Chapter 8 — 600,000 Yuan And A Broken Marriage

I collected the document bag.

“And because of that—”

“Forgiving my mother… will never happen.”

“She didn't just steal my money.”

“But you also took the money in exchange for your father's life.”

“And… stole my whole life.”

I stood up, preparing to leave. But Tran Hao suddenly rushed out like an arrow. I was startled and quickly ran after him. He stopped a taxi and reported his parents' home address. I called Tieu Hieu to drive after me. Tran Hao seemed crazy, banging on the door repeatedly. The person who opened the door was his father, his face still looking bad:

"Hao Hao? What's wrong..."

He pushed him aside and rushed into the living room. In the room— Liu Jinhua was holding a computer, with Tran Due and Vuong Thien bowing their heads, calculating something. It seems... still calculating how much money is still missing to buy a house. Seeing Tran Hao rush in, she froze for a second, then out of habit, she immediately changed her face:

"What are you doing! Have you signed yet? That woman Kieu Can..."

“Where is my father's compensation money?!”

Tran Hao shouted, interrupting her, his voice hoarse and torn, "That money! What did you do with it?! Am I your biological son?! Whose son is Tran Due?! Tell me! Tell me!" The living room immediately fell into dead silence. Liu Jinhua's face turned white as paper, and the computer in his hand fell to the floor. Tran Due and Vuong Thien were also stunned.

“What nonsense are you talking about!” Luu Kim Hoa regained her composure and immediately denied in a shrill voice, but her panicked eyes betrayed her. "Who said these nonsense things to you? Is it Kieu Can! That house-destroying bastard slandered me!"

“Slander or not, you know best in your heart!”

Tran Hao threw the photos and the copy of the statement I gave him straight in her face.

"Look! After looking, then continue talking!"

Luu Kim Hoa trembled and picked it up. Just one glance made her whole body tremble like a leaf. Tran Due also stopped by to take a look, his face changed:

"Brother! Where did you get these fake things?! Do you trust outsiders but not your mother?!"

"Outsider?"

Tran Hao laughed, but the smile was more unsightly than crying.

"Who is the outsider?! I—the child born to you and your ex-husband—are the outsider! And you guys are one family!"

"Using the money to sell my father's life, staying in my house, and now taking money from my wife! Do you still have face?!"

The words "bastard" were like a knife stabbing straight into the heart, Liu Jinhua completely collapsed. She jumped up and wanted to hit Tran Hao, but suddenly her body stiffened, her hands clasped her chest, her eyes widened, her mouth distorted, and drool flowed out uncontrollably.

"Mom!" Tran Due shouted.

“Kim Hoa!” His father also panicked.

Her body went limp and fell to the floor, unconscious. not acting. The sound of an ambulance siren pierced the air again. Tran Hao stood still, looking at the chaotic scene before his eyes, watching his mother being taken on a stretcher. His face… was expressionless. All that remained—an empty field of despair. This family—from top to bottom…has completely collapsed. This time, Liu Jinhua really had a stroke. After first aid, save your life. But it left behind serious sequelae - paralysis of one side of the body, difficulty speaking clearly, and almost no ability to take care of one's life. The most ironic thing is that the son she loved the most, Tran Due, only took care of him for less than three days before he couldn't bear it anymore. Having no money and having to serve him—he immediately revealed himself image. One morning, he secretly stole all the remaining cash and jewelry from Liu Jinhua's bag, dragging Vuong Thien and fled. Phone turned off. A bedridden mother needs every bit of care. And a father who was angry to the point of exhaustion. Tran Hao seemed to have aged ten years overnight. He quietly resigned from his job, handled moving out of the apartment, and then took his parents out of the hospital. Don't ask me for forgiveness. No mention of reconciliation. One afternoon, he sent me a very long text message. In that, no excuses. There is only one word "sorry".