Chapter 21 — Twenty Years of Reclaiming Justice

I smiled softly. Laughter rang out from the cold street. Making old lady Tham's eyes suddenly cold.

“Old lady Tham.”

“I find her pitiful.”

“Until now.”

“You still don't understand.”

“What I want.”

“It's not Tieu Chinh Duc's life.”

"It's not Co Truong Phong's life either."

“I want…”

“All of you live.”

“You must live long.”

“To see with my own eyes everything I tried to protect crumble little by little.”

“I want you to live.”

“To pay off the debt I have incurred.”

“I want you to live better than die.”

Mrs. Tham's face immediately changed. And Tham Chu stood next to me. First time. The corners of the lips curled slightly. Because it knows. This negotiation. Right from the start. Old lady Tham has lost. Mrs. Tham's words echoed in the wide street. She thought this was a condition I couldn't refuse. Use the lives of two enemies. Exchange for an open future. She still thinks I'm Wen Qing from twenty years ago. People can be manipulated by her at will. I looked at her. Then burst out laughing. That smile sent chills down her spine.

“Old lady.”

“It seems you are mistaken about something.”

“What?”

“Do you think you still have the right to sit here and negotiate terms with me?”

I slowly opened my bag. Take out an item. It was an old tape recorder. I pressed the play button. Right away. From the street, a man's hoarse voice rang out. It's Tham Chan Hoa's voice.

“Thanh Thanh.”

“When you hear this recording, I may no longer be alive.”

“You are not a good husband.”

“Not a good father either.”

“You were blinded by greed.”

“Step by step pushed into the abyss by my own mother and three good brothers.”

"The company was gutted by them all together."

“That gambling debt is also a trap they set for you to fall into.”

“They all want you dead.”

“Especially her.”

“Your biological mother.”

“She called me useless.”

"I blame you for embarrassing the Tham family."

“She has wanted to get rid of this useless son for a long time.”

“Thanh Thanh.”

“Don't avenge me.”

“I can't compete with them.”

“Let's take Tham Chu away.”

“Go far away.”

“The farther the better.”

“Forget me.”

“I also forgot about the Tham family.”

“Try to live well…”

The recording stops suddenly. The whole street fell into silence. Scaryly quiet. The expression on Mrs. Tham's face could no longer be described by the word "unsightly". It is the color of ashes of a person whose vitality has just been drained. Her body staggered. It was as if in the blink of an eye he had grown ten years older.

“You... you...”

She trembled and pointed at me. Fingers shaking like leaves in the autumn wind.

“This…”

“Where did you get it from?”

“Tham Chan Hoa personally sent it to me before jumping off the building.”

I put the recorder away.

“He is a bad husband.”

“But at least the last bit of conscience remains.”

“He knew she would blame all the blame on him.”

“That's why I left this card for me.”

“One card is enough to make you and the other three people unable to raise their heads forever.”

I looked straight into her eyes. His eyes were cold as ice.

“Old lady.”

“Do you still think you have the right to make terms with me now?”

Mrs. Tham completely collapsed. She plopped down on the kneeling cushion. Cloudy eyes filled with fear and despair. A lifetime of calculations. In the end, it was the son she despised the most. And the daughter-in-law she despised the most. Drive to the end.

“What do you want?”

She asked in a hoarse voice.

“Very simple.”

I stepped forward. Standing from above, looking down at her.

"The first."

“Return all assets belonging to Tham Chan Hoa to Tham Chu.”

“Both principal and interest.”

“Not even one penny short.”

“Open press conference.”

“Reveal the entire truth of that year to the public.”

“Tell everyone.”

“She gradually planned how to kill her own son.”

"Associated with outsiders to force her daughter-in-law and grandson to leave the Tham family."

“I want you to be ruined.”

“I want the Tham family's golden sign to be forever defaced from now on.”

“Tuesday…”

My eyes became sharp.

“I want you to live.”

“I want you to see with your own eyes all the things you cherish are lost one after another.”

“I want you to live in regret.”

“Living in solitude.”

“Live the rest of your life with never-ending torment.”

Every sentence, every word of mine. All are like sharp blades. Stabbed deep into her heart. Mrs. Tham looked at me. His eyes were filled with resentment. Not satisfied. But she knows. I no longer have a choice. That tape recorder. It was the sword hanging above her head. Just fall down. Not just her. And the entire Tham family will never be able to get up. A very long time later. She closed her eyes. It was as if I had used up all my life's strength. Finally, he said hoarsely: