Chapter 10 — Voices Behind the Dark Room

Every word felt like it was being grinded out of my throat. I held my child in my arms. "That's enough, Duong Duong, don't say any more." But she grabbed my collar and raised her head to look at me. "Mom, you're late." "Duong Duong, wait." I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. "Sorry." "Mom, I'm late." Ms. Manh took a photo of the picture to keep for the records, and also wrote down the details. She told me that this was not an interrogation statement, but could become a document during professional intervention. I sent the photo to the lawyer. The lawyer only replied with one sentence. "Tomorrow's mediation session, bring this photo with you." The next day, the divorce mediation session was arranged at the mediation room of the civil service agency. I didn't take Duong Duong away. The child is at the rehabilitation center, with Ms. Manh by her side. When Luong Thua Trach arrived, his whole body had become thinner. Seeing me, he pushed a stack of papers forward. "This is the situation of the savings and home loan in my name." "The house can be for you and Duong Duong to live in." I didn't flip through it. "I just need custody of Duong Duong." Luong Thua Trach lowered his voice and said: "I agree to let you take the child." The lawyer looked at him. "Please clarify, do you agree to let the mother have custody of the child or just temporarily let the mother take care of it?" Luong Thua Trach was silent. I knew right away. He still left me a way out. A moment later, he said, “I want to keep visitation rights.” I calmly asked: "Do you think she wants to see you now?" A painful look appeared on his face. "You can take your time." I placed the copy of the painting in front of him. "Then you explain this first." Luong Thua Trach lowered his head and looked. His hand slowly tightened. I said: "You said you only heard your mother say one sentence." "Duong Duong said you came, opened the door and then closed it again." The mediation room was suffocatingly quiet. Luong Thua Trach's face gradually turned gray. A long time later, he spoke up. "That day I went home." My heart felt like it was being tugged. He spoke with great difficulty. "When I got home, I heard crying in the storage room." "I asked my mother, she said Duong Duong was so fussy, dad was teaching her." "I opened the door." "She rushed to hug my leg." He suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes. "Dad scolded me, I can't even handle it when it comes to a child." "At that time I rushed back to the company for a meeting." "I thought it would be okay for her to cry for a while." I looked at him, even with hatred. also frozen. "So I closed the door." Luong Thua Trach's shoulders slumped. "I didn't know it would turn out like that." I said softly: "I know she is begging me." He did not object. The lawyer put down his pen, his voice was very cold. "Mr. Luong, do you agree to record this statement in the settlement record?" Luong Thua Trach raised his head, his eyes full of conflict. At that moment, the door of the mediation room was forcefully pushed open by someone outside. Luong Duc Hai rushed in, holding a file of documents in his hand. "No one should think about taking the Luong family's granddaughter away." "I have submitted a request for assessment." "Dao An Ninh has mental problems, the child cannot follow him." 13 Luong Duc Hai held up the file, the look of satisfaction on his face could hardly be hidden. The mediator immediately stood up. "This is the mediation room, not the place for you to make noise." Luong Duc Hai did not listen at all. He slammed the documents on the table. "My daughter-in-law has been emotionally unstable for a long time, stubborn, always suspecting her family of harming the child." "This kind of woman raises a child, sooner or later she will ruin the child." I looked at those papers. Above is the record of my visit to the psychology department for postpartum counseling three years ago. At that time, Duong Duong had just been born. I couldn't sleep all night. The doctor advised me to get emotional support treatment. I came three times. After that, my condition improved so I didn't go anymore. Unexpectedly, these things were searched by the Luong family.

turned into a da.a.o and attacked me. Luong Thua Trach's face was unsightly. "Dad, where did you get this?" Luong Duc Hai laughed coldly. "I did it for the Luong family." "You're confused, I can't be confused." The lawyer put his hand down on the documents, his voice very steady. "Mr. Luong, first, this is not a conclusion of a mental illness assessment." "Second, even if there was a psychological counseling record, it does not mean that Ms. Dao is incapable of raising a child." "Third, you are now on your own. He stormed into the mediation room, obstructed the mediation, and even tried to use private documents to defame the other party, we will record everything." The corner of Luong Duc Hai's eyes twitched. "Don't threaten me with the law." The lawyer no longer looked at him but turned to the mediator. "Please write down Mr. Luong's recent behavior in the record." "In addition, Mr. Luong Thua Trach recently admitted that two years ago he opened the storage room door, saw the child asking for help, and then closed it again." door." "Please confirm whether this part is recorded or not." Luong Thua Trach suddenly raised his head. His lips were white, his eyes were confused for a moment. Luong Duc Hai immediately yelled at him. "You dare to write?" "Do you want to put your biological father in there?" I looked at Luong Thua Trach. "Didn't you say you wanted to make up for it?"