Chapter 16 — Husband Gives Up My VIP Delivery Room To His First Love

"Luu Huy proactively contacted me and said he was ready to sign a divorce agreement."

"But he asked Ms. On to withdraw the police report and not continue to prosecute the signature forgery."

I put down my chopsticks.

“Are the inspection results out yet?”

The lawyer shook his head.

"Not yet."

“But Lam Tu Tu suddenly agreeing was so unexpected.”

“It seems there was a problem between them.”

Trieu Lam thought for a moment then said:

“Lam Tu Tu texted me this morning.”

“Ask that…”

“If a man refuses to buy milk for his child…”

“Does that prove he doesn't love the baby?”

Duong Duyet laughed out loud.

“Luu Huy is out of money.”

“Love is also weaned.”

The lawyer continued:

“There's one more thing.”

“Lin Si Si posted online photos of some of the money transfers Liu Hui sent her.”

“Insinuating that I was the one who was deceived.”

"Saying that Luu Huy once promised to divorce her to marry her."

"So she can safely give birth to the baby."

My mother frowned slightly.

“She wants to make herself a victim.”

I calmly said:

“Just let her post.”

Duong Duyet looked at me.

“What are you waiting for again?”

I picked up the phone. Open Lam Tu Tu's account. She posted a very long post. Words full of self-pity. She said that after her husband died, Luu Huy took care of her, so she mistakenly thought she had met true love. She never mentioned that the delivery room was mine. Nor did I mention that the nurse was mine. Just say that Luu Huy promised to arrange everything. The comments section has begun to have people sympathizing with her.

“The widow who was deceived is really pitiful.”

“It's the scum men who deserve to die, both women are victims.”

Duong Duyet angrily scolded:

“She is a victim?”

"When you were sitting in your delivery room drinking bird's nest, why didn't you feel like you were a victim?"

I opened a video. This is a video recorded by Trieu Lam's camera a month before the party. In the video, Lam Tu Tu is standing in front of the mirror trying on formal dresses, smiling and asking Luu Huy:

“Is Ms. Niem angry to death?”

Luu Huy replied:

“She doesn't dare come.”

Lam Tu Tu gently stroked the hem of her dress.

“I want to invite her even more.”

"I want her to see with her own eyes... who do you love more?"

I forwarded the video to the lawyer.

“Send a legal request letter.”

“Ask her to publicly apologize and refund the entire amount.”

“Since you like writing such a miserable story... let her write it in full.”

Arrive in the afternoon. DNA testing results are available. He is Luu Huy's son. As soon as Duong Duyet saw the results, he slammed it on the table.

“The Liu family already has a grandchild.”

“But I lost my job.”

“I lost all my face.”

Right after that, Luu Huy called. I picked up the phone. His voice was as hoarse as if it had been sandpapered.

“Have you... seen the results?”

“The baby is yours.”

“You have to be responsible.”

“Nien Niem, I know this hurts you a lot.”

“But Duong Duong is also my daughter.”

“I cannot take away your rights as a father.”

I almost burst out laughing.

“Are you going to be a father to two children at the same time?”

“I will try to balance.”

Duong Duyet sat next to him and made a nauseating motion.

“Does Lam Tu Tu know what you said?”

He was silent. I calmly said:

“I think... you should balance the money for milk first.”

Luu Huy's voice immediately lowered.

“You have been suspended from work.”

“Salaries are also temporarily suspended.”

“The Fourth Party Tu, the baby also needs money.”

“Your mother is not well.”

“Nien Niem... can you lend me some money first?”

Everyone in the living room looked towards the phone. Duong Duyet said softly:

“He really dares to open his mouth.”

“How much to borrow?”

Luu Huy seemed to see hope.

“Fifty thousand yuan.”

"I'll pay you when I get back to work."

“Effect?”

“Money for milk for the baby... plus money for my mother's medical treatment.”

“I asked again.”

He fell silent again. I hung up. Duong Duyet asked:

“Why don't you scold him?”

“He'll call back.”

Less than half a minute later, the phone rang again. This time I turned on recording. Luu Huy was impatient.

“Don't be so cruel.”

“Tu Tu's son is also Duong Duong's younger brother.”

“Who recognizes it?”

“The blood relationship is still there.”

“Then let it have your last name.”

“It has nothing to do with my daughter.”

Luu Huy tried to suppress his anger.

“Do I have to make such a clear distinction?”

“My daughter... has no obligation to help anyone be poor.”

That recording... That night appeared right under Lam Tu Tu's account. It's not me who posted it. It was Duong Duyet who used his secondary account to comment:

“Sisters, your true love is borrowing money from your ex-wife to buy milk for your son.”

Half an hour later. Lam Tu Tu deleted the long post. An hour later. The video of her holding her child and crying under the Luu family's apartment complex was recorded by neighbors and posted online. In the video. Vuong Que Lan scolded and pointed his finger:

“You have no shame.”

“You hurt my son and I lost my job.”

“Do you still want to step foot into the Liu family?”

“Dream.”

Lam Tu Tu also immediately scolded back:

“Before, you begged me to give birth to a son... you didn't say anything like that.”

The comments section absolutely exploded. I held Duong Duong in my arms, quietly watching the sky outside the window gradually fade into darkness. Duong Duyet sat next to me. Rarely is there silence for a moment.

“Nem Niem.”

“Are you still sad?”

I lowered my head to look at my daughter.