Chapter 18 — Winning 5.8 Million Yuan Lottery, I Just Told My Parents I Won 200,000 Yuan

16I read the message again and again twice. The phone number sent is not my cousin's. It's not the number that Uncle Hai usually uses. But the tone is too familiar. So familiar that it was as if their whole family was sitting around a table, one person said one sentence and then the other followed it up. I kept the message content intact and then forwarded it to the police officer. Then call dad immediately.

“Dad, now you take mom to the police station.”

“Don't stay in the hospital anymore, don't go home anymore.”

“I brought all the old things my mother kept with me.”

“Dad is cleaning up.”

“Just now your mother took out an old iron box from the nightstand drawer.”

“There's not only a pawn ticket and that piece of paper in there.”

My heart moved slightly.

“What else?”

Dad lowered his voice.

“There are three promissory notes written by Uncle Hai that year.”

"There's also my aunt's signature as a witness."

I was stunned. No wonder my aunt is so frantic. It's not that she doesn't know about the past. She knows it all too well. Only now do I understand why my mother has always been controlled by my aunt for so many years. A person swallows resentment for too long. Will become a weakness in the hands of those who know everything.

“Take pictures of everything.”

“Go to the police station and then get it out.”

Dad replied softly. Before hanging up the phone, I heard my mother say next to me:

“Old Ha, take that blue cloth bag too.”

“Why bring it?”

“In there are my notebooks for many years.”

Sitting alone in the hotel, I suddenly wanted to laugh. But I couldn't laugh. Mom is very proud. But she also has a habit. Who borrows salt? Whose family owes eggs? Who ever asked her to advance how much money? She recorded everything in a small notebook. The mouth always says that family members don't need to calculate. But the hand is more honest than anyone. At ten o'clock in the morning, my father texted me. The two people went to the police station. The iron box had just opened. Inside, the whole table is covered. Uncle Hai's debt paper. Pawn ticket. The old money transfer form was from his maternal side. And a notebook with frayed edges. The first page is dated more than twenty years ago. There is an inscription there.

"Three thousand two hundred yuan to replace Mr. Nhi, I lost the ring, don't mention it again."

The handwriting is old. The ink also fades over the years. But every stroke of the pen... It's like the choked breath that my mother has been swallowing for twenty years. Dad said, at first Uncle Hai still cursed. Saying that the mother wanted to save her daughter, she made up the old story. Until the police officer took out the debt paper with his fingerprints. He immediately fell silent. My aunt is no longer crying. She stared at her old self's signature. His face was as white as ash. Mom stood in front of everyone and spoke.

“I don't want the three thousand two hundred yuan back anymore.”

“I just said one thing.”

“My daughter doesn't owe you anything.”

“Who still uses me to force it?”

“I will explain each story over the years, one by one.”

Look at the words my father sent me. The corners of my eyes burned. This is the first time... I see my mother retract her soft heart. But Uncle Hai's side clearly hasn't given up yet. At noon, after the police station finished taking statements, my lawyer friend called me. Her voice was very serious.

“Right now there are two ways to handle it.”

“One is the case of falsifying the commitment.”

“The second is the case of stealing documents and then sending threatening letters.”

“If they continue to deny it If you are guilty, you absolutely should not easily sign a waiver."

She continued:

“There's one more thing.”

“The part about your mother providing autographed photos will also be questioned.”

I was silent for a few seconds.

“I won't hide it for mom.”

“Mom, just say it like it is.”

“But I will hire a lawyer for mom.”

A very soft sigh sounded on the other end of the line.

“That's the right thing to do.”

After one o'clock in the afternoon, their sister-in-law suddenly called me. As soon as she picked up the phone, she cried until she couldn't speak.

“Gia Gia, can you forgive my cousin?”

“If he has a criminal record, what will our children do in the future?”

I didn't answer right away. She's still crying.

“I know he's wrong.”

“But it was actually instigated by aunt and uncle Hai.”

“He has no bad intentions.”

“Just because I need money so much.”

Hearing the sentence without bad intentions, I only felt tiredness in my heart.

“He took a photo of my bank account opening slip.”

“Then he sent me an email to threaten me.”

“Is that called not having bad intentions?”

She paused a bit. Then cry again.

“But in the end, I didn't suffer any damage.”

I laughed.

“This sentence... people really like to say it.”

"If you haven't robbed money, it's not considered robbery."

"A trick that hasn't succeeded is not considered a trick."

“If you don't force me to the end, it doesn't count as harming you.”

The other end of the line was completely silent. I calmly said:

“Don't call me again from now on.”

“If there's a problem, work with the police.”

After speaking, I hung up and blocked that phone number. But less than five minutes later. In the village group, a new message appeared. This time it's my aunt. She posted a photo of the hospital hallway. In the photo, my mother is sitting on the couch, her head bowed. Below is the comment line.