Chapter 16 — 8 Million Dividend Does Not Include Me, No One Knows I Own Tens of Millions of Yuan

No beating around the bush. Also no explanation. Just put the file down on the table.

"Transfer account."

"I have returned the full three hundred thousand yuan."

I looked at the documents in the file. Transfer date is this morning. The eldest brother took a deep breath.

"Before, I always thought you would never know."

"So you fooled yourself into thinking it wasn't serious."

This was the first time my eldest brother said those two words to me. Not for money. Not because of the company. But really sorry. Less than ten minutes later. The second brother also appeared. He no longer looks as arrogant as before. He no longer seems like he likes to argue. He placed a bank statement on the table. Two hundred thousand yuan. Refunded.

"Money you said that day."

"I returned it."

The second brother bowed his head. Having difficulty saying the last sentence.

"I owe you an apology."

I looked at my two brothers. There was no feeling of gloating in my heart as I had imagined. Just feel relieved. By the end. Debts of the past have also been put back in their proper place. Right then. Suddenly outside the hallway, heavy footsteps were heard. An employee rushed over. His face was pale.

"Chairperson!"

"Not good!"

Everyone turned their heads at the same time. The employee gasped. The voice trembled.

"Madam..."

"The lady just fainted in the yard."

"I'm being taken to the hospital now!"

When I ran to the hospital, my mother was awake. She lay on the hospital bed, her face still pale. The doctor said there was no serious problem. It's just that recently I've been mentally stressed, eating erratically, and my emotions have changed so much that I fainted. I stood outside the hospital room door. Looking through the small window. Dad sat by the bed. The eldest brother and the second brother stood next to the window. The two sisters-in-law sat silently on the bench. No one talked. The hospital room was very quiet. So quiet that it's not like the Lam family I used to know. In the past, that house was always noisy. This person says the other person is wrong. The other person blames this person for not knowing things. And I'm always the one pushed out. But now. Everyone learns to be silent. I pushed the door and walked in. Mom immediately turned her head to look at me. Her eyes trembled slightly. Her voice was very hoarse. Just call once. Eyes were red. I went to the bed. Place the iron box on the nightstand. Inside there is a diary and an envelope of unsent letters. After leaving my old house that day, I still hadn't opened the letter. Not because of hiding anymore. But because I suddenly understood. There are some words that do not need to be read from paper. If possible. I want to hear it from her own mouth. Mom looked at the iron box. The hand placed on the blanket curled slightly.

"You... read it?"

"Read the diary."

"Not yet."

She was stunned. I looked at her.

"Do you want to talk now?"

That question just ended. Mother's tears immediately fell. She covered her eyes with her hand. Like a child who finally couldn't hold it in anymore. Those three words are very light. But it feels like it took twenty-six years to arrive in front of me. No one in the room spoke. Dad bowed his head. The eldest brother turned away. The second brother tightened his grip. Mother sobbed.

"It's mom's fault."

"I always think girls should understand things."

"You have to give in, brother."

"You have to know how to bear the loss."

"I thought it was good for you."

"But I don't know..."

"I didn't know you were in so much pain."

I stand by the bed. The palm of the hand is cold. Mom looked at me. Her voice trembled.

"When you got first place in the exam, mom was really happy."

"When you passed university, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night."

"When you said you wanted to invest, I didn't understand."

"I'm afraid you're going the wrong way."

"But mom used the harshest words to say to me."

She cried so much that she could barely speak.

"Mom, it's not that I don't love you."

"It's just that mom is so stupid."

"Love without knowing how to say it."

"Love but don't know how to keep it."

I looked at the woman in front of me. The person who hurt me the most. He was also the person who stayed up all night sewing clothes to earn money for me to study. A long time later. I said softly:

"I know."

Mom was stunned. I repeat again.

"I know."

I don't forgive everything. Not all heartache disappears. It's just that I know. Know that mom used to love you. I know there are people whose whole lives are bound by old ideas, only when they lose them do they realize they were wrong. Knowing the past cannot be changed. But the future might be a little less painful. The day my mother left the hospital. No one suggested returning to the old house. Because that house is no longer there. Finally, everyone came to my apartment. That was the first time the Lam family had a meal in my house. There is no chair position. There was no one sitting on the wooden chair next to the door. No one has priority over anyone else. Just a round table. A pot of hot soup. Some simple dishes. Mom sat next to me, clumsily picking me a piece of fish. Then he remembered something and quickly said:

"I don't like eating onions."

She carefully picked out the onions. I looked at that movement. Suddenly I saw my eyes. It turned out to be a normal family meal. It's something I've been waiting for for many years. One year later. Thinh Y Company is completely revived. New line comes into operation. 217 workers were all retained. Old Truong no longer worked as a night guard, I transferred him to the lighter logistics management department. His grandson also passed the entrance exam to an important university. The day he received the news, he laughed so much that he stood at the factory gate wiping tears from his eyes for a long time. Dad officially retired. The eldest brother was in charge of production after going through a rigorous evaluation period. The second brother started from the lowest market employee position. No one can enjoy special privileges anymore because they are family members. Become the real president of Thinh Y. Later that year. The company holds a dividend meeting. After the meeting, dad called me to stay. He placed a red envelope in front of me. I was a bit stunned. He coughed slightly.

"Not much."

"But this year the first part is yours."

Inside is a check. Five hundred thousand yuan. The whole room was silent for a few seconds. Then the second brother was the first to laugh. The eldest brother also laughed. Mom sitting next to me had red eyes but the corners of her lips curled up. I looked at that familiar number. Suddenly burst into laughter. A year ago. Five hundred thousand yuan is alms. One year later. Five hundred thousand yuan is a late apology. I received the envelope. Then he took out another set of documents from his bag. Push it in front of everyone.

"This is the second phase investment plan."

"Scale of fifty million yuan."

The whole room immediately became quiet. I looked at the faces in front of me. This time there was no more pain. I just feel very light hearted. I smiled.

"This time, I don't need anyone's recognition anymore."

"Because I recognized myself."