Chapter 19 — When I Left My Grandfather's House, I Only Took My Daughter With Me

“I pay more attention.”

“Company matter.”

“I will handle it myself.”

Lam Vy Vy nodded obediently.

“Don't worry.”

“Leave the house and the children to me.”

“You also have to pay attention to taking care of your health.”

Co Dinh Tham tiredly rubbed his eyebrows. Gently wave your hand. Signaled the two of them to go out. Working room. Once again falling into silence. He walked to the desk. Open the bottom drawer. Take out a spare phone from the secret compartment. Then make a call.

“There are two things.”

"The first."

“Carefully investigate Tham Du Minh's entire background.”

“The more detail the better.”

“Especially those he has come into contact with recently.”

“And the cases are being processed.”

“Find some trustworthy people.”

“Work behind closed doors.”

“Watch Diep Thanh Uyen twenty-four hours a day.”

“I want to know.”

“She meets someone every day.”

“Especially…”

“Have you ever come into contact with an old silver USB?”

Hang up the phone. Co Dinh Tham walked to the window. Quietly looking at the dark night outside. Cold eyes. Full of danger. Diep Thanh Uyen. Or anyone else. Want to knock me down. I want to destroy this Co Dinh Tham. It's not that easy. He picked up another phone on the table. Flip for a phone number. Long time no contact. Hesitate for a few seconds. Then call. The bell rang a few times. The other end of the line picked up the phone. A low male voice. Carrying an air of indifference to life.

“General Manager Co?”

“Is the sun rising in the west?”

“Why did you remember to call me today?”

A forced smile appeared on Co Dinh Tham's face. Even though you know the other person can't see it.

"Long time no see."

“I have a business deal.”

“I want to talk to you.”

Outside the window. The night was as thick as ink. As if wanting to swallow everything. But under that night. Countless undercurrents. Rising quietly. Aim towards your own goals. Then collision. Has really arrived. The days that followed. On the outside, it's still peaceful. But below. Underground waves rolled. I followed lawyer Tham's advice. Hardly go out. All daily necessities. All ordered online. Even picking up Noan Noan. I also intentionally changed the route. And time. At the same time, always observe your surroundings. Watch out for unusual signs. Perhaps Noan Noan also felt something. The baby is becoming more and more obedient. Talk less. Sometimes. He looked up at me again with his clear eyes. Worriedly asked quietly.

“Bad person…”

“Are you coming again?”

"No."

I also answered the same. Then hug your child tighter.

“Mom will protect Noan Noan.”

Attorney Tham's side. There is still no news. I still feel it. Everything is silently changing. On social media accounts. Series of paintings "Little Deer Looking for a Home". Suddenly it was re-shared by several influential art accounts. Received a lot of compliments. Invitations to cooperate. Also sent continuously. There is a unit preparing to organize a painting exhibition for the community. It's also clever that...

“Rebirth and Courage.”

After very careful consideration. I just officially signed the column contract. With that online platform for women. Start posting periodically. Royalties are not high though. But very stable. Enough to cover living expenses. For mother and daughter. I can also breathe a sigh of relief. I spend more time painting. Under the tip of my pen. Colors. No longer "warm". "fake" pressure. Deliberately painted in the Co family's villa. But full of vitality. And desire. Wanting to break the ground and rise up. Sometimes. I always have a feeling. Like I'm being followed by someone. Not an obvious stalking type. But a very vague feeling of discomfort. There is a look in my eyes that is always looking at me. Co Dinh Tham's people. Maybe around here. I don't talk about this with Tham Du Minh. I don't want to distract him further. I'm even more so. Be more careful. Check the doors and windows in the house every day. At the same time, teach Noan Noan some simple safety knowledge. A week later, Tham Du Minh called.

“Sorry for bothering you this late.”

His voice carried a barely perceptible tension.

“The situation has changed.”

“We have to meet as soon as possible.”

My heart suddenly tightened.

“Right now?”

“Ten o'clock tomorrow morning.”

“I will send you the address later.”

“It's my friend's private tea house.”

“Very safe.”

Tham Du Minh spoke faster than usual.

“Also.”

“There is one thing.”

“You need to know first.”

“Relating to Lam Vy Vy.”

“What is she doing?”