Chapter 11 — After Firing Me, My Husband Lost the 6 Billion Dollar Project!

Secretary Trieu sent a message: "Mr. To, Mr. Co said that at 1:00 p.m. tomorrow he will come to your aunt's house to pick you up, and you and your husband will go home together." I glanced over, not bothering to answer. Power off the phone. Today, prioritize eating a bowl of sweet and sour stir-fried ribs first. At nine o'clock the next morning, I was helping my mother wash the dishes when the doorbell rang. My mother opened the door, then I heard a voice, it was Co Canh Tham.

“Mom, I'm here to take To Van home.”

My mother's voice was cold: "Do you still know the way here?" Co Canh Tham's tone was extremely urgent: "Mom, this is my fault. I'm sorry." I put down the bowl and went out to the living room. Co Canh Tham stood outside the door, wearing a charcoal green coat, carrying two fruit bags. Seeing me, he smiled: "Are you here?" I didn't smile back.

“What are you doing here?”

“Welcome me home.” He gave the fruit to my mother, "Mom, this is imported cherry, please taste it."

My mother didn't accept and looked at him coldly: "Tieu Co, tell me, you let people shamefully fire my daughter in front of the whole company, and now you show your face to pick her up, what do you think my daughter is?" Co Canh Tham was stunned: "Mom, how did you know..."

“How do I know?” My mother pulled the door open wider, "You think I'm old so I don't know anything? The story of you allowing that woman named Lam to fire my daughter, the whole area is buzzing. No matter how much money Mr. Co Canh Tham has, he can't bully people to this extent."

I never told my mother the details. But Mom has her own news source. Co Canh Tham stood in front of the door, somewhat embarrassed.

“Mom, I came to talk to To Van properly, the company thing was just a misunderstanding…”

“Misunderstanding?” I walked to the door, looked straight at him, "Co Canh Tham, try telling my mother, when you asked Secretary Trieu to call, what did you say about me? What did you call me?"

His face changed color. My mother glared at him: "Tieu Co, what do you mean my daughter?" Co Canh Tham's lips moved, unable to force out any words. I continued: "He said I was a burden, keeping him would only annoy his lover." My mother's face suddenly darkened. She is not someone who sheds tears easily. She single-handedly raised me and brought me up, a bitterness that she has never experienced. But her expression right now makes people feel more sad than crying. She looked at Co Canh Tham, her voice was terrifyingly calm: "Tieu Co, please go home. My daughter will not follow you anymore." Co Canh Tham frantically said: "Mom..."

“Don't call me mom.” My mother said every word, "From today onwards, you are not worthy to call me mother."

Having finished speaking, she slammed the door. Outside, Co Canh Tham's voice still echoed: "To Van, come out, I have something to say." I don't come out. Mom stood behind the door, looking at me, her eyes red.

“Daughter, divorce.”

I silently looked at my mother.

"In the past, my mother nodded to let me have it, out of respect for her father's kindness, thinking it wasn't so bad." Mom wiped the corner of her eyes, "Now it seems, I was looking at the wrong person. If your father in heaven saw you being humiliated like this, he would probably be angry again."

I didn't say anything, just walked over and hugged my mother tightly. There was no more noise outside. About ten minutes later, I looked through the window down the street, Co Canh Tham's car was still parked there. He sits driver's seat, head resting on the steering wheel, not knowing what to think. Half an hour later, the car finally rolled away. I breathed a sigh of relief. Turned on the phone, there were more than twenty unread messages. From Tham Dao: "There are new products, come to my place tonight." From Ha Tinh: "Company registration documents have been submitted, results are expected within three days." And there was a text message from an unknown number: "Hello Ms. To, I am Luu Kien Binh, Independent Director (Independent Board Member) of the Co Group. Would you like to meet and talk?" Independent director? Liu Jianping, I know this person. He was an independent member of the Board of Directors invited by his grandfather when he was alive, very prestigious in the industry, and was always dissatisfied with Co Canh Tham's executive ability. What do you mean by looking for me now? I replied: "Hello Luu Dong (Director Liu). I'm always free." He texted back immediately: "At two o'clock this afternoon, Tu Phuong Tea shop in the old town." I replied: “Yes.” Putting down the phone, I told my mother that I had to go out this afternoon. Mom said: "Come home early, I'll make dumplings for you to eat tonight." I nodded. At two o'clock in the afternoon, I arrived at Tra Tu Phuong on time. This is a very quiet tea shop, decorated in a classic style, extremely suitable for chatting. Luu Kien Binh was already sitting in the VIP room waiting for me. He is over 60 years old, has gray hair, wears a black Sun Yat Sen suit, looks very dignified. Seeing me walk in, he stood up and held out his hand: "General Su, I've admired you for a long time." I shook his hand: "Luu Dong is very polite." As soon as he sat down, he got straight to the point: "General To, do you know why I was looking for you?" I replied: "I guess it's because of Co Canh Tham's matter."