Chapter 13 — Hundred Million in Exchange for Freedom

I held the phone and swiped down. The information leaked out was quite small - a blogger posted a photo of Lam Tu Vien in the middle of the night removing luggage from Tran Dien's villa, using 3 trucks. People familiar with the matter revealed that the two had a big argument over a financial dispute, and Lam Tu Vien broke a piece of wall hanging decorative paintings. Some people say that the reason is because Tran Dien refused to invest 50 million yuan in Lam Tu Vien's company before getting married. I put down the phone and leaned back on the pillow. “Huh.” Ha Lo was curious: "Is that your reaction? What does 'Huh' mean?"

"So what? It has nothing to do with me."

“Why is it not relevant!” Ha Lo sat down on the edge of the bed, eyes shining, "Think about it - he and Lam Tu Vien broke up, they will definitely come back to find you!"

“Why are you looking for me?”

“Reunited!”

I glanced at her. The "What the hell are you thinking" look in his eyes.

“Ha Lo.”

“Huh?”

“Do you think I'm crazy?”

She froze, then smacked her mouth: "Yes, I'm confused. You're never coming back."

“Never.”

I rubbed my belly, the children were lying still, probably sleeping.

"Who he is with, who he breaks up with, has nothing to do with me. I only care about one thing right now."

“What?”

“Are the prenatal check-up indicators okay next week, and will the three babies be born safely?”

Ha Lo's expression softened. She held my hand: "It will be okay. You will definitely be safe." I smiled: “Yes.” The phone lights up again. Reminder message to schedule next appointment from doctor. I pressed confirm. Everything is on track. I don't need Tran Dien. No need for Luu Thuy Lan. No need for Lam Tu Vien. No need for that old cold world of 3,000 yuan a month. I have myself. There are three children. There are 100 million yuan. That's more than enough. 【Chapter 11】 Week 36. The doctor said that this week's triplets are considered full term and can be scheduled for a proactive surgery. The surgery was scheduled for Thursday morning. Ha Lo asked for a week off to focus on being with me. The nanny is also ready to take position. The night before surgery, I couldn't sleep. Not stress. It's excitement. While rubbing the belly containing three crowded children, imagine how they will look when they are born - Will they look more like me? Or like Tran Dien? Regardless, everyone is beautiful. At 3 am, I fell asleep. Early the next morning, when I was woken up by the nurse, the sky outside the window had just begun to dawn. Ha Lo was standing outside the hospital room, wearing a sterile cap tilted to one side, holding a camera in her hand to take a quick photo.

“Are you ready, great mother!” She raised her hand in a V sign.

When I was pushed into the operating room, a noise suddenly rang out at the end of the hallway. The nurses are stopping someone.

“Sir, you cannot come in —”

“I am the father!”

That voice. Dull, urgent. It's Tran Dien. From the operating bed, I tilted my head to look through the slightly open door and saw him standing in the hallway. Not even wearing a vest, just wearing a black sweatshirt, hair messy, like he just rushed over when he received the news. How does he know? About my surgery today, besides Ha Lo and the doctor, no one... Ah. He still has people following me. That's for sure.

“To Duong!” He shouted from outside.

I closed my eyes. Say to the anesthesiologist next to you: "Please doctor, let's start." The anesthesiologist looked at the chaos outside the door, then looked at me, hesitantly: “That man —”

“It has nothing to do with me.” I replied, "He's not my husband. My emergency contact is Ha Lo, the girl standing outside the door."

The doctor nodded and began the operation. When the anesthetic takes effect, the lower half of the body gradually loses feeling. I heard the operating room door slam shut. Outside sounds are completely isolated. The world is quiet. I stared at the operating light on the ceiling, the corners of my lips curled up. *Sweetheart. Mom is here to pick you up.*