Chapter 8 — Being Falsely Accused of 680,000 Yuan, I Overthrew My Husband's Family

She walked to the other side of Truong Hao, her eyes filled with tears.

“Son, look at me.”

Her voice is not loud. But it goes straight to the heart.

"All my life, for you, for this family, I endured so much hardship, so much frustration. I endured your father's laziness, endured his gambling, endured his lies... what did I endure?"

“Don't you just want your child to have a peaceful life?”

"But look now! He's pushing you into the hole! He wants to destroy you, this whole house!"

"Mom is old, she won't have many more years to live. But you and Van Van have our whole lives ahead of us. Listen to me once... this house can't be pulled down by him anymore."

Like a hammer hitting Truong Hao's heart. He looked up. A person who speaks morality, but does only selfish and destructive things. A cold, determined person... but trying to pull this house from the brink. Every story, every incident in the past few days... appeared clearly. Report to the police. The truth is exposed. Overacting at the hospital. Debit book. And even using his son's future as blackmail. He understands. The one who destroyed everything... Not me. It's his father. And the one trying to hold back— A long silence. Heavy as a rock. Truong Hao slowly raised his hand. Don't help your father. But pick up the pen on the table.

"Tieu Hao! How dare you!"

Truong Kien Quoc's scream... seemed to rip through the air. But this time— Truong Hao didn't look at him. He bowed his head. Find a place to sign. But still writing.

“Truong Hao.”

As the last stroke closed— He felt drained of all his strength. Truong Kien Quoc... completely collapsed. He rushed forward, like a crazy animal, wanting to tear the paper to shreds, cursing nonstop.

"You ungrateful person! You ungrateful person! You are haunted! You will not die in peace!"

But this time— Truong Hao stood up. In front of me and my mother-in-law. Use your own body... stop him. Thirty years— The first time he truly rebelled against his father.

“Dad…go.”

His voice was still shaking. But the eyes—

“This house… doesn't welcome you anymore.”

I looked at his not-so-broad back. In the heart - the lake surface had frozen for a long time... there was a very small crack. I didn't give 200,000 yuan. Just coldly— threw the review at Truong Kien Quoc's feet.

"Take it. Get out."

The three of us joined forces to push him out of the house. He stood outside the door, still screaming hoarse curses. We slammed the door. all the noise, all the dirt— outside. Completely kicked out of his home, Truong Kien Quoc truly became a homeless person, with no money, no support, and no one else to accept. He was broke and had a bad reputation throughout the village. His relatives avoided him as if avoiding evil. No one wanted to be involved with a person who was both in debt and scandalous. Not long after, the creditors he had borrowed money from to gamble began to come to him, one by one, like ghosts demanding his life, not giving him a way out. With no way out, he poured all his resentment onto me and Truong Hao, as if we were the reason why he fell into this path. And then, he began the final and most frantic counterattack, no longer holding back any limits. He came to my workplace to cause trouble, like an animal cornered, only knowing how to bite and tear everything in front of him. My company is just a small design studio, located in an office building in a quiet town Quiet and neat, no such noise has ever happened. He stood right at the reception desk, banged on the table, cried, and talked to everyone who came in and out, turning that place into his own stage. He said his son was bewitched by the fox spirit, his daughter-in-law colluded with outsiders, cheated him of all his money, and now kicked him out of the house, wanting him to starve to death on the street. The story he invented is so vivid that it makes people who don't know the story shake, because it is told with tears and a tone full of injustice. In the office environment, the scariest thing is not direct conflict, but the rumors that creep in, silently destroying a person's image. In just one day, the eyes my colleagues looked at me changed, no longer friendly but instead replaced by scrutiny, suspicion and distance.