Chapter 19 — After the Divorce, I Stopped Paying for My Mother-in-Law's Medicine

The name of the cake is:

“Late Blooming White Lotus.”

Use my mother's begonia mold. Same recipe she left behind. To Minh Nghi sat in the front row. Look at me standing under the light. Smiling softly.

“Your mother would be so proud.”

I looked at the bronze mold in my hand. First time in many years. Really feel relieved. By the end. I also understand one thing. There are people who spend their whole lives proving they are right. There are people who spend their whole lives paying for what they did wrong. The most important thing has never been to win them. But after all the hurt. I can still stand up. Live your own life. And no more looking back. I looked at Giang Dieu Xuyen. The corners of the lips curled slightly.

“So you deserve it.”

His face immediately turned white. I looked straight into his eyes. Every sentence and every word is clear.

“When I was pregnant with your child…”

“You stand by the mother who pushed me down.”

“When Hua Man was pregnant with someone else's child…”

“You took her side and trampled me together.”

“Jiang Yichuan.”

“You are not pitiful because you were deceived.”

“You deserve it because you are a bad person.”

Tieu Vu immediately nodded vigorously.

“Exactly right!”

Behind him, Trieu Que Lan's cries were heard.

“You tell me clearly!”

“Give me my grandson back!”

“Give me my grandson back!”

But Hua Man did not have time to explain. Her eyes widened. The whole person went limp and fell down. Fainted on the spot. I didn't call an ambulance for her anymore. The staff of Cam Hoa Tuu Lau immediately ran over. Sponsor. The person called the doctor. The scene was extremely chaotic. I pulled the suitcase of tools. Calmly walk out. To Minh Nghi is waiting in front of the door. She looked at me.

“Are you angry yet?”

I shook my head.

“It's still not enough.”

She nodded slightly. As if he had already predicted the answer.

“Tomorrow is the final round.”

“Hua Duc Hai will not let you go anywhere smoothly.”

I raised my head to look at the sky. Dark clouds are slowly descending.

“Then let him stop it.”

The morning of the finals. As soon as Tieu Vu arrived at the store, he was so angry that he almost kicked the water bucket away. The entire facade of Tham Ky was splashed with red paint. Four black words appeared in the middle of the glass window: THE THIRD PERSON LOST VIRTUE Tieu Vu was so angry that his eyes turned red.

“Who are they cursing at?”

“Did they donate their eyes to Hua Man?”

People in the street came one after another. The wonton seller rolled up her sleeves. The hand still holds the ladle.

“My pot of broth is still boiling.”

“Let me splash it to wake it up.”

Manager Luu brought people from the street management board to check the camera. Pictures show. Four o'clock in the morning. A man wearing a cap came to splash paint and then immediately ran away. The license plate was also covered up. Tieu Vu looked at the clock. Impatient to the point of crying.

“Miss Duong!”

“Exam starts at ten o'clock!”

“There's no time to clean up now!”

I took off my apron.

“I'll stay and call the police.”

“I'm taking the exam.”

Tieu Vu pulled my hand.

“But a store like this…”

“What if the guests see it?”

The lady selling wontons directly picked up the rag.

“We clean.”

“I'll go get the prize.”

“When they came back, they made them wipe their own faces.”

Several shop owners around also gathered to help. Manager Liu nodded.

“Boss Tham.”

“The doors of this old town are not open to everyone.”

I got in the car. Halfway there, a series of collisions occurred. The whole road was clogged. The driver turned around.

“I can't make it anymore.”

I look at the clock. Then take the toolbox and get out of the car. Right at that moment. The phone vibrates. It's Giang Diec Xuyen. I'm about to turn it off. But a message appeared first. Don't take the southern overpass. Hua Duc Hai sent someone to block her. Take the old bridge. I looked at the message for a few seconds. The phone rings again. This time I answered the phone. Giang Diec Xuyen's voice was very urgent.

“Shen Duong.”

“Where are you?”

“On the road.”

“Don't trust the road map.”

“Hua Duc Hai has arranged vehicles to block main routes.”

“He wanted you to be late.”

I was silent for a few seconds. Then ask:

“Why did you tell me?”

The other end of the line was quiet.

“The DNA results are in.”

There's no need for him to continue. I also understand. His voice was hoarse.

“The baby is not mine.”

The roadside wind blew strongly. The paper bag in my hand made a rustling sound. He continued:

“I know it's useless to say anything now.”

“But today…”

“You shouldn't lose to these dirty tricks.”

I only answer one question.

“Send address.”

The message arrived very quickly. When I got to the old bridgehead. To Minh Nghi's car was waiting. The assistant walked down and opened the door.

“The old lady predicted that she would be blocked.”

I just sat in the car. The assistant said:

“Mr. Giang also sent us a message.”

In the phone. Tieu Vu's voice immediately rang out.

“Playing the good guy now?”

“Late road signs are cheaper than dogtail grass.”

I smiled faintly.

“Let's worry about the competition first.”

The final round was held at the City Cultural House. When I entered. There are only three minutes left for roll call. Hua Duc Hai stands at the registration desk. Just saw me. His face immediately darkened. Hua Man was also present. Wear a mask. Both eyes are swollen and red. The Man Xuyen logo on the chest has been removed. In the corner of the hall. Trieu Que Lan's hair is messy. As soon as he saw Hua Man, he rushed forward.

“The vixen!”

“Give me my grandson back!”

“I bought you supplements!”

“I hired a nanny for you!”

“You dare use a bastard to trick me!”

Hua Man panicked and hid behind Hua Duc Hai.

“Auntie...don't be like that.”

Trieu Que Lan cried until her voice was hoarse.

“Who is your aunt?”

“It's so sweet when you call me mom!”

Giang Diec Xuyen stood not far away. There was no longer any expression on his face. I completed the attendance procedure. Right at that moment. The host walked onto the stage.

“Final round exam questions.”

“Inheritance.”

“All contestants will make a breakfast dish representing their family or mentor.”

“At the same time, tell the story behind that cake.”

The whole hall immediately fell silent. I bowed my head. Look at the begonia flower bronze mold in your hand. Then gently opened my mother's old wooden box. It's a notebook that has turned yellow over the years. And the letter she left behind. I didn't just bring a cake. But it also carries the whole life of the mother. Right at that moment. Hua Duc Hai suddenly stood up.

“I want to denounce Tham Ky before the competition continues.”