Chapter 28 — After Divorce, I Am a Real Angel

The matter has been exposed, I don't want to hide it anymore. I love you, I want to be with you, I want to use the rest of my life to make up for you. Can you…can you give me a chance?” He looked at me, his eyes filled with hope, tension and immense guilt. I turned away, not daring to look directly into those eyes.

“Pho Kinh Nghien, it's too late.”

“It's not too late.” He grabbed my hand, the force was very gentle, as if he was handling a fragile treasure, "To Nghien, as long as we are still alive, it's not too late. Give me a chance, also give yourself a chance. Let's start again, okay?"

I looked out the window, it was already dawn. A new day begins again. But between us, can we start again? Can those hurts, those lies, and even those who have passed away, be as if they never happened? I don't know.

“Pho Kinh Nghien, I need time.” I withdrew my hand and stood up, "I need time to think, think clearly about everything, think clearly about whether there is still any possibility between us."

The light in Pho Kinh Nghien's eyes dimmed a bit, but quickly brightened again.

“Okay, I'll wait. I will wait no matter how long.”

I walked to the door, stopped walking, and didn't look back.

“Pho Kinh Nghien, take good care of your injuries. And… thank you.”

Thank you for saving me from To Quoc Hung's knife. Thank you for still being willing to tell me the truth. Thank you for saying you love me. Although, I no longer know whether I dare to love again or not. * News that Pho Thi Group was investigated quickly spread throughout Giang Thanh. Old Master Pho died seriously ill and had to be hospitalized, Pho Kinh Nghien's injuries had not yet healed, Mrs. Pho was like a headless snake, and stock prices fell miserably. To Quoc Vi's case also involved more and more people, the To family completely collapsed, To Tuyet went from being a real star to becoming a farce, and it was said that she was preparing to flee abroad. As for me, with Tran Tinh's help, I opened a small studio, specializing in illustration and design. Although the scale is not large, it is enough to support myself and do the work I love. After Pho Kinh Nghien was discharged from the hospital, he came to see me several times, but I never saw him. After that, he stopped coming, and only asked someone to deliver a bouquet of flowers to the studio every day. On the card there were only two words: "Waiting for you." I told the flower shop not to deliver anymore, but the next day, the flowers still appeared on time. Gradually, I also became a habit. A month later, Mr. Pho's case had a result. The evidence is extremely authentic, he was involved in money laundering, embezzlement of public funds, and even child kidnapping 22 years ago. But because of his old age and weak health, he was eventually sentenced to probation and served outside prison. As for To Quoc Hung, because of his involvement in many murders, he was sentenced to death. On the day of the verdict, I went to visit Mr. Pho. He is staying at a suburban nursing home, living alone, with only nurses taking care of him. When I walked in, he was sitting in a wheelchair, blankly looking out the window at the garden. Hearing footsteps, he turned around, saw me, and smiled.

“Already here?”

“Yes.”

I placed the fruit basket on the table, then sat down in the chair opposite him.

“Are you… still healthy?”

“Healthy, very healthy.” Old man Fu waved his hand, “Finally, I don't have to worry about those troublesome things more, pure.”

He hesitated for a moment, looked at me and said: "To Nghien, I'm sorry." My nose was stinging, I didn't respond.

“I know, no matter how much I say sorry, it won't make up for anything.” The corners of Old Man Fu's eyes turned red, "But I still want to say, sorry. I'm sorry for making you suffer so much. I'm sorry for hiding it from you for so many years. Sorry… you are not a good grandfather.”

“Is your parents' death related to you?” I asked.