Chapter 8 — Don't Touch My Limits

Cao Trung Dan flipped through the documents page by page, his hands trembled more and more violently, his face became more and more unsightly, until finally he suddenly threw the stack of papers down on the coffee table, making a resounding "thump" sound. He turned his head and looked at Truong Nguyet Cam who was sitting on the ground, still crying, his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, his whole body was shaking, word by word he pressed out:

“Mom, is this… true?”

Truong Nguyet Cam raised her head, looked at her son's angry face, was so scared that she shrank back and stammered:

"Trung Dan... listen to my explanation... it's not what you think..."

"It's not what I thought? So what?!"

Cao Trung Dan suddenly roared, his voice almost breaking.

"My father left more than two million as an inheritance. My mother didn't give me a penny and gave it all to Gao Xiaojuan? She lied to me for five years! She said she didn't have a penny left! She complained of being poor every day, asking me for money! The money I gave her... she also gave it all to him, right?!"

“I… I just love Hieu Quyen…”

Truong Nguyet Cam cried as she spoke.

"She's a girl, she marries a bad husband, lives miserable, I'm an older brother, conditions are better, help her a little... isn't that the right thing to do..."

“Should we do it?!”

Cao Trung Dan burst out laughing, laughing until his eyes turned red.

"I am his brother, not his father! Based on what, I have to give all the inheritance my father left me, give it all to him? Based on what, I have to work hard, save every penny, to raise him? Mom, I ask you, am I your biological son? Have you ever considered me a son?!"

“Of course you are my biological child!”

Truong Nguyet Cam screamed.

"But I'm your brother! I have a stable job, a house, a wife, and a good life! Hieu Quyen is not like me, he doesn't have a job, his husband is also useless, he's miserable! If Mom doesn't help him, who will?!"

“It suffers because it chooses it!”

Cao Trung Dan roared.

"He got married and refused to work. He sat idle all day. He only knew how to ask for money from his mother's house, from his siblings! It's all because of his mother pampering him! Mom gave him all of his father's inheritance, and the money I gave her, she also gave it all to him. Do you think you're helping him? You're harming him!"

"I don't care! She is my daughter! If I don't love her, who will?!"

Truong Nguyet Cam also ignored everything and shouted back.

"Even if I give him all the money? It's the joint property of me and his father! I can give it to anyone I want, you have no right to control it!"

“I have no control?!”

Cao Trung Dan was so angry that he was shaking.

"That is my father's inheritance! I have the right to inheritance! Mom secretly transferred all assets to Gao Xiaojuan, without my consent, which is a violation of the law! I can sue mom! Sue Gao Xiaojuan too! Reclaim everything that belongs to me!"

Hearing that, Truong Nguyet Cam immediately collapsed and started crying again:

"Trung Dan, I'm your mother! How can you sue me? If I sue, what face will you have in the future? How will our neighbors and relatives look at us? Are you willing to let me lose all face?"

“Are you afraid now?”

I looked at her, my voice cold.

"When you secretly transferred assets, why didn't you think about today? When you stole my things to give to your daughter, why didn't you think about today? Truong Nguyet Cam, you fell into this situation... you brought it on yourself."

At that moment— The door was banged loudly, accompanied by a shrill female voice:

“Mom! Why did you call me over? Me I'm still looking after my child at home!”

Gao Xiaojuan... is here. Hearing Cao Hieu Quyen's voice, Cao Trung Dan's anger immediately rose to the top of his head. He quickly walked over and yanked open the door. Cao Hieu Quyen stood at the door, carrying a bag, his face full of discomfort. As soon as she raised her head, she saw Cao Trung Dan's red eyes, saw Truong Nguyet Cam sitting on the ground crying, and saw me sitting on the sofa with a cold face... She was immediately stunned. The expression on his face stiffened.

“You… what's going on?”

She unconsciously took a step back, her eyes avoided, not daring to look directly at Cao Trung Dan.

“What happened?!”

Cao Trung Dan grabbed her hand, pulled her inside, slammed the door, pointed at the stack of documents on the table, and shouted:

“Gao Xiaojuan! I ask you! The dormitory house, the house in Hoa Vien Anh Duong, the kiosk on Van Hoa street... are all of them her mother taking money from her father's inheritance for her? Have you known for a long time? Hiding from me for five years?!”

Cao Hieu Quyen's face immediately turned pale, his eyes panicked, and he stammered:

“I… it's not… I heard you explain… it's not what you think…”

“Not what I thought? So what is it?”

Cao Trung Dan threw the stack of documents straight at her face, his voice almost roaring.

“The evidence is all here! White on black paper! Every line is clear! What else do you have to explain? I asked you, is that right?!”

Gao Hieu Quyen looked at the pile of papers scattered on the ground, then glanced at his mother who was sitting on the ground crying. Knowing that this matter could no longer be hidden, she definitely stopped pretending and greeted her and said:

“Yes! So what? It was my mother who volunteered for me! I'm not going to rob!”

“Voluntarily for you?”