Chapter 19 — Winning 5.8 Million Yuan Lottery, I Just Told My Parents I Won 200,000 Yuan

17The caption reads:

"Strong all my life, but in the end I was forced by my own daughter to the point that I didn't even dare to stay in the hospital."

I stared at that text, my finger frozen on the screen. In the photo, my mother is sitting on a bench in the hospital hallway. She was wearing an old coat, her hair was messy, and she was still clutching a blue cloth bag in her hand. If you didn't know the end of the story, anyone who saw that photo would think she was pitiful. Auntie is really good at manipulating people's hearts. This time, she no longer stood up and blamed herself for her fate. Which pushed my mother to the front. Let everyone turn and scold me for being an unfilial daughter. Very quickly after that, their sister-in-law added another comment:

"A mother forced to this point, as a daughter, can she still sleep peacefully at night?"

Uncle Hai also immediately chimed in:

"If you have money, even your own mother will take you to the police station."

The village's chat group was in chaos again. Some people say you can't force your mother no matter what. Some people criticized the whole family for making fun of them all over the internet. Someone also said a sentence:

“If I had known in advance that my daughter would be like this, it would have been better not to have given birth.”

I did not respond. Just take a screenshot and send it to dad. He called very quickly.

“Your mother saw it.”

“How is mom?”

“Just now she sat quietly for a long time.”

“Don't cry.”

“Then tell dad to give her the phone.”

Footsteps were heard on the other end of the line. Then my mother's voice slowly spoke. Her voice was still weak, but much calmer than in the morning.

“Let mom figure it out herself.”

I frowned slightly.

“Mom, stop arguing with them.”

“Now they're just waiting for mom to slip up.”

Mom took a deep breath.

“My whole life... Mom has said so many wrong things.”

“This time... I won't say the wrong thing again.”

The call just ended. I still can't feel peace in my heart. Less than three minutes later, a new recording appeared in the village's group chat. Her voice is not loud. But every word is clear.

“That photo was secretly taken by my sister while I was sitting in the hospital hallway.”

“I went to the police station because I provided Gia Gia's signature photo.”

“I have to clarify that myself.”

“I had to stay in the hospital because I was embarrassed and tormented.”

“It's not because Gia Gia forced me.”

“It never forced me.”

“From beginning to end... it was just protecting itself.”

The group immediately fell silent. Immediately after that, my mother sent a second recording.

“I am truly a very honorable person.”

“I also really want others to look at my family with different eyes.”

"That's why I brought up the story of Gia Gia winning the prize."

“I was wrong.”

“I shouldn't take my daughter's money to save my face.”

"And you shouldn't let your relatives think that if there's a large crowd, she must give you money."

I tightened my grip on the phone. The bridge of the nose is stinging. Very quickly, the third recording also appeared.

“Sister, you don't need to keep taking me out to do your homework.”

“Old Nhi, please don't blame me for forcing Gia Gia anymore.”

“Who came up with the pledge?”

“Who will print it?”

“Who hired someone to bring it to Gia Gia's house?”

“The police station already has the file.”

“Whatever part I participate in... I accept.”

“What part of you participated... don't try to escape.”

Finally, my aunt couldn't bear it anymore. She immediately sent a note minus.

"Because of my daughter, now I don't even accept my biological sister anymore?"

This time mom answered almost immediately.

“In the past, it was because I valued relatives too much.”

“That's why I almost harmed my own daughter.”

"From now on... who will use me to pressure Gia Gia?"

“The first person to disagree... will be me.”

The recording has just been sent. The group immediately exploded. Some people began to advise her aunt not to make a big deal out of it. Someone turned to ask Uncle Hai if the commitment was fake or not. Someone also mentioned that in the morning his cousin was invited to the police station to work. The wind direction is changing little by little. But I know very well. People like them will not stop because of a few words. At exactly seven o'clock in the evening, my lawyer friend called me.

“Their side has contacted a number of online media channels.”

“They said you took the prize money and hired a lawyer to put the whole family in jail.”

I gently rubbed my hand between my aching eyebrows.

“Are you planning to sell carpets again?”

“Not only that.”

“I also see they are preparing to release your mother's hospital records.”

“Along with old family photos.”

"They want to prove that your family was poor in the past and received help from relatives."

I laughed coldly.

“Help with what?”

“Ever give me a piece of food?”

“Ever carried me once?”

“Or once lent my family three kilos of rice?”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Then she said softly:

“The problem is... netizens may not look closely at those details.”

“They just see emotions.”

“You have to prepare first.”

I looked at the file bag on the table. Each piece of paper in there... It's like each layer of scab being peeled off a wound over the past few days. I calmly said:

“Then tell me clearly once.”

"Collect all the evidence that they borrowed money and didn't pay back, took advantage of my house, and fabricated slander for many years."

“This time it's all public.”

Lawyer friend asked:

“Your mother agrees?”

I haven't been able to answer yet. Mom's message was sent first. It's a photo. In the photo, the old notebook has been opened on the hospital bed. From more than twenty years ago until now... Which house has borrowed how much money? Which family let my father work for free for so many days? Which family uses the excuse of having a full-term child to ask for congratulatory money? All are clearly recorded. Immediately followed by a recording of the mother.

“Before, my mother was afraid of losing face.”

“Now... I'm not afraid anymore.”

“You should be ashamed... it's not our home.”