Chapter 17 — After Divorce, I Made My Husband's Family Bankrupt

In the courtroom, there was only the hum of air conditioning. A long time later, Trieu Le suddenly sat down on the ground, crying.

"I was wrong okay? I know I was wrong! Please forgive us! Consider it pity—"

“You stand up.”

The police helped her back to the chair. She cried and struggled, the sound echoed throughout the hallway. Chu Khai was still sitting there. From beginning to end, don't look over. His eyes were glued to the table, his lips pursed. Fifteen minutes later, the trial continued. The judge declared:

"As for plaintiff Chu Khai's request regarding the dispute over illegal profits, due to lack of valid evidence, the court did not accept it."

"For defendant Diep Thanh's counterclaim, the evidence is relatively complete, the court decided to accept it, the trial time will be announced later."

“The court fees are borne by the plaintiff.”

The hammer fell. Chu Khai's whole body collapsed. The lawyer next to him frantically flipped through the files, his forehead covered in sweat. Trieu Le didn't cry anymore. Sitting still as if all my strength had been exhausted. Chu Dinh supported her, his lips trembled but he couldn't say anything. I stood up and gathered my documents. Chu Khai suddenly raised his head. He looked straight at me.

“Diep Thanh... have you never thought about coming back?”

I stopped for a beat.

"To come back or not, it depends on whether that person is worthy of coming back. What you've done for five years... I've given you too many chances."

“So how do you feel now?”

His voice was very quiet. I put the documents in my briefcase.

“I don't see anything.”

I turned around and walked away. Behind, Chu Dinh called out:

“Miss Diep!”

I don't stop. Stepping out of court, the sunlight hit my eyes straight. So bright that I had to squint. Uncle Ngo walked behind.

"General Director Diep, the counterclaim will be heard in about a month. The documents I have prepared are quite solid, the possibility of winning is very high."

"Okay. Let me handle the next part."

I looked at the clock.

“I have an inspection session with Dinh Vi this afternoon. I'll go first.”

Uncle Ngo nodded and stood watching me get into the taxi. The car door closed, I heard him say softly behind me:

“General Manager Diep, it's been hard.”

In the car, the driver looked at me through the rearview mirror.

“Beautiful lady, where are you going?”

“The Century Hotel.”

The taxi turned away from the court gate and joined the noon traffic. I leaned back and closed my eyes. The phone vibrated three times. Message from Bach Tung Dao.

“General Manager Diep, what was the result of today's trial?”

"Plaintiff lost. Counterclaim accepted."

"Good. I will have the lawyer revise the investment contract again, and sign the final version in two days."

I was about to put my phone away when another message appeared. Long… very long.

"Sister Diep, today when my mother cried in court, I suddenly remembered something. Last winter I had a fever of forty degrees, my brothers were busy at the restaurant, my mother went to play cards. It was you who carried me to the hospital in the middle of the night. At that time I was unconscious, holding your hand and saying 'my sister-in-law is scared'. She said 'it's okay, I'm here'. Today I want to say thank you... but you don't stop. I know this is three years late, but I still want to say it. Thank you. Sorry.”

I looked at the screen for a long time. Finally type two words. One week before the counterclaim trial. Chu Khai's lawyer proactively contacted Mr. Ngo.

“General Manager Diep, their side wants to reconcile.”

Mr. Ngo sent a scanned copy of the request via phone. I looked it over. The Chu family agreed to use seven stores to pay off the debt, with the remainder paid in installments over three years. The conditions are - I withdraw the request for an honor lawsuit, and at the same time post a "misunderstanding correction" online.

“I call it Is this a misunderstanding?”

I put down the phone.

“Answer them. No reconciliation.”

Uncle Ngo nodded and went to make a call. I continued to look at the inspection report of Dinh Vi's new shipment in the factory office. Outside the window, the new factory foundation has been dug. After Bach Tung Dao's account of 1,000,000,000 yuan, Diep's factory began to expand, adding four automatic lines. Mr. Tran said that by the end of the year, it will be able to operate and output will increase five times. Need to hire more workers. Recruitment notice posted right at the gate. That afternoon, Uncle Tran knocked on the door.

“General Manager Diep, someone came to apply for a job.”

“Tell me to go to the human resources department.”

“This person… is a bit special.”