Chapter 7 — A Retreat Called Love

Her voice was strangely calm.

“Everything you just said is fully recorded.”

Chu Nghi immediately stiffened. Attorney Truong continued:

"He admitted to arbitrarily using marital assets to make high-risk investments without his wife's consent."

“Furthermore, the recipient of that investment is your relative.”

"From a legal perspective, this act can be considered intentional transfer or dissipation of common assets of husband and wife."

"If the case goes to trial, the judge can absolutely ask him or his mother to use other assets to reimburse Ms. To for the loss."

Chu Nghi's pupils constricted violently.

“You... who are you scaring?”

"I have no money!"

"That house was my mother's private property before marriage! How can you rely on that..."

Lawyer Truong interrupted.

“Perhaps you are misunderstanding some legal issues.”

“First, your father's insurance money was received after you two got married.”

"Whether that money is completely your mother's personal property or not, still needs to be verified."

"Second, my mother used that money to buy a house with a one-time payment, but then let me and my husband live in that house."

"Whether this is considered a form of disguised donation or not also needs to be clarified."

Speaking of this, her eyes became more serious.

“The most important thing is...”

"Currently, you and your mother are suspected of working together to defraud Ms. To of her pre-marital assets."

“The nature of this incident is much more serious than you think.”

Chu Nghi's face immediately turned pale. It's not that he doesn't understand the law. But because from beginning to end, he always thought I didn't understand the law. He thought he could manipulate me all my life. But now, everything has gone out of control. He looked at me. First time. I saw fear in his eyes.

“Love Love…”

His voice softened. Even brought along some choking parts.

“Or...how about we just stop making such a big deal out of it?”

“Once the money is lost, we will make it back.”

“As for the house... I'll tell mom to add your name to the paperwork.”

"Is that Okay?"

I looked at that face. The face that once made me trust absolutely. Now only the feeling of nausea remains.

"It's late."

“Chu Nghi.”

“It's too late.”

“It's not too late!”

“It's not late!”

He walked forward in panic. Reach out your hand to hold me.

“Tinh Tinh, give me one more chance.”

“I swear I will treat you well from now on.”

“I will cut off relations with Chu Khai.”

“I will listen to whatever you say.”

I avoided his hand like I was avoiding something dirty.

“Chu Nghi.”

“You know what really makes me desperate?”

I looked straight into his eyes. Each word rang out clearly.

“Not the other five hundred thousand.”

“It's not that house either.”

“It was when I was in the hospital with a broken leg.”

“Your first phone call should not be to ask if I am in pain.”

“Not asking if I'm okay.”

“But scolded me for not coming home to cook for your mother.”

The air in the hospital room seemed to freeze.

“From that moment.”

“I knew it was over between us.”

“In my eyes.”

“You and your mother are nothing more than a pile of trash on the side of the road.”

Every sentence is like a knife. One stroke at a time. Ripping off the last layer of Chu Nghi's mask. The last hope in his eyes completely disappeared. His face changed continuously. Then it was pitch black. The previous pleading turned into hatred. He gritted his teeth. Each word burst out filled with resentment.

“Then you will regret it.”

He turned and left. Never looked back. The door slammed shut. The hospital room was quiet again. Lam Man let out a long sigh. She looked at me worriedly.

“Love Love.”

“Will he do anything?”

I shook my head. I know well. For Chu Nghi, everything is not over yet. People like him will not easily accept defeat. And it was as I predicted. That afternoon. An unexpected phone call came in. It's Chu Khai. His voice sounded extremely sincere.

“I know everything about my brother.”

“It's my fault to you.”

“That five hundred thousand, I will think of a way to repay it.”

“Can you... not divorce my brother?”

That call was like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Chu Khai's tone sounded even more sincere than Chu Nghi's. There is guilt in it. Also brings impatience.

“I'm such an asshole.”

“I shouldn't have pulled my brother into the water.”

“Don't even touch my money.”

“It's all my fault.”

“Don't blame my brother.”

“He was just temporarily confused.”

“He wanted to make money quickly so the two of them could have a better life.”