Chapter 10 — Hundred Million in Exchange for Freedom

“Wait —” He raised his hand to block the door.

“How did you find your way here?”

“I sent someone to investigate.”

Wow. Divorced and still investigating my whereabouts.

“What's the matter?” I don't give way.

His eyes lost control and moved down, falling on my stomach. It's been 6 months and I can't hide it anymore wearing a baggy house t-shirt. Very loud. Much bigger than a normal 6 month pregnant woman. Because there are three children. He doesn't know. But his eyebrows were furrowed.

“Your belly… why is it so big?”

“Eat a lot.” My face did not change color.

His eyes seemed to be pinned to my stomach, not moving. That look made me a little uncomfortable.

“To Duong,” he raised his head to look at me, “How many children are you pregnant with?”

There was a "thump" in my heart. The outside is still as strong as a mountain.

“Just one child.”

“No way.” He took a step forward, "I've seen women who are 6 months pregnant, and there's no one as big as you."

Hey. It seems that Mr. Tran has been supplementing a lot of maternity knowledge lately. Was Lam Tu Vien pregnant so he taught him? Or did he go online and look it up himself? I leaned against the doorframe, with a lazy posture: "Tran Dien, we're divorced. What does the size of my belly have to do with you?"

“The baby is mine.”

“The baby belongs to me. The agreement is clearly written.”

“I have the right to know —”

“I don't have it.”

I looked straight into his eyes and said every word: "You. No. Yes."

"Before, you said the baby was a burden, you didn't need it. I asked you if you were sure, you said sure. The paper was black and white, you signed it. Now come ask me how many children I'm pregnant with? Tran Dien, do you think the whole world has to revolve around you? When you need it, it's there, when you don't need it, it's thrown away?"

His face turned white for a moment. Lips moved, speechless. I looked at his expression and felt an unspeakable joy in my heart.

“Go away.” I took a step back, preparing to close the door, "Don't come again. Come again and I'll call the police."

“To Duong!”

His hand clenched the edge of the door, his joints turning white.

“If it's twins... or more... how can you take care of it alone?”

“Use the money instead.”

He was stunned. I laughed: "I gave you 100 million yuan, Mr. Tran, have you forgotten?" Then I used force to push the door shut, "click" and lock the safety latch. It was silent outside for a long time. It was so long that I thought he was gone. Then, I heard a low, almost mumbled sentence ——

“Sorry.”

A door away, the sound was very light, like talking to yourself. I stood in the mysterious entrance, wearing slippers on my toes, staring at the white door. Do not open. No response. About three minutes later, footsteps were heard in the hallway, fading away. He's gone. I returned to the sofa, picked up the iPad, and continued to research the design plan for the baby's room. Three cribs, what would be a beautiful arrangement? Fan-shaped? Or line up? Probably have to buy one that can be put together. Later, when he grew up, he also converted it into a children's bed. Phone vibrates. Ha Lo's message: "Today I bought you a pregnancy pillow! Great! Tomorrow delivery!" I replied back with a heart drop. Days passed peacefully. Having money is really nice. 【Chapter 9】 Things took a turn in the 7th month. That day I was practicing yoga at home — yoga for pregnant women, the kind that gently stretches the tendons and bones. Three The babies are crowded together and take up too much space, my waist gets tired every day. The phone rang. Strange number. Now I have developed a conditioned reflex towards strange numbers - last time Luu Thuy Lan, the last time Lam Tu Vien, both used strange numbers. Hesitating a bit, I still answered the phone.

"May I ask, is this Ms. To Duong?"

A strange male voice. Young, polite, with professional courtesy.

“It's me.”