Chapter 3 — Butterfly Stealing Sunset

But before his fingertips even touched it, he was kicked to the ground by a huge force. On's father's eyes were bloodshot, completely losing his reason. He completely exploded. He conveniently grabbed the iron pillar that was used to maintain order next to him and madly slammed it down on Quy Dien's body. Over and over again, "I hate you! You animal!" "Give me back my daughter's life!" Quy Dien did not dodge, willingly letting him beat her. Pain spread throughout his body, his head was torn open, blood flowed along his temple, blurring his vision. But all of this is not even a thousandth of the pain in his heart. Quy Dien's parents heard the news and rushed to the scene. Seeing her son being beaten until his head was bleeding, Quy's mother screamed in pain. "Stop! Are you crazy?" She rushed forward to pull On's father away, but On's father pushed him aside. Quy's father picked up his wife, still pretending to be superior, and spoke with a calm face: "On, if there's anything, calmly talk." "The dead can't come back to life, don't ruin the harmony between the two families because of a dead person." "Crap!" A sharp slap fiercely landed on Quy's father's face. Quy's father hugged his face, looking at him in disbelief, his face was red. "On Khuong! Damn, have you gone crazy?" I don't know when On's mother woke up. She was supported by someone else, her face was as white as paper, but her eyes were gloomy, filled with hatred. "Harmony?" She spoke in a hoarse voice, laughing, tears falling. "From today onwards, my Wen family and your Quy family are inseparable!" "Withdraw capital, destroy, no matter the cost, no end!" Her words rang out strongly, her voice was hoarse, each word was filled with hatred. The body was carefully loaded into the car by the police, preparing to be transported to the forensic center for the next step of examination. Quy Dien struggled to get up from the ground, frantically chasing after her. "Don't take her away!" "Give her back to me!" He was forcibly stopped by several police officers. "Sir, please calm down. You are the person involved in the case, you are not allowed to come into contact with evidence." That night, it was pouring rain outside. Quy Dien knelt in front of the tightly closed door of the forensic center. He used force to slam his head over and over again. Not long after, his forehead was torn open, fresh blood mixed with rainwater flowing down. He cannot feel pain. He just repeated the action over and over again, atoning for his sins. Two policemen passed by and sighed. "What did you do before that you regret now?" "Sigh, I see he's grown up. What's the use of kowtowing now, the dead can't come back to life." The On family's car drove up and stopped in front of the door. On's father got out of the car and went upstairs. He didn't even look at Quy Dien once and went straight inside. Quy Dien crawled forward and grabbed his pant leg. Due to psychological trauma and extreme stimulation, he temporarily lost the ability to speak. He couldn't make a sound, he could only make hoarse screams in his throat, using his mouth to beg him to let him in and look at On Thi Tue one last time. On's father stopped walking, bowed his head, and looked down at him from above, his eyes completely still. He received a set of clothes from the bodyguard. Those were Quy Dien's clothes. 6The day I died, Quy Dien himself told me to bring him clothes, using the excuse of the cold weather. As a result, I was dragged and forced into the tool room by him. On's father took the clothes and threw them fiercely in Quy Dien's face. "Get out." "Take your dirty things and get out." Quy Dien hugged the cold clothes tightly but refused to leave. He continued to pound his head until his forehead bone seemed about to crack. Blood loss, high fever, plus great mental shock. In the end he couldn't resist

again, completely fainted. As soon as the assistant ran over, he forcibly pulled him into the car and took him to the hospital. The next day. On the hospital bed, Quy Dien woke up pale. The ceiling is blindingly white. The smell of disinfectant filled the nasal cavity. As soon as he opened his eyes, the phone on the bedside rang. That was the police phone. "Mr. Quy, the autopsy results of On Thi Tue and the investigation of the scene have reached preliminary conclusions." "Please come to the police station immediately to coordinate the investigation." Hearing the three words "On Thi Tue", Quy Dien's body suddenly trembled. He didn't pay attention to the nurse's objections and directly pulled out the IV needle on the back of his hand. Blood immediately gushed out. He didn't even look once, even knocked over the infusion stand next to him, and stumbled out of the hospital room. In the interrogation room of the police station, the atmosphere was extremely heavy. The police broadcast on the screen a video that had just been recovered overnight by the technical department from the school's surveillance center. It's a camera monitoring the tool room hallway. In the image, as he roughly pushed me inside the door, a small white object fell out of my pocket and onto the ground outside the door. That's my asthma inhaler. The medicine saved my life. Quy Dien's breath stopped in that moment.