Chapter 4 — I rely on the sound of my heart to lie down and win

Pho Tri Du's face immediately turned pale. Pho Kinh Han's voice was cold and without any temperature.

“What is this?”

Tham Vi panicked.

“I... I use it to hold the brooch in place.”

Pho Kinh Han threw the needle on the table. The tip of the needle shined an unusually dark color.

“Fixing a brooch requires sedation for children?”

The old lady was stunned.

“What?”

Pho Kinh Han raised his eyes to look at the butler.

“Extract camera.”

Tham Vi immediately shook his head.

“No way!”

Her scream was too hasty. Everyone understands. Very quickly, the image appeared on the screen. Twelve minutes past three in the afternoon. Tham Vi walked into my room and put the bracelet on the dressing table. Then at the corner of the hallway, she held Pho Tri Du's arm tightly and used a needle to stab the boy. Pho Tri Du struggled, she covered his mouth. Video has no sound. But the child's shaking shoulders were more heartbreaking than any cry. Pho Kinh Han's face completely changed. The words of divorce I had prepared were stuck in my throat. Pho Tri Du stood next to me, his fingers cold. Suddenly I didn't want to act anymore. I took his hand.

“Does it hurt?”

Pho Tri Du bowed his head and did not speak. 【If it hurts, say it, you idiot. If you don't have anyone to back you, find me. Although I want to cheat you of lucky money, I can't stand the sight of others bullying children.】 Pho Tri Du's eye sockets immediately turned red. It jumped into my lap.

“Mom.”

That call made the faces of everyone in the living room change. Pho Kinh Han looked at us, his eyes darkening fearfully. Tham Vi still wants to justify.

"Kinh Han, I have my own suffering. I'm just too afraid of losing you..."

Pho Kinh Han suddenly strangled her. He forcefully threw her to the ground.

“When you touched my son, why weren't you afraid?”

Tham Vi lay prone on the ground, finally revealing a look of resentment.

“It deserves to die!”

“If it wasn't for that, you would have married me soon!”

As soon as the words ended, Pho Tri Du's heart trembled even more violently. Pho Kinh Han's eyes completely turned cold. At that moment, an old voice came from outside the door.

“Stop.”

The old lady stood up. And the person who walked in was Pho Kinh Han's father, who had not returned home for many years. Pho Hoai Son. He looked at Tham Vi lying on the ground, his first sentence was:

“Jing Han, you can't touch her.”

“In her hands, she has the truth about the car accident that happened to her and her children that year.”

05

“What truth?”

Pho Kinh Han's voice was very calm. But I heard his knuckles make a sound. Old Lady Pho's face turned pale.

“Hoai Son, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Pho Hoai Son glanced at her. The eyes are not like husband and wife. But like an enemy. Tham Vi lying on the ground suddenly burst into laughter.

“It seems Uncle Pho has finally agreed to speak.”

I hugged Pho Tri Du, my mind quickly turned. 【Standard equipment of rich people: car accident, will, stepchild, bright moonlight. Is the next step digging the body out from the wall?】 Pho Kinh Han looked at me. I immediately closed my mouth. Not the mouth. It's the heart. But I can't keep my mouth shut. 【Save my life, I really want to hear about it.】 Pho Tri Du raised his head from my lap and said in a low voice:

“I want it too.”

Pho Kinh Han: “…” Pho Hoai Son walked in and placed an old recording pen on the table.

“That year, my wife I had a car accident, it was not an accident."

“The Tham family participated.”

Tham Vi shouted.

"You promised me that as long as I return home to help you get shares of the Pho Thi Group, you will protect me!"

The old lady immediately sat down in her chair. The whole room exploded again. I understand. Tham Vi is not simply bright moonlight. She is a chess piece. Pho Hoai Son wanted to use her to cause chaos in Pho Kinh Han's family, then force him to cede power. Pho Jinghan's mother died early, old lady Pho held power for many years, and Pho Hoai Son was marginalized. Now, he is back. Bringing old cases, also bringing poison. 【Tsk, worthy of the Pho family. The intimacy content is as low as sugar-free soft drink.】 Pho Kinh Han's expression did not change.

“What do you want?”

Pho Hoai Son laughed.

“Next week the board of directors will re-elect.”

“Give me seventeen percent of the voting power in your hands, and I will give you the whole truth.”

Pho Kinh Han did not speak. Deputy Tri Du asked me in a low voice:

“Mom, is he a bad person?”

I patted the boy's head.

"Don't be afraid of adult matters."

【So ugly that it's also very stylish. Using the dead as cards, using biological sons as cash machines. Please do not put ashes in a box when cremated, throw them straight into the hazardous waste bin.】 Pho Tri Du sniffled.

“Yes.”

Pho Hoai Son's eyes fell on me.

“This is your newlywed wife?”