Chapter 12 — Winning 5.8 Million Yuan Lottery, I Just Told My Parents I Won 200,000 Yuan

I was stunned. That question was like a needle... Stabbing straight into my fingertips, making my whole body numb. Of course my mother has seen my signature. From childhood to adulthood... She used to replace newspapers. Keep the paperwork handy. Even the college admission notice... She also saw me sign the confirmation with her own eyes. But I still say:

"Don't be so quick to think like that."

Dad's breathing became heavy.

"It's not that I want to wrongly suspect your mother."

"It's just..."

"She just disappeared for a while."

"She told me to go to the village to take out the trash."

"But when we got back..."

"Your face is very strange."

I tightened my grip on the phone.

"Is mom with dad?"

Dad lowered his voice.

"She's asleep."

I thought for a few seconds then said:

"Don't ask mom for now."

"If this really has something to do with mom..."

"Mom is mentally very unstable right now."

"Just ask dad..."

"Other people will immediately take advantage of what mom said."

"Tomorrow..."

"Dad found an opportunity to look at mom's phone."

Dad replied very quietly. The car just arrived at the hotel. When checking in... I intentionally chose the mode that does not display the actual room number. I locked the door. Another chair was pulled up behind the door. I kept thinking... Tonight can finally be at peace. But it was exactly 2:20 am. Dad suddenly sent me a photo. That's a screenshot of the chat on my mother's phone. Sender... It's my aunt. The message clearly states:

"You just need to send us a photo of Gia Gia's everyday signature."

"We will prepare a commitment for him."

"By that time, both relatives and people in the village knew. Even if he wanted to deny it, he couldn't deny it."

Below... Is my mother's answer.

"Don't overdo it."

"I just want her to give me some money..."

"But I don't want to harm it."

I stared at those two text messages. My fingertips were so cold that I almost couldn't hold the phone. What hurts me... It's not because my mother refused. Mom never refused. She just said:

"Don't overdo it."

Those four words... hurt my heart even more than my aunt's calculations. Because it proves... Mom knows this is wrong. But she still opened the door herself to let them in. I immediately called my father. He picked up the phone very quickly, his voice lowered very low.

"I saw it."

"Your mother sent a photo of your college admission application."

"It has my signature on it."

I gently closed my eyes.

"Dad took pictures of the entire conversation."

"Including time, profile picture, before and after content..."

"Don't delete."

"Don't send it to anyone either."

"Dad took all the pictures."

"After watching, Dad also put Mom's phone back in its original place."

I clearly heard the fire he was trying to suppress in his voice. Dad is a person who rarely gets angry. But this time... Even my breathing trembled with anger. I said slowly:

"Tomorrow morning..."

"Dad took mom to the police."

"Let mom take the initiative and explain the whole thing."

Dad was silent for a few seconds. Then ask softly:

"Are you going to denounce your mother too?"

I looked at the strange night outside the glass window. On the glass... Is my own pale face.

"I don't want to."

"But you have to make it clear."

"Who came up with the fake commitment?"

"Who composes the content?"

"Who brought it to print?"

"Who brought it to my door?"

"If mom continues to hide them..."

"Then the hole behind will only get deeper and deeper."

Dad replied softly: After that call... I stayed up all night. Mom's phone call came. I looked at the bright screen for a long time. Final just clicked listen. Mom's voice was hoarse as if it had been scratched by sandpaper.

"Gia Gia..."

"Your father knows everything."

I didn't speak up. Mother cried and said:

"I don't want them to fake it."

"I really don't want to."

"Your aunt just said..."

"Let's make a copy first to scare you."

"Let me know everyone is waiting for me to speak up."

"I thought..."

"They won't bring it to your house."

I asked very gently:

"When mom sent me a photo of your autograph..."

"Don't you know it's not right?"

The other end of the line immediately went silent. A long time later... Mom replied softly:

"But I think..."

"If you will take out a part..."

"Then everything will be over."

"The relatives won't make a fuss anymore."

"People in the village will also praise you."

I asked softly:

"Are you good or not..."

"Why do we have to let others decide?"

Mom cried harder.

"Mom was wrong."

"Mom is really wrong."

"All my life I've only tried to take a breath..."

"To the end..."

"You hurt me again."

Hearing those words... I no longer dared to just listen to her words anymore. I calmly replied:

"Mom went with dad to the police today."

"Hand over the entire chat history."

"As long as mom still hides even one word..."

"Then later..."

"I will never trust you again."

Mother choked.

"Mom, go now."

Exactly 9:30 am. Dad texted to inform them that they had gone to the town police station. Arrived at 10:15 a.m. He sent another photo. All have been invited to work.