Chapter 2 — Make Me Kneel to His Mistress, and I Will Reclaim His Fortune

“First of all, please pay my mother's medical bills.”

Pho Van Dinh seemed to hear the most ridiculous thing in the world.

“You still dare to give me conditions?”

Lam Vy Vy gently pulled his sleeve.

“Deputy President, don't be angry anymore.”

“Maybe she was just pushed too hard.”

"Caring for my aunt alone for such a long time, it's hard to avoid losing balance in my heart."

Speaking of this, her tears threatened to fall but they did not fall.

“I'm really okay.”

“Even if my hands are broken and I can't play the piano anymore…”

“I won't blame her either.”

Pho Van Dinh's last patience was completely exhausted. He raised his hand to call the head nurse over.

“Freeze Ms. So's mother's treatment account first.”

The head nurse's expression immediately changed.

"Mr. Pho, the patient's condition is currently unstable and treatment cannot be stopped."

Pho Van Dinh's voice lowered.

“I said, freeze.”

I saw the head nurse's hand gently touching the job nameplate. But she didn't immediately follow through. That was the first crack that appeared tonight. Deputy Van Dinh also noticed. His eyes immediately turned cold.

“Do you also want to lose your job?”

The head nurse bit her lip and picked up the phone. I stopped her.

"No need."

I put the old phone in front of her. On the screen is the message just received. All hospital treatment costs have been paid in full. No one has the right to interrupt treatment. Below is a person's signature. A name I haven't seen for a long time. As soon as the head nurse saw that name, he immediately took his hand off the phone. Pho Van Dinh frowned.

“Who paid you?”

I took the phone back.

“It has nothing to do with you.”

Those four words were like a slap straight to his face. For the past five years. The sentences I say the most at the Pho family are:

“I know.”

“Just keep busy.”

He was used to me bowing my head. So when I said "it has nothing to do with you", it seemed like this was the first time he really saw me. Lam Vy Vy quickly reacted.

“Sister, did you ask some outsider for help?”

“What the Deputy General hates most is when people in the family get involved unclearly with people outside.”

Pho Van Dinh's eyes immediately became cold.

“So Van Ninh.”

“Behind my back, who have you met?”

I don't answer. At that moment, the hospital room door opened. The doctor walked out.

“The patient's condition is stable.”

“Family people, stop making noise in front of the door.”

I immediately turned around. But Pho Van Dinh held my wrist tightly.

“I was asking you.”

I lowered my head to look at the hand that was holding me.

“Let go.”

He didn't let go. Lam Vy Vy sighed softly.

“Deputy President, don't be like that.”

“She definitely didn't mean to trick you.”

“She just needs the money so much.”

Those three words rang out in the hallway. It was like a price tag was stuck right on me. Pho Van Dinh stared at me.

“So Van Ninh.”

“I give you one last chance.”

"Kneel down. Sorry."

“What happened tonight, I can pretend like it never happened.”

I looked at that face. The face I've loved for five years. The days when he started his business were the most difficult. At three o'clock in the morning, sitting in a cramped rented room, eating a cold manton cake. I sold my only gold necklace. In exchange for his first revolving money. He signed a big contract for the first time. Drinking alcohol causes stomach bleeding. I stayed awake for three days and three nights beside the hospital bed. He is afraid that others will say he relies on his wife. So I hid myself in the kitchen. Becomes oil smoke that no one can see. But today. He stood in the hospital hallway. Using my mother's life to force me to kneel before the third child. I pulled my hand out of his palm.

“Pho Van Dinh.”

“Let's get a divorce.”

A flash of pride flashed in Lam Vy Vy's eyes. But he quickly bowed his head and hid.

“Sister, don't get excited.”

Pho Van Dinh burst out laughing. He evaluated me from top to bottom.

“Leave me, how will you support your mother?”

“Relying on your hands to only pick up vegetables and cook rice?”

I don't answer. Pho Van Dinh received a file of documents from his assistant and threw it into my lap.

“That's great, I've already prepared an agreement.”

“She left empty-handed.”

“In exchange, I can continue to pay for your mother's treatment costs for another month.”

Lam Vy Vy softly interjected:

“Deputy President, isn't one month a bit short?”

“After all, she has been with me for five years.”

Pho Van Dinh looked at me.

“Three months.”

The tone was as if granting favors. I picked up the agreement to look at it. It is clearly stated above: I voluntarily give up all assets acquired during the marriage. Pho Van Dinh thinks this is my dead end. But he doesn't know. This is the key that opens everything. I raised my head. Pho Van Dinh's face finally changed.

“Did you really sign it?”

“Don't you want me to sign?”

He stared at me. As if wanting to find some hesitation or regret on my face. I held out my hand. Lam Vy Vy took out a golden fountain pen from her bag. When she gave it to me, her fingertips deliberately brushed the back of my hand.

“Sister, don't blame the Deputy General.”

“He's just so tired.”

“What he needs is someone who can help him.”

I received the pen. Sign at the bottom of the three-word agreement: So Van Ninh. The nib of the pen glides across the paper. The sound is very quiet. But in Pho Van Dinh's ears, it seemed like the sound of something breaking. I returned the agreement.

“Now I want to visit my mother.”

Deputy Van Dinh did not accept. Lam Vy Vy took it for him. The smile on his lips was almost impossible to hide.

“Don't worry.”

“I will take good care of the Vice President.”

I walked past them. Go into the hospital room. Before the door closed, I heard Pho Van Dinh instruct his assistant:

“Let's investigate clearly.”

“Who is the person she just called?”

I sat down next to the hospital bed. Hold your mother's thin hand. She is still in a coma. His face was pale and bloodless. I said softly:

“Mom, wait a little longer.”

The old phone on the nightstand lit up. It's a message from Uncle Chau. The first step has begun. The authorization agreement in the household's name is still in the old house of the Pho family. I clenched the phone in my palm. Pho Van Dinh's real grave is not in the company. It's on that piece of paper. The piece of paper that he said I would never take out in my entire life. The old villa of the Pho family was bright as day. Just walked through the door. A teacup flew straight to my feet. Porcelain pieces shattered. Hot tea splashed on the instep of my feet. Pho's mother sat on a red wooden sofa. In his hand, he holds the Buddha's rosary. But there was no compassion on his face.