Chapter 11 — I Can't Be Patient Anymore

"The assets are in your name, your pension, your house. Sell whatever you want, keep whatever you want. If you voluntarily pay for it, that's your business. But legally, the person who is responsible... is her."

“That's my mother!”

Chu Minh roared, his voice hoarse.

“Can you stand by and watch her die?!”

“Then pay together.”

I said, without any hesitation.

"30,000,000 yuan, not a single penny is missing. How to pay is up to you."

“Lin Uyen Thanh!”

Chu Minh held my arm tightly.

"Do I have to be so unfaithful?! After three years of being married, have you not treated me well?! My mother was wrong, but does she deserve to die?! I must have to push her into a corner to please her?!"

I looked at his hand. The hand that once held my hand said it would protect me for the rest of my life. Now use force to hold me back.

“Chu Minh.”

I gently withdrew my hand.

"When your mother broke my mother's portrait, where were you? You told me to give up."

"Where were you when she broke into my house? You told me not to make a big deal out of it."

"Where were you when she stole the vase? You said you were family."

“Now she broke 30,000,000 yuan, and you want me to soften my heart, want me to forgive, want me not to be cruel.”

"So I ask you, if today it was my mother who broke your mother's belongings, worth 30,000,000 yuan, would you forgive? Would you say that you should leave because we are family? Would you stop your mother from reporting to the police and not prosecute her?"

Chu Minh did not speak. He let go.

“See, you can't do it.”

I smiled softly.

"Because that's your mother. And my mother... is dead. Dead people deserve to be trampled on, right?"

“I didn't mean that…”

His voice softened.

“So what do you mean?”

I looked straight.

"Chu Minh, how much I have endured in the past three years, you know best. I understand that you are busy and do not let you worry about family matters. I understand that your mother is difficult, every time she comes, she takes care of her attentively. I understand that your sister has no job, and I also pay for her child's school fees."

“I sympathized with everyone.”

“But has anyone ever sympathized with me?”

"My mother passed away, your mother said her burden was finally lightened, so I endured it."

"I don't want to have children yet. Your mother forced me to give birth to a grandson. Otherwise, I'll divorce. I can't bear it."

"I worked late at night. Your mother said that women who come home late are useless. I endured it."

“I fasted for three years.”

“Hold on until my mother's portrait breaks.”

“Hold on until your relics break too.”

“And you still want me to hold on.”

“Chu Minh, I'm not the dog you raised.”

“I have a heart.”

“I know pain.”

I finished speaking. Turn around.

“Uyen Thanh!”

Chu Minh called from behind. I'm not going back. The night wind blew across my face, cold, but it made me more alert than ever. I walked to the car, opened the door, sat down, closed it. I just really burst into tears. Lean over the steering wheel. Crying until exhaustion. Cry for the broken photo. Cry for the broken vase. Crying for three years of marriage. Cry for yourself. I raised my head. Wipe away tears. Turn on the phone. Dozens of missed calls. Hundreds of messages. Colleague. Relatives. Even strange numbers. I don't answer to anyone. Only open the assistant's chat box.

“Are you on hot search yet?”

"Okay, boss. Top 3: #Mother-in-LawBreaksAntiqueThings30Million#, the discussion is very high. Do we need to control it?"

"No need. Just let it spread."

"Yes. In addition, lawyer Truong has sent the civil prosecution petition via email."

"Okay, I'll see later.”

"Also, Mr. Chu Minh's company leader just called to ask about the situation. I said the boss is handling personal matters."

“His leader?”

I thought a bit.

“Send me the number.”

“There are things… we should let them know.”

I turned off the computer. Look out the window. Giang Thanh is still brilliant. The lights were on like nothing had ever happened. But I know. Some things are already broken. Cannot be reassembled. Like that vase. Like these three years of marriage. I started the car. Drive into the night. In the rearview mirror. In front of the police station gate. Chu Minh was still supporting his mother standing there. The two of them were like two statues of despair. But I didn't turn back. Neither.