Chapter 12 — Her Road Is Still Long

Forehead pressed close to the tile floor. Don't dare raise your head. The maternal grandmother threw the confession down in front of her.

“Is the fingerprint on it yours?”

Bich Dao trembled more intensely. She raised her head. Glanced at Chu Uyen Nhu. Chu Uyen Nhu stood next to the table. Her face is even whiter than Bich Dao's. Lips pressed tightly into a straight line. His eyes were filled with warning.

“Slave…slave…”

“Tell the truth.” Tham Quy Bach spoke up.

His voice is not loud. But everyone in the hall heard it clearly. Bich Dao's whole body trembled. His forehead hit the tile floor again.

“It was the slave who gave the medicine.”

The voice was so small it sounded like a mosquito buzzing.

“The medicine was ordered by Miss Chu to buy her servant.”

"Miss Zhou said that as long as she helps the young lady into the Eldest Young Master's room, the next morning the impresario will have no choice but to marry the 'coward' to the Eldest Young Master."

“After that, the entire Tham residence will belong to Miss Chu…”

“Suck blood and spray people!”

Chu Uyen Nhu's voice suddenly became so shrill that she was lost.

“You talk nonsense!”

“Who sent you to slander me…”

“This slave doesn't talk nonsense!”

Bich Dao suddenly raised her head. While crying, he pointed his finger at her.

“The medicine is what the servant told the servant to buy.”

“Silver is also given to slaves.”

“He also said that after the matter is successful, he will ask for a slave to come and serve by his side.”

"He also rewarded the slave with a golden brooch..."

“That golden brooch is still in the slave's chest…”

Chu Uyen Nhu reached out to grab the wine cup on the table...as if she wanted to throw it at Bich Dao. But Thi Chu reacted extremely quickly. Immediately hold her arm tightly. The scene was completely chaotic. Chu Uyen Nhu cried. Bich Dao also cried. Thi Chu coaxed Chu Uyen Nhu while glaring at me. The other relatives looked at each other, each not knowing how to react. The maternal grandmother sat in the chairing position. His face was pale. From beginning to end, not a word was said. Tham Thanh Tu stood up. He looked at Bich Dao. The voice was so cold it was like broken pieces of ice.

“Three months ago, was it you who helped Cam Thu into my hospital?”

“Yes... yes... it's the slave... Miss Zhou told the slave..."

He interrupted her. Then he turned his head to look at Chu Uyen Nhu. That look... I had seen it in my previous life. That's disgust. Pure disgust. Not at all hidden. In his previous life, the person he used those eyes to look at was me. Finally, it was Chu Uyen Nhu's turn. Seeing him look like that, Chu Uyen Nhu unconsciously took half a step back.

"Brother Thanh Tu... listen to my explanation..."

“No need.”

He withdrew his gaze. Then he turned around to face his maternal grandmother, bowed down and bowed.

“The truth of the matter is clear.”

“This incident was caused by Chu Uyen Nhu.”

“It has nothing to do with Cam Thu.”

“Please return Cam Thu's innocence.”

My maternal grandmother looked at me, and a trace of genuine guilt finally appeared in her eyes. She slowly opened her mouth.

“Lately, I have suffered too much resentment.”

I bowed slightly and bowed:

"Cam Thu does not dare to say that he is suffering from resentment."

“Just ask my great-grandmother for one thing.”

“You say it.”

“Please let me return to Trang Thanh Tuyen.”

“In the future, I want to rely on my own skills to make a living.”

“Do not rely on anyone's identity.”

“Nor rely on anyone's grace.”

Grandmother silent for a long time. Then she nodded slightly. Chu Uyen Nhu was dragged away by Chu Thi. Before leaving the hall, she turned her head to look at me. The hatred in those eyes was so thick that it almost dripped into drops. But I don't care anymore. Tham Thanh Tu stood waiting for me in the hallway. When I walked out of the main hall, he was standing next to the cassia tree. The moonlight fell on his white clothes, as if covering him with a layer of cold dew. Seeing me leave, his lips moved slightly. It seemed like he was considering what to say. I stop walking.

“That time.”

“It was me who was wrong.”

I look at him. In my previous life, I waited for this sentence for twenty years. Waiting until death is not possible. Now he finally said it. But when we heard it with our own ears, there was not a single wave in our hearts. Like a cup of cold tea. Even if you add hot water.