Chapter 12 — A Retreat Called Love

No intimidation. In his voice, only fatigue and despair remained.

“Love Love…”

“Let's talk.”

“Do you and I have anything else to say?”

I asked again.

“Talking about divorce.”

“Talking about money.”

“Talk… everything.”

Chu Nghi's voice was hoarse. It sounds like I've aged ten years overnight.

“You just give me the conditions.”

“If only you can do it.”

“I agree.”

“I beg you…”

“Forgive my mother.”

“Also... forgive me.”

I can almost imagine his current appearance. Account is blocked. Again, I was scared to death by Chu Khai's secret. Now it's like a cornered stray dog.

“Chu Nghi.”

“Do you really think this is still about money?”

I asked calmly. The other end of the line immediately went silent.

“How did your father die?”

“You know better than me.”

My words slowly rang out. Like each blow of a hammer hammering straight into his soul.

“It's a human life.”

“Do you think using money can solve it?”

"Not me!"

Chu Nghi suddenly screamed. The voice was filled with panic.

“It wasn't me!”

“That wasn't my doing!”

“It's all Chu Khai!”

“He came up with the plan!”

“He found someone to do it!”

“I just…”

“I just don't object…”

I coldly interrupted him.

“No objection.”

“So it's an accomplice.”

“What else can I do!”

He burst into tears in despair, a grown man crying like a child over the phone.

"My mother was seriously ill at that time, waiting for money for surgery! Chu Khai said that was the only way! He said everything had been arranged, nothing would happen! What else could I do!"

Again, it's pushing responsibility onto someone else. His mother was seriously ill, so he could calmly watch his father get hit by a truck and die? What the hell kind of logic is that?

“Is your mother really so sick that she needs one million five hundred thousand yuan for treatment?”

I asked something I had suspected for a long time. As far as I know, my mother-in-law only has high blood pressure and chronic heart disease, both common diseases in the elderly, and only requires maintenance medication, absolutely no need for major surgery. Chu Nghi's crying suddenly stopped. His silence was the answer. Another lie. A lie was created to cover up their greed and cruelty, masking their legitimacy.

“Chu Nghi, I'm really beyond help.”

I am completely disappointed.

"I have nothing more to say to you. Wait for the court summons."

I was about to hang up. He shouted in panic.

"Tinh Tinh, don't hang up! I said it! I said it all!"

It seemed he had made up his mind.

"My mother's illness... is really not that serious. It's... what Chu Khai said, my father's health is not good anyway, sooner or later he will become a burden. It's better... it's better to let him develop his last bit of value..."

My stomach rolled. Promoting ultimate value? Do they use words like that to talk about their father and uncle?

“That one million five hundred thousand yuan, besides the money to buy a house, where is the rest?”

I tried to suppress my nausea and continued to ask.

"They were all taken by Chu Khai to gamble. He said money would make money, and it would quickly double. The result... lost." clean."

Chu Nghi's voice became increasingly quiet.

“What about my five hundred thousand yuan?”

“Also... same.”

The truth is finally peeled back layer by layer, revealing the bloody and dirty core inside. This is absolutely not just a simple insurance scam. It's a demon whose soul was eaten away by gambling, leading two foolish, selfish people to commit heinous crimes.

“Chu Nghi.”

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

“Do you dare repeat what you just said in front of the police?”

The other end of the line was plunged into silence. He didn't dare. This call is not for repentance. It's to save yourself. He wanted to use the so-called "confession" in exchange for my sympathy and forgiveness, causing me to withdraw the lawsuit. From beginning to end, the only thing he thought about was himself.

“Tinh Tinh, consider me begging you.”

His voice was full of pleading.

“I'll give you whatever you want. House... that house is also for you! Just don't call the police, okay?"

I laughed coldly.

“The house in exchange for his father's life? Chu Nghi, don't you think it's dirty?"

I didn't give him any more chance to continue talking and decisively hung up. After that, I immediately sent the recording of the call to lawyer Truong and Cao Chi Vien.

“The fish has taken the bait.”

I texted Cao Chi Vien.

“Now it's time to collect the net.”