Late that night, in the quiet room, the moonlight dimly shone on the velvet carpet floor, Lam Nhu Nguyet walked gently to her grandmother's room. She didn't knock on the door, she just pushed it lightly and walked in like a habit. Grandma is sitting on a chair, knitting a wool scarf. Hearing the noise, she looked up — and her gentle eyes softened when she saw the silhouette of her beloved niece.
"What's wrong, grandchild?"
Nhu Nguyet sat down at her feet, her hands on her knees, old woman but still stronger than the Lam family. She looked into her grandmother's eyes, carrying — hesitation for the first time but still spoke up in the end, low and determined.
"Grandma... I need to tell a secret. I know this sounds wild, but you're the only one I can trust."
Grandma didn't answer, just nodded slightly.
Nhu Nguyet took a breath, then slowly said:"Past life... I'm dead. I was pushed to death by my mother, father, and even Nhu Yen. They slander, make up stories, and put their children in prison. Everything happened very quickly, and by the time I realized it, all the doors were closed."
Grandma gently squeezed her hand. Her face was not panicked, not surprised like others would have — but deeply heartbroken, just like her heart had guessed somewhat.
"But one time... while in prison, Nhu Yen came to see me. She came just to provoke. And in her anger... she accidentally said."
"She said... she is not my biological son. She is the result of a secret love affair of her mother. Mom kept her hidden for many years, waiting for the right time to bring her back to replace me."
The room's air sagged. A moment later, my grandmother spoke up, her voice was colder than usual:
"Are you sure?"
"At that time... she was very pleased, there was no reason to lie. And now, things are repeating exactly the same, even faster. But this time, I won't let everything happen again."
Grandma leaned back in the chair, eyes closed, voice hoarse but clear:
"Then you won't stand by and watch. Just let them think they're winning."
Then she turned to her personal assistant, who had been following her for decades:"Prepare. From tomorrow, investigate all information about the daughter named Nhu Yen. From hospitals, schools, to his mother's old prenatal check-up book. Don't miss anything."
Nhu Nguyet gently leaned her head against her thigh. In that moment, she felt relieved. On this bloody and tearful path of revenge, at least... she is no longer alone.
The next morning, the atmosphere in the Lam family villa remained artificially peaceful. Nhu Yen had just moved into a new room, lavishly decorated with all the branded goods personally chosen by Ms. Lam. Ms. Lam smiled brightly, held Nhu Yen's hand and led her around the house, constantly introducing the workers, and even called media people to record "moments of reunion of mother and son".
But in contrast to that noise, Nhu Nguyet was strangely silent. She just curled her lips and looked at that scene full of lies, her heart without any ripples. Everything is so similar to the previous life... and also so funny.
At breakfast, the four brothers were not present. Only Mr. Lam, Ms. Lam, Nhu Yen and Nhu Nguyet sat around the table. The atmosphere between the two girls was as cold as ice.
Mrs. Lam brought a glass of milk in front of Nhu Yen, her voice as sweet as honey:
"Yen Yen, remember to take care of your health when you go to school today. Don't get sick, I'm the treasure you just found again."
Nhu Yen smiled gently, glanced at Nhu Nguyet: "Mom. I will try to study well to make my parents proud."
Mr. Lam also nodded, his eyes satisfied, but when he looked at Nhu Nguyet, he only said one indifferent sentence:" Nhu Nguyet, don't let your achievements be pulled down."
Nhu Nguyet did not answer. She just coldly put down the spoon and stood up, politely bowing her head: "You're done eating!". I ask permission to go to school."
At school, today is Nhu Yen's day to officially transfer to class 12 –, a special class where Nhu Nguyet is studying. The news of the return of the real golden sky has spread throughout Luu Quang Academy. Even though no one dared to speak frankly, his disdainful eyes for Nhu Nguyet increased.
"Have you heard anything? Ms. Nhu Nguyet seems to be just an adopted child."
"Oh, and that girl – Nhu Yen – is the real metal."
"But before, I thought Nhu Nguyet was a famous lady, but it turned out to be just a substitute."
Nhu Nguyet walked through the whispers, not bothering to react. She was so used to this look. But the only person who caught her attention was... Lam Nhu Yen.
At noon, after school, Nhu Yen deliberately passed by Nhu Nguyet, softly saying:
"Sister, how does it feel to be redundant? Actually... It's better for you to leave here soon. Staying will only bring more humiliation."
Nhu Nguyet still kept a faint smile and did not respond.
In the afternoon, at the end of class, the school organizes a welcoming event for new students. In the ceremony hall, when Nhu Yen's name was chanted "the lost golden Lam family", applause rang out loudly. Media was present to record. Nhu Yen walked onto the stage, her eyes sparkling, her expression like a gentle angel.
But just as everyone was watching the light, a figure passed from behind, a clear but cold voice rang out:
"No matter who it is, if you lie, – won't be able to cover it forever."
Everyone back — is Nhu Nguyet.
Her eyes were sharp. But only my grandmother sitting in the guest row understood the meaning of that sentence.
And from the dark corner — grandmother's bodyguard silently left. The investigation into Lam Nhu Yen's background... officially begins
Translated with Lingvanex.com