Chapter 10 — Eating a piece of sea cucumber, I sent my husband's family out the door

Half an hour later. Tieu Ngai returned.

“General Manager Lam.”

“It's been looked up.”

“The posting IP address comes from Tran Kieu's school.”

I nodded slightly.

"I know."

“Contact the legal department.”

“Preparing to sue.”

Tieu Ngai was a little worried.

“But General Director Lam, the current public opinion is too great.”

"Even if we sue, I'm afraid it won't be enough to save the company's image."

I thought for a moment.

“Post all the surveillance videos in the lobby.”

“Along with the video of Tran Hao threatening me with a knife.”

“Post it all online.”

Tieu Ngai was stunned.

“Posted... the whole thing?”

“Don't cover your face.”

“Original post.”

I want everyone to see clearly. In the end, who is the victim? Less than an hour after the video was made public. The wind direction on the internet is completely reversed. The people from before even scolded me. Immediately turned to criticize the Tran family.

“This man used a knife to threaten his wife!”

“Too scary!”

“This mother-in-law is really unreasonable.”

"It's clear that her son abused his wife, yet he still turned around and slandered her."

“Support General Director Lam to protect his rights!”

“This whole family really deserves to be punished.”

Public opinion reversed. Not only is the company's image unaffected. On the contrary, it received a lot of sympathy. Everyone appreciated my decisive approach. Afternoon. Tham Thanh called.

“General Manager Lam.”

“I have some bad news.”

I frowned slightly.

“What?”

“Tran Hao...”

“Committed suicide in the detention center.”

My hand holding the phone stopped in mid-air.

“What did you say?”

“Not dead yet.”

“Discovered in time by the warden.”

“Currently in the hospital emergency room.”

Tham Thanh's voice was still calm as usual.

“But Vuong Thuy Phan and Tran Kieu brought reporters to the hospital.”

“They said that it was you who forced Tran Hao to this point.”

I took a deep breath.

"I know."

After hanging up. I stood up. Go to the ground-level glass door. Look at the busy traffic below. Do you think you can threaten me with death? You underestimate me. I took my coat. Go straight out. Go to the hospital. I want to see it with my own eyes. This play... How are they going to continue performing it? When I arrived. The hallway was filled with people. Three people carried cameras. Two people holding microphones. With a few bloggers broadcasting live on their phones. Vuong Thuy Phan sat on a chair in front of the emergency room door. Cry until your voice is hoarse. Just saw me. She immediately rushed forward like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

“Do you still dare to come here?”

“Look what you forced my son into!”

All lenses immediately pointed towards me. I didn't speak up. Tran Kieu held the phone close to my face.

“Everyone, look clearly!”

“This is the woman who forced my brother to death!”

I looked at the live broadcast screen. The number of viewers has exceeded 100,000 people. I took a deep breath.

“Tran Kieu.”

“Put down the phone.”

“Why do I have to take it down?”

“I won't take it down.”

“So you just keep going.”

I turned around. Face the entire lens.

“Hello reporters.”

“Hello netizens.”

“I am Lam Nhuoc Van.”

“Founder of Tinh Than Technology Company.”

“Also Tran Hao's wife.”

“However, to be more precise, the wife is about to divorce kiss."

I pulled up my sleeve. Revealing the bruises that have not yet disappeared on her arms. Then tilt your face. Let your hand prints show clearly under the light.

“This was caused by my husband.”

“On the seventh day after marriage.”

“Just because I picked up a piece of sea cucumber during my meal.”

The flash flashes continuously.

“He held a switchblade and threatened me in the basement parking garage.”

“Said he would kill me.”

“All surveillance video has been turned over to the police.”

Vuong Thuy Phan's cries immediately choked up.

“He committed suicide in the detention center.”

“I'm so sorry.”

“But there is one thing I want to make clear.”

I looked straight into the lens. Every word.

“The abuser chooses to commit suicide.”

“It's not the victim's fault.”

“That is the consequence of their inability to face what they have done.”

The hallway was silent for a few seconds. A female reporter raised her microphone.

“What do you plan to do next?”

“Divorce according to law.”

“And seek responsibility according to the law.”

I turned around and walked towards the emergency room. Right at that moment. The room door opened. A doctor walked out.

"Where are the patient's family members?"

Vuong Thuy Phan immediately rushed forward.

“I'm his mother.”

“How is my son?”

The doctor took off his mask.

“The danger is past.”

“Just cut your wrists.”

“The wound is not deep.”

“A few stitches will do.”

He looked at me.

“But the results of the psychological evaluation showed that the patient showed signs of severe anxiety and depression.”

“We recommend continued treatment monitoring.”

Vuong Thuy Phan immediately grabbed my arm.

“Hear that?”

“You were the one who forced my son into depression!”

“You are responsible!”

I pushed her hand away.

“Mrs. Wang.”

“When your son beat his wife.”

“He doesn't seem to feel depressed.”

I turned around and left. Behind him, Vuong Thuy Phan's cursing sound could still be heard. Along with Tran Kieu's screams. But I never looked back. Go to the end of the hallway. Tham Thanh stepped forward.

“General Manager Lam.”

“I just received a document.”

“Maybe you should look.”