surrounding crowd all took a step back. The building manager's face changed. "Immediately report to the police." Luc Thua Binh rushed forward and grabbed the hammer. Luc Duc Hai pushed him away. The hammer handle grazed the back of Luc Thua Binh's hand, cutting a streak of blood. Luc Thua Binh was in so much pain that his hands were shaking, but he still held his father's arm tightly. "Dad, that's enough." Luc Duc Hai roared.