Chapter 4 — Being Falsely Accused of 680,000 Yuan, I Overthrew My Husband's Family

Truong Kien Quoc hid at a relative's house for a few days. But it was discovered that public opinion did not change in his favor. The police report was confirmed and spread throughout the village. The story of his "unfilial daughter-in-law"... besides a few close people, almost no one believed it. The path of pretending to be pitiful could no longer be followed— He thought of another trick. He ran to the town medical station, clutched his chest, groaned and said it was hard to breathe and his heart hurt. Saying that I was unfilial to my daughter-in-law... made me have a heart attack. The doctor did a quick examination and found no serious problem, just slightly high blood pressure. But he stubbornly stayed in bed and insisted on being hospitalized for observation. Also asked my cousin to take a photo of me— Lying on the hospital bed, breathing tube, pretending to be in critical condition. Immediately sent to the family group. In the photo, he closed his eyes, his face was pale, as if he was about to stop breathing at any moment. The chat group exploded. Messages poured in like rain.

“Tieu Hao, come quickly and see your father, he has become like this!”

"Lin Van is too much, after all, she is a superior."

“Hurry up and apologize, take someone home, you've done too much!”

Truong Hao's phone was on fire. He took the photo, rushed into my room, his eyes were bloodshot, and he thrust his phone right in front of my face.

"Look! Look! Dad was hospitalized by you! Are you satisfied now?"

I glanced at that ridiculous acting photo. In my heart... not a single ripple.

"Lam Van, I beg you. Let's go to the hospital to visit him together, okay? If something happens to him... for the rest of my life..."

“If you want to go, you go, I won't go.” I coldly interrupted.

Truong Hao was so angry that he was speechless. In the end, he could only stomp his feet and drive himself to the hospital. As soon as he left, I immediately called my mother-in-law.

“Mom, let's go to the hospital too.”

She was a bit stunned, then quickly understood what I meant, her eyes flashing with determination.

"Go! I also want to see how long he can act!"

When my mother-in-law and I arrived, Truong Kien Quoc's hospital room was very "bustling". Third uncle, fourth aunt and a few relatives gathered around the hospital bed, each offering a word of comfort. Truong Kien Quoc was half lying, half sitting, groaning weakly. As soon as he saw me and my mother-in-law walk in, his eyes lit up, then immediately changed to his "about to die" look.

"You guys... why are you still here? Do you want to see if I'm dead yet?" His voice trembled, filled with reproach.

As soon as Truong Hao saw me, he felt like he had caught a lifeline and quickly pulled my hand.

“Van Van, I'm here, quickly... quickly apologize to dad.”

I pushed his hand away. Not even looking at the "main actor" in bed, nor ignoring the critical eyes of relatives. I went straight to the door of the hospital room, looking for the doctor wearing the "in charge" sign.

"Doctor, let me ask, patient in bed 12, Truong Kien Quoc, how is his condition? Is it serious?"

The doctor pushed up his glasses and glanced at the file.

"Ah, that patient, it's nothing serious. It's just that emotions cause blood pressure to increase, there are signs of mild high blood pressure. We have had a complete check-up, the heart and brain are normal. Stay for observation for one night, tomorrow you can be discharged from the hospital."

The doctor's voice is not loud. But in the quiet room, every word fell clearly. I turned around and deliberately spoke loudly.

"Did you hear me? The doctor said he's fine and will be discharged tomorrow!"

The whole group of relatives stood still. Looking at each other, no one could say a word. As for Truong Kien Quoc, his face turned pale "severely ill"... turns purple like an overturned pig's liver.

"You... you're talking nonsense! I'm clearly very upset!" He still tried to argue.

I don't bother arguing. Just turned around, opened the bag, and took out a dark blue hardcover notebook. I walked to the middle of the room and opened the book right in front of everyone.

"Third uncle, fourth aunt, aunts and uncles... everyone thinks Truong Kien Quoc is pitiful, thinking I'm not a daughter-in-law."

“So today, I show everyone… what kind of person he really is.”

I took a breath and started reading.

“In March 2015, took 5,000 yuan, saying he had a funeral and needed it urgently... essentially gambling it.”

“In August 2016, he took 20,000 yuan and said his friend's child was enrolling... in fact, he didn't have that friend.”

“Tet 2018, took 30,000 yuan of lucky money, said to keep it... after Tet, I can never get it back.”

With each sentence I read— Truong Kien Quoc's face turned a little whiter. The expressions of the relatives... ranged from surprise, to shock, then gradually turned to contempt. Truong Hao stood dumbfounded. Things he never knew... every sentence, every word, pounded right into his ears. There was only my voice in the room, cold and clear. By the time I finished reading the last line — the recent 680,000 yuan — I closed the book.

“This… is the person everyone calls a ‘gentle elder.’ A liar by instinct, addicted to gambling, living a parasitic life, draining his wife’s blood… then turning around and slandering his daughter-in-law!”

My eyes scanned each person. Finally stopping on Truong Kien Quoc's gray face.

“Now… do you still find him pitiful?”

The hospital room... was completely silent. Those who were still enthusiastically criticizing me, now bow their heads like wilted vegetables. No one said another word. They… finally saw his true face clearly. I threw the notebook down on the nightstand.

“This play… will you still perform it?”

Truong Kien Quoc looked at me. For the first time— There was… fear in his eyes.