Chapter 2 — Twenty Years of Reclaiming Justice

The next morning. A ray of morning sunlight penetrated through the window, shining into the hospital room. Nguyet Nguyet is still sleeping soundly. I stayed awake all night, my eyes bloodshot from blood. But I'm very calm. A terrifying calm before the real storm hits. The phone vibrates. It's a message from the eldest son, Tham Chu.

“Mom, we're here.”

I replied:

"Go straight to the school gate. Wait for mom."

I left Nguyet Nguyet a note. Then walk out of the hospital and call a taxi. The car was still one street away from Duc Tai High School and could not continue. The whole route is completely congested. I paid and got out of the car to walk. The closer you get, the faster your heart beats. Not because of worry. It's the fire of anger burning in my chest. In front of the school gate. Four black Maybachs parked sideways in a row, blocking the entrance. License plates are all consecutive numbers. Each car looks like a black beast lying down in the dawn light. In front of each car is a tall man standing straight. Eldest son, Tham Chu. The bespoke suit fits perfectly. Calm and calm temperament. He is the founder of a leading technology corporation in the country, with assets reaching trillions. Second son, Luc Minh. Wearing a lawyer's suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes were sharp as knives. He is the youngest professor in the legal world and a famous lawyer with a record of never losing a case. Third son, Tieu Nhien. Wear youthful fashion. The demeanor is careless but full of confidence. He is a media tycoon who can influence public opinion in half of the entertainment industry. Youngest son, Co Bac. Wear a black combat suit. Face expressionless. Eyes as sharp as an eagle. Also the person with the most mysterious identity. Those four sons... Are the greatest pride that I sacrificed half my life to have. It is also Nguyet Nguyet's strongest support. Parents and students passing by stood from afar pointing and chatting. School security wants to intervene. But the aura from the four sons made them not dare to come closer. I can only stand far away holding a walkie-talkie and continuously calling people. I walked through the crowd. Go in front of the children. Four people spoke in unison. In their eyes was the same emotion. And indignant.

“How is Nguyet Nguyet?”

Tham Chu was the first to speak.

“Saved my life.”

“The soul is dead.”

I calmly replied. Co Bac's voice is very low. But it carries a cold air that makes others shiver.

“Not even one person can escape.”

I raised my head. Look at the gilded sign hanging in front of the school gate. HIGH SCHOOL TALENT I will make these four words the laughing stock of the whole city. The school gate slowly opened. A middle-aged man with a pot belly and thin bald head, surrounded by a group of teachers, quickly walked out. Principal. Vuong Kien Nghiep. As soon as he saw four Maybachs and four men standing in front of them, the flesh on his face immediately twitched. Until he realized that the leader was Tham Chu. His face turned white in an instant. Tham Chu is a key businessman supported by the city for development. Last month, he was also invited to return to the school as an outstanding alumni, donating a new building to the school. I still clearly remember Vuong Kien Nghiep's flattering appearance at that time.

“Mr.... Mr. Shen?”

He rushed over. Trying to force a smile on your face is even more unsightly than crying.

“You... you are...”

Tham Chu didn't even look at him. He turned to look at me. Wait for me to speak up. I took a step forward. Look straight into Vuong Kien Nghiep's eyes.

“Principal Vuong, my daughter is Tham Nguyet Nguyet, a student of class 12A1 of your school.”

“Yesterday, she drank half a bottle of sleeping pills to commit suicide.”

“Currently still in the hospital.”

Cold sweat immediately broke out on Vuong Kien Nghiep's forehead.

“You... Mr. Tham's sister?”

“Is... is that student Tham Nguyet Nguyet?”

Apparently this was the first time he had put those two identities together.

“I came here today just for three things.”

My voice is not loud. But every word resonated clearly in the ears of everyone present.

"The first."

"The person who spread the false news, Trieu Khai of class 12A1, must publicly apologize to my daughter in front of all teachers and students in the school."

“The perpetrator of school violence, homeroom teacher Luu Diem, must be fired and permanently banned from practicing education.”

"The school must make public the results of handling the case and send an official apology to my daughter."

Vuong Kien Nghiep's face changed from white to blue. Then from green to purple. He did not expect my request to be so drastic.

"Parent Tham... is this... a misunderstanding?"

He still wants to reconcile the whole village.

“Trieu Khai's father is class leader Trieu Ve Dong.”

“And Ms. Luu Diem is an excellent teacher at our school.”

"Just because of a small conflict between students, making a big deal like this, I'm afraid it won't benefit anyone. Do you think that's right?"

I laughed.

“Small conflict?”

“Principal Vuong.”

“My daughter has dozens of scars on her wrist.”

“You call that a small conflict?”

“It was in the emergency room for gastric lavage.”

“You call that a small conflict?”

“Now you're telling me that this doesn't benefit anyone?”

My voice suddenly rose. Vuong Kien Nghiep was questioned to the point of speechlessness. He trembled and took out his phone.

“I... I called class leader Trieu... told him to come here immediately...”

I looked at him. His eyes were cold as ice. The best play... It's just begun.