THE REVENGE JOURNEY OF MINH AN

The Revenge Journey of Minh An

I. The Abandoned Son

Back then, Minh An was only fourteen. He could not understand why his father, Mr. Duy, always looked at him with such icy eyes, as if he were a thorn that had to be plucked out. An was the eldest son, yet in his father’s eyes, he was nothing but an obstacle.

One night, An was dragged into a dark room. He was tied up, drugged, then injected with strange substances—aminazin and pipolphene—that made his body tremble and his mind spin. After that, a scene was staged: a Vietnamese boy was forced upon him, then a Western girl was brought in against her will. Everything was recorded, turning An into a so-called “degenerate.”

Outside the room, Mr. Duy gave a cold command:

“Save my daughter and save my country… by sacrificing him.”

The boy screamed and cried, but no one listened. In that moment, Minh An understood: his father had chosen to abandon him, in order to protect his daughter Mai Hoa and preserve the so-called honor of the nation.

II. The Script of Betrayal

After the staging, An was forced to drink “Dutch Lady milk.” It became a symbol of humiliation: if he refused, he would be beaten to death; if he drank, they would say he agreed willingly. Only then would they untie him.

At the same time, a Western girl named Elise—the one who would later become An’s wife—was also dragged into the scheme. They fabricated a story that Elise betrayed An, that she loved another Western man, who in turn betrayed her for a Vietnamese woman.

It was a filthy play, designed to turn everything into mockery: An was the disgrace, Elise the traitor, while Mr. Duy preserved the “honor” of his daughter and his nation.

Inside An, the flame of hatred began to kindle.

III. Ten Years of Silence

Ten years passed. An lived like a shadow. People looked at him with contempt, Elise was exiled into silence, while Mr. Duy rejoiced, believing he had “protected both his daughter and his country from a cursed fate.”

But An did not forget.

Quietly, he gathered evidence, tracked down witnesses, pieced together fragments of memory. Finally, he uncovered the truth: Elise had never betrayed him. She had been forced, bound, and only drank the milk to be released. Every accusation against them had been a lie.

In silence, hatred became a dagger—wearing down his heart, yet sharpening him into a cold, ruthless man.

IV. The Day of Judgment

One evening, as the sunset fell over Long Xuyen, An returned. He stood face-to-face with his father—the man who had once cast him aside.

Looking straight into Mr. Duy’s eyes, An spoke clearly:

“I have exposed everything. Elise is innocent. I am innocent. Years ago, you and your accomplices framed us and staged that farce. Today, I am not here to beg for forgiveness. I am here to force you to face the truth.”

Mr. Duy trembled, but forced himself to speak firmly:

“I did it to save this country, to save your sister. The curse was meant for her. I couldn’t let her carry it.”

An laughed bitterly, his smile drenched in blood and tears:

“You call that fate? No—it was your cruelty. You used the name of country and destiny to justify murdering my childhood and staining my name. You saved your daughter, but you killed your son. That is not fate—it is sin!”

V. The Oath of Revenge

An stepped forward, his voice as sharp as steel:

“Ten years ago, you took everything from me. Today, I stand here as a different man. You wanted me to be Vietnamese so I could carry the curse in her place. Fine. But now I am Chinese. If you try to repeat the same tragedy, then be ready: your daughter will bear it all—humiliation, rape, betrayal, and even death. This time, it will not be theater. It will be real.”

Mr. Duy stood frozen. An continued:

“And if you wish me to become American, then call me to the city. I will go, moving back and forth between Long Xuyen and Saigon. But remember: once I return from America, this country will bow to America. You thought you could keep America away by sacrificing me? You were wrong. The more you tried to destroy me, the closer America came.”

An’s eyes burned with fury:

“Years ago, you chose your country and your daughter over your son. Now what do you have left? Your money has been drained by America, your honor exposed, and your son died the day you abandoned him. Only one question remains: between your daughter and your country, which will you choose?”

VI. The Final Philosophy

In the suffocating silence, Mr. Duy trembled. He suddenly felt decades older. Everything he had tried to protect now slipped through his fingers like sand.

An looked at him, his words cutting like a blade into the man’s soul:

“You thought you could escape fate by pushing it onto me. But true fate lies in your own choices. You chose to abandon me—now you must lose everything. That is the true justice of heaven and earth.”

And with that, An turned his back and walked away, leaving behind a father collapsing into darkness, with only one question echoing like a fatal strike:

“Was it fate… or only the sin you created?”