Chapter 1 — Twenty Years of Reclaiming Justice

A DAUGHTER'S HONOR BEINFLUENCED TO THE EXTENT OF DRINKING PILLS TO SUICIDE, BUT THE SCHOOL CLAIMS IT'S JUST A JOKE? MY FOUR SONS COST THE WHOLE SCHOOL The university entrance exam is coming. My daughter drank a whole bottle of sleeping pills and was taken to the emergency room in critical condition. The reason was because she rejected the grade leader's son's confession. The opponent harbors hatred in his heart, makes up dirty rumors about it and spreads it all over the school. I knelt down beside the hospital bed, crying until I couldn't breathe.

“Why didn't you tell mom?”

The child's eyes were empty and lifeless.

"What's the use of talking? The whole school calls me little tam. Even the teachers laugh at me."

I trembled with anger.

“Who started this?”

The girl pursed her lips slightly.

“Homeroom teacher.”

“She said my four older brothers have four different last names, and my mother is the type of woman who specializes in being other people's mistress.”

My whole body felt like it was falling into an ice cellar. When I went to the school to ask for justice, the answer I received was:

"Children are just joking around, parents don't overdo it."

That same night, I immediately called my four sons. Tell them to book plane tickets to return immediately. The next morning. In front of the school gate, four Maybachs appeared parked in a row, blocking the entrance. The whole school gate immediately fell into chaos. When the principal saw that scene, his face immediately turned pale. The light in front of the emergency room door... is off. The doctor walked out. He took off his mask, leaving only a tired and heavy look on his face. He looked at me, slightly shaking his head. At that moment, my whole world seemed to collapse. I rushed straight into the hospital room. My daughter lay quietly on the bed, her face as white as a sheet of paper. If it weren't for the fact that my chest was still undulating very slightly, I almost thought she had left me. On the bedside table is a record of the gastric lavage process. Next to it was an empty bottle of sleeping pills. My legs were weak and I knelt down next to the hospital bed. Tears fell continuously, each drop hitting the floor heavily. I held my child's cold hand. The sleeves slid down slightly. That's when I saw the thick scars on her wrist. There are new stains. Different shallow and deep. Each zigzag scar looks like fierce centipedes clinging tightly to that skinny wrist. My heart felt like someone had ripped it out. These wounds... How long have you been hiding them? Or a year? As a mother, I was completely unaware. The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly. Slowly open your eyes. Those eyes were terrifyingly empty, without any light. Seeing me, her lips moved slightly but made no sound.

“Nguyet Nguyet…”

My voice trembled so much that I could barely make a sound.

"Why? Why did you do such a foolish thing? Why didn't you tell mom?"

The child looked up at the ceiling. His eyes were still as empty as before. After a long time, he softly opened his mouth.

“Is there any use in saying it?”

The voice is very light. Light as a feather. But it hit my heart so hard it hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.

“The whole school calls me Tieu Tam.”

“Even the teacher laughed at me in front of the whole class.”

“They say... as the mother is, so is the child.”

My daughter? Nguyet Nguyet is always at the top of the class, even when talking to boys she blushes? My whole body trembled non-stop.

“Who started this?”

“Trieu Khai.”

Son of the block head.

“He confessed to me, but I refused.”

“Then he combined my child's photo with dirty words and spread it to all class groups.”

“He said I faked my voice.”

My nails dug deep into my palms. Blood oozed from between my fingers. But I didn't feel any pain.

“So where is the teacher?”

“Where is the homeroom teacher?”

“She doesn't care?”

A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

"The homeroom teacher... is the first person to call me "little tam" in front of the whole class."

"She said my four older brothers have four different surnames. You can see that they are not children of good families."

“She also said that your mother is the type of woman who specializes in being a lover for other men.”

My mind is blank. It turned out that the knife that pierced my daughter's heart... came from the person she trusted the most. I rushed out of the hospital room. As if crazy, I called the homeroom teacher. The phone rang for a long time before someone answered. On the other end of the line, a woman's voice filled with annoyance.

"Hello? Who is it? What are you calling in the middle of the night?"

“I am Tham Nguyet Nguyet's mother, my name is On Thanh.”

My voice was so cold that even I felt strange.

"Oh, it turns out they're Nguyet Nguyet's parents. Is something wrong? Is she making fun of me again?"

“My daughter just drank half a bottle of sleeping pills, had to have her stomach washed in the hospital, and almost lost her life.”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Then there was a soft laugh.

“Oh my god, children these days are mentally weak.”

“Just a few things made me want to commit suicide.”

A little story? I was so angry that my whole body was shaking.

“Miss Liu, my daughter said you were the one who took the lead in humiliating her?”

“Parent Tham, don't talk nonsense.”

Her voice immediately became sharp.

“I was just making a logical inference based on the facts.”

“Do you dare to say that your four sons were not born to four different fathers?”

"Okay, the school has a very clear stance. This is just a joke between students. As a parent, don't make a big deal out of it."

"This matter stops here. Don't affect the school's reputation."

Tut... tut... tut... She hung up. I stood in the middle of the hospital hallway. The whole body is cold. Small things become big? I slowly returned to the hospital room. Look at the girl's pale face. Gently wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes. Then I took out my phone. Open contacts. Find up to four phone numbers that are always pinned in the first position. I called my eldest son. The phone was picked up almost immediately. On the other end of the line, Tham Chu's calm voice rang out. I just say one sentence.

“Something happened to my sister.”

“Everyone returned immediately.”