Chapter 7 — Being forced to divorce empty-handed, I made him empty-handed for the rest of his life

The next day, I submitted all evidence of Tran Tu Ngang transferring company assets and falsifying books to the board of directors. On the same day, the council made a decision: to fire Tran Tu Ngang, pursue financial responsibility, and request compensation of one hundred and twenty thousand. The General Vuong called me: "Sister-in-law, the council has voted in full. Tran Tu Ngang... is done."

“I understand. Thank you.”

“Don't thank me, it's because you have enough evidence.”

I hung up, opened the phone, and saw that the company's internal group had exploded.

“Has Tran Tu Ngang been fired?”

"Deserve it! Embezzled company assets, even committed adultery, very bad character."

“I heard his wife sued him to the point that he had to leave empty-handed.”

"Support! That kind of man must be empty-handed to be worthy!"

In just a moment, Tran Tu Ngang became someone everyone avoided like the plague. The car under his name was frozen by the court, the house was sealed, and the bank account emptied. He ran to where Lam Mi used to live, only to find the apartment empty. He returned to the Tran family's house and discovered that the door lock had been changed. The mother-in-law stood inside and shouted: "Don't come back! The Tran family cannot accommodate a disgrace like you!" Tran Tu Ngang banged on the door: "Mom! I have no place to live anymore!"

"Go find To Van! Don't you have a son? Tell him to raise you!"

"Lam Mi ran away! She took the child away!"

“You deserve it!”

He sat down in front of the door, crying like a child. Neighbors came out to watch, recorded videos, and posted them online.

“Look, the man from the Tran family has been kicked out.”

"It's worth it, how you treated your wife in the past, now the retribution has come."

Tran Tu Ngang stood up and shouted at the crowd: "What are you looking at? Get out of here!" No one paid attention. He wandered the streets all day, and finally called me. I picked up the phone.

“To Van… I beg you… let me meet Doa Doa once…”

“No way.”

“I have nothing left… I only have her…”

"Doo Doa doesn't need a father who cheats, disperses his assets, and even hires someone to threaten his mother."

“To Van… I really know I was wrong…”

"You've said this too many times. I don't believe it."

“So what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to disappear from my life and my daughter's.”

The other side was silent for a long time.

“…Okay. I agree.”

I hung up. Chu Tinh asked: "Does he really agree?"

"I don't believe it. People like him... don't let go that easily."

Three days later, he appeared again under my house, knelt down, screaming: "To Van, please... let me see you once..." I didn't pay attention. He knelt all night, and the next morning he fainted. A passerby called an ambulance to take him away. The news is always up.

"The former director had an affair, was divorced with nothing, knelt down and asked to see his child and then fainted in the middle of the street."

Comments are full of curses.

“Deserve it!”

“If you knew that early, why did you do it in the first place?”

“Poor wife and baby.”

I turned off the news, hugged Doa Doa in my arms: "Doo Doa, mom will protect you, forever." She wrapped her arms around my neck: "Mom... don't I need dad anymore?"

“Do Do Doa want dad?”

She thought for a moment, then shook her head: "Dad doesn't play with me, and even scolds mom... I don't like dad anymore." I gently kissed my child's cheek. Good child. Second trial, verdict. The courtroom was filled with people, even reporters were present. Tran Tu Ngang sat in the defendant's chair, with stubble and deep eye sockets, completely different from his appearance a month ago. He didn't dare look at me. The judge read the verdict.