Chapter 7 — filial drama

In the end, Pho Thua Chau completely collapsed. He knelt before the small wooden table, crying like a child. But in this house there will never be anyone to wipe his tears again. No one will say anymore: "Thua Chau, don't cry, mom is here." In the evening, he came to find me. I'm packing up the things my mother-in-law left behind. The old canvas bag is still there. Inside were jars of pickles that had been soaked in rainwater, along with a handful of noodles that were soaked and then dried. At the bottom of the bag there is also a scarf that is only half woven. The color is very deep. It's the dark gray color that Fu Thua Chau usually wears. When he saw the towel, his legs went weak and he knelt down in front of me. "Khuong Ninh, you were wrong." "I really know I was wrong. Can you help me tell my mother, tell her not to blame me, okay?" I looked at him, only asking one question: "When she was in the pit calling your name, who were you protecting?" Pho Thua Chau's crying suddenly stopped. His lips trembled, unable to say a word. I placed the half-knitted scarf in front of him. "At the time of her death, she was still worried about whether you were cold or not." "But you criticized her for being dirty, criticized her for acting, criticized her for being troublesome." "Deputy Thua Chau, you don't deserve to ask her for forgiveness." He reached out to touch the scarf. But I was one step faster and took it back. "Don't touch it. This is what she left for her son." "Not for the person who killed her." Pho Thua Chau's whole body seemed to be knocked down by this sentence. He knelt on the ground, tears falling drop by drop. "Khuong Ninh, I have nothing left." "The company is gone, my mother is gone." "I really have nothing left." I looked at him, my heart unmoved. "You still have Vuong Vy Vy." He suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with pain and hatred. "Don't mention her!" Vuong Vy Vy quickly couldn't stand it anymore. After the police intervened, surveillance cameras, audio recordings, and witness statements were all presented to our eyes. She prevents saving people, intentionally kills people, sabotages funerals, insults the deceased, spreads rumors and slander. She also took advantage of the authority given to her by Deputy Thua Chau to mobilize security and management staff. At first, she thought she was just a "housekeeper". If something happens, Pho Thua Chau will stand up and defend. But when she was actually held responsible, she discovered that even Pho Thua Chau herself was difficult to protect. When she came to find Pho Thua Chau, she was in so much trouble that she no longer appeared human. No more elegant black dress, no more cocky and proud look. She cried and grabbed Pho Thua Chau's hand. "General Director Pho, please save me." "Didn't you say I understood you better than Khuong Ninh?" "Didn't you say I was the only one who didn't look down on you?" Pho Thua Chau looked at her, with only resentment in her eyes. "It's all because of you!" "If it weren't for you, my mother wouldn't have died." Vuong Vy Vy was stunned, then burst into laughter. "Fu Thua Chau, what are you pretending to do now?" "Without your consent, would I dare to be so arrogant?" "If I didn't have your back, would I dare to touch the coffin in the funeral home?" "Your mother died not because I was brave." "But because your heart is too cruel!" Pho Thua Chau's face twisted, he rushed forward and tried to hit her. But before the two people even touched each other, they were separated by the police. I stood not far away, coldly watching them dog bite dog. It's ridiculous. Before, one person was tall and noble, the other was arrogant and proud. One person said: “Her thoughts are my thoughts.” One person said: “Right now in this house I am the one who has the right to make decisions.” Now something happened, both just wanted to push the other into the abyss

deep. In the end, Vuong Vy Vy was prosecuted according to the law. Pho Thua Chau could not escape either. Khuong Thi conducted an internal investigation and filed a civil lawsuit against him. The story of him taking advantage of his position to transfer benefits was also investigated. Previously, everyone called him Deputy General Director. Now, when the news mentions him, there is only one sentence left: "The man came from a poor background, relied on his wife's family to change his life and then personally killed his own mother." On the day the divorce procedure was completed, Pho Thua Chau stopped me in front of the marriage registration office. He is much thinner than before. The eye sockets are deep and the beard is not cleanly shaved. Seeing me, he said hoarsely: "Khuong Ninh, I really have nothing left." I looked at him. Before, I really loved this man. I loved his enthusiastic, energetic appearance when he became famous at a young age. He used to love filial piety, which made his eyes turn red every time he mentioned his mother. I also loved it when he held my hand and said he would cherish me for the rest of his life. But later I understood. The more a person lacks something, the more he likes to act like he has it. Deputy Thua Chau has no conscience. That's why he's the best at playing the role of a filial son. He has no confidence. That's why he likes to show off his most noble appearance.