Chapter 3 — Make Me Kneel to His Mistress, and I Will Reclaim His Fortune

“Do you even know the way back?”

Next to her. Lam Vy Vy changed into a light pink sweater. Wrist wrapped in gauze. Looks like he just suffered a terrible injustice. Deputy Van Dinh stood next to the window smoking. The ashtray was filled with half a box of filters. I put the key on the cabinet next to the door.

“I'll go get my things.”

Pho's mother laughed coldly.

“Eat from the Pho family, use from the Pho family, stay at the Pho family.”

“Which one is yours?”

I looked towards the stairs.

“My mother's original medical records are in the library.”

Pho's mother slammed the Buddha necklace on the table.

“Do you still have the face to talk about your mother?”

“A half-dead patient has been dragging our Pho family's feet for many years.”

“Van Dinh is kind, so he took care of her.”

“What about you?”

“Run to the hospital again and make a scene demanding a divorce.”

Lam Vy Vy gently advised:

“Auntie, don't be angry.”

“Perhaps she is feeling resentful in her heart.”

Pho's mother immediately grabbed her hand.

“It's still Vy Vy who understands things.”

“Even though she was burned like this, she still said something to help her.”

I glanced at her bandaged wrist. That cup of hot water was originally spilled by her. At that time, she carried a cup of water and entered the tea room. Saw me washing the thermos. He then intentionally tilted the cup towards me. The water only splashed on her sleeve a little. But she immediately screamed. He ran out and accused me of throwing water on him. Pho Van Dinh didn't even ask me a single question. He just asked her:

“Does it hurt?”

“I'm going upstairs.”

I said coldly. Pho's mother's face immediately darkened.

“Who are you talking to?”

“I need to go upstairs.”

Finally, Pho Van Dinh also extinguished his cigarette.

“So Van Ninh.”

“Do you still know the rules?”

I looked at him.

“I have already signed the divorce agreement.”

“Deputy President, no need to show off so-called rules in front of me anymore.”

Pho's mother stood up angrily.

“Do you dare talk to Van Dinh like that?”

Lam Vy Vy supported her. The voice is soft like water.

"Sister, the Vice President's company still has work tonight."

“Don't make him upset anymore.”

“Just now, a large amount of his money couldn't be used, and he was very upset.”

She deliberately emphasized the last sentence. Pho's mother immediately turned her head.

“What money cannot be used?”

Pho Van Dinh frowned.

“It's just a small thing.”

Pho's mother did not believe it.

“Is this vixen playing tricks?”

She pointed straight at me.

“So Van Ninh!”

“Behind Van Dinh's back, which wild man did you collude with?”

I don't explain. Because explaining to someone who doesn't believe you... is like giving them a knife to stab them again. I walked towards the stairs. Pho's mother immediately signaled the maid.

“Stop it!”

Two maids stood in front of the stairs. One of them is Ms. Truong. Has worked at the Pho family for eight years. In the past, every time I stayed up at night to cook supplements for Pho's mother, she would sneak me a hot cake. Laughing and saying:

“Young lady, please eat some too.”

But now. She lowered her head. Don't dare look at me.

“Miss Truong, stay away.”

Ms. Truong's lips moved slightly. Pho's mother immediately shouted:

“Whose salary are you receiving?”

Ms. Truong tightened her apron in her hand. Take half a step aside. But was pulled back by the remaining maid. That's the second crack. But I see. Pho Van Dinh stepped in front of me.

“You want to get medical records, okay.”

“First explain the phone call at the hospital yesterday.”

“Explain what?”

“Who is helping you?”

I looked at him.

“Pho Van Dinh.”

“Have you forgotten that I also have my past?”

He laughed out loud.

“Your past?”

“That poor little district?”

“Or your normal college?”

"So Van Ninh, stop pretending to be a ghost."

Lam Vy Vy gently stabbed another knife.

“You really suffered before.”

“I once heard the Deputy General talk about it.”

“Back then, I even picked up plastic bottles to sell to help my family.”

Pho's mother frowned in disgust.

“No wonder why people always exude the smell of poverty.”

The path upstairs is blocked. The eyes of everyone in the living room were on me. I turned around. Go to the tea table. Take the cup that Lam Vy Vy placed on the table.

“You said I threw water on you.”

Lam Vy Vy paused. Pho Van Dinh's voice turned cold.

“So Van Ninh, what do you want to do?”

I turned the cup upside down. Show them the bottom of the cup.

“This is a cup used in old houses.”

“There is a crack inside the rim of the cup.”

“Yesterday when I was washing the thermos in the tea room, this cup was in her left hand.”

“The handle faces outward.”

“Water poured down from her side.”

Lam Vy Vy's face immediately turned a little pale. Pho's mother shouted:

“Nonsense talk!”

“What can a cup prove?”

I looked at Ms. Truong.

“There is a surveillance camera in front of the tea room door.”

Ms. Truong raised her head. Pho Van Dinh also turned to look. She stammered:

“Yes… yes, yes…”

“But a few days ago I heard it was broken.”

Lam Vy Vy silently breathed a sigh of relief. I put the cup back on the table.

“If it's broken or not, you'll know if you check it.”

Pho Van Dinh stared at Ms. Truong.

“Go get the data.”

Lam Vy Vy immediately pulled his hand.

“Deputy President, stop it.”

"I don't want to cause the family to lose peace because of this small matter."

Pho's mother heartbrokenly clapped her hand.

“You really are too honest.”

I looked at Pho Van Dinh.

“Are you afraid of testing?”

His face became unsightly. Lam Vy Vy's eyes were filled with tears.

“Deputy General.”

“If you don't believe me, just check.”

“Anyway, this hand of mine is not important.”

She deliberately exposed a corner of her wrist from the bandage. Smooth white skin. There are no red or swollen marks after the burn. Deputy Van Dinh saw it. But he said nothing. It was that silence that made Lam Vy Vy panic. Pho's mother immediately defended.

“Check what to check?”

“Indoor cameras are not for outsiders to see.”

“So Van Ninh, get out of here immediately!”

I finally burst out laughing. I turned around and walked towards the door. Deputy Van Dinh called back.

“No need for medical records anymore?”

I stopped walking. He said:

"If you want to get a medical record, go to the Civil Affairs Department at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to complete the divorce procedure."