Chapter 15 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

She looked at them, without any ripples in her heart, only feeling extremely ridiculous.

“Mo Tuyet.” Tham Bach Chu looked at her, his eyes were red with blood, "This glass belongs to you, don't call the police."

Tham Bach Chu's voice was weak as if it was about to disappear into thin air. After saying this, he suddenly put his hands on his chest, a series of coughs broke out, tearing his intestines and tearing his liver. Trinh Van Chieu quickly pulled out a napkin from her bag and gave it to him. She stroked his back while looking at Han Mo Tuyet with red eyes.

"Sister-in-law, Mr. Bach Chu is already seriously ill, do you have to be so cruel?"

The voice of her "sister-in-law" rang out with so much plaintiveness. Combined with that pitiful expression, Han Mo Tuyet turned into a shameless, evil stepmother. The onlookers, not knowing what was going on, immediately whispered and discussed.

“How can this woman be so evil, her husband is so sick and yet she still goes out and flirts outside.”

"That's right, he looks gentle but his heart is so hard."

Luu Que Phuong saw his son coming and immediately found support. She rushed forward and hugged Tham Bach Chu's arm, crying bitterly.

"Son! Look at this cruel woman! Not only does she swindle your money, but she also conspires with outsiders to bully me!"

Tham Bach Chu frowned and pushed Luu Que Phuong's hand away. He dismissed Trinh Van Chieu's help and slowly walked towards Han Mo Tuyet, step by step. His eyes swept past her, stopping on Giang Du Bach standing behind her. That look suddenly became extremely sinister, like a poisonous snake holding its prey.

“Who is he?”

Han Mo Tuyet stood in front of Giang Du Bach and looked at him coldly.

"What does it have to do with you who he is? Tham Bach Chu, you don't worry about flying your cargo flights, why go all the way to Dali to get crazy?"

Tham Bach Chu stared at her, suddenly showing a miserable smile.

“I can't fly anymore.”

He slowly opened the tissue paper he had just used to cover his mouth when he coughed out. A dazzling red color hit everyone's eyes. The crowd let out a cry of shock.

“Stomach bleeding, final stage.” He looked at her, his voice carrying a desperate calm.

“The doctor said, I have at most half a year to live.”

Her pupils shrank slightly. Even though she had long since exhausted her feelings for him, when she heard the bad news, her subconscious still felt a bit sudden. Anyway, the man who was once so radiant in the sky was now like a pile of squishy mud standing in front of her.

“Mr. Bach Chu!” Trinh Van Chieu was beside her sobbing at just the right moment.

And Luu Que Phuong's eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot. Trinh Van Chieu frantically supported her with his arms and legs. Tham Bach Chu did not bother to care about them. He just stared at Han Mo Tuyet, longing to find a trace of sadness or discouragement on her face. But she just felt tired and exhausted.

“And then what?” She looked at him.

Tham Bach Chu paused.

"You ran to my homestay, showing your death notice. Did you want me to put you on the altar as a martyr, or did you want to incite the whole street to condemn me for being cold-blooded and heartless?"

“I didn't…” He frantically wanted to explain.

"Tham Bach Chu, we have broken up. Your life, your illness, your death, since the day you gave that ticket to Trinh Van Chieu, no longer has anything to do with me.”

She turned away, tilting her chin toward Nam Chi.

“Report to the police. Intentional destruction of personal property, no matter who comes to plead guilty, today's matter must be brought to justice."

Nam Chi immediately took out his phone and dialed the emergency number. The light in Tham Bach Chu's eyes disappeared. It was as if a light had been completely extinguished. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Han Mo Tuyet's wrist. His hand was as cold as ice, but his strength was amazingly strong.