Chapter 5 — Voices Behind the Dark Room

After listening, the lawyer said that the child was still young, his ability to express himself was weak, and the long-term mental threat within the family was difficult to clarify in one go. "But the recording is very important." "If the child can express stably in front of a professional, the persuasive power will be stronger." I nodded. "On Mid-Autumn Festival, the Luong family's relatives will all come." The lawyer looked at me. "What do you want to do?" I said: "I want everyone to hear your voice." "It also lets them see clearly what kind of person the person they always respect really is." The lawyer did not advise me not to act rashly. She just said: "Protect the child well, don't let her face him alone." One day before Mid-Autumn Festival, Luong Thua Trach finally found me packing my luggage. He stood at the bedroom door. "You want to move?" I put each of Duong Duong's speaking practice cards in my pocket. "I'll leave after Mid-Autumn Festival." His expression changed. "Do you really want to destroy this house?" I raised my head to look at him. "This house destroyed her a long time ago." His lips moved. "My father has a bad temper, but he won't really harm the child." I put the phone in front of him. In the recording, Luong Duc Hai's voice was clear in every word. "If you dare point at me, I will lock you up again." After Luong Thua Trach listened, his face slowly turned pale. He stood for a long time, saying nothing. I asked: "Do you still think I'm suspicious now?" He raised his hand to cover his face. "I don't know." I laughed. "I don't know." "I just don't want to know." On Mid-Autumn Festival, many relatives came to the Luong family's house. The living room is filled with moon cakes and fruits. Luu Ngoc Mai is busy, always with a smile on her face.07On Mid-Autumn Festival, the Luong family's living room was filled with people. On the tea table were moon cakes, fruit plates, melon seeds and even the Liu Ngoc Mai soup that had been stewed since early morning. After the relatives arrived, the topic quickly turned to Tang Tang. Some people say the child looks really good. Some people sighed and said that now that medicine has developed, if you spend money, there is a way. Someone also lowered their voice and asked Luu Ngoc Mai what the hospital said. Luu Ngoc Mai poured tea for everyone and said with red eyes: "What can I say, just take it slow." She spoke very quietly, but Duong Duong heard. Duong Duong sat next to me, his small hand holding the old rabbit, the blue veins on the back of his hand also appeared. I pulled her closer to my chest. Luong Thua Trach sat on the other side, saying almost nothing since morning. Ever since he heard that recording, it was like a bone had been removed from his whole body. But he did not question Luong Duc Hai. Didn't even say sorry to me. I know he's still waiting. Waiting for a reason to continue avoiding. When the meal started, Luong Duc Hai still sat in the chair position as usual. Today he is wearing a dark gray shirt, his hair is neatly combed, and his face has a solemn look that only older people have. Relatives took turns offering drinks. Someone complimented him in the past when he managed people in the factory very well. Luong Duc Hai raised his glass of wine and slowly smiled. "At that time, it was not like now. If a child doesn't listen, he will be obedient after a fight." "That's a person, you have to take care of it." "Too much pampering will only raise you into something useless." The chopsticks in my hand stopped. Duong Duong also stopped. At first she was eating small pieces, but after hearing that sentence, she forgot to swallow even the rice in her mouth. Luong Duc Hai glanced at her. That look was very short. But Duong Duong's shoulders immediately shrank. I brought the glass of water to her mouth. "Duong Duong, drink some water." She didn't drink. The girl stared at Luong Duc Hai. The whole table was still laughing. Someone said: "Eldest brother is right,

Young people today pamper their children too much.” Luong Duc Hai is even more pleased. He put down the wine glass and raised his voice a little. "Children don't understand things, you have to make them afraid." "If you know fear, you will obey." At that moment, the spoon in Duong Duong's hand fell to the ground. A clear sound rang out. The laughter at the dinner table stopped for a moment. Luu Ngoc Mai quickly bent down to pick it up. "Oh, it's okay, it's okay, the child is just clumsy." Just as I was about to speak, Duong Duong suddenly stood up from the chair. One hand was holding my sleeve, the other was raised. She pointed at Luong Duc Hai. Fingers straightened. Everyone at the table looked at her. The smile on Luong Duc Hai's face faded. "What are you pointing at?" Duong Duong's lips trembled violently. I squatted next to my child, holding that little hand. "Duong Duong, mommy's here." The little girl looked at me. His eyes were red as if they had just been washed with water. Then, she turned her head and looked at Luong Duc Hai again. The child opened her mouth. This time it's not ambiguous. Not the sound of steam. She said each word clearly: "Grandpa locked me up." A chopstick fell to the ground. Then there's the second one. The whole dining room was so quiet that there was only the sound of the pot of soup boiling. Luong Duc Hai's face turned pale. Luu Ngoc Mai still bent over, still holding that spoon in her hand, and did not stand up for a long time.