Chapter 8 — Mother Died, Father Repented

Later, Tuong Vi was exposed right in front of him that she had never had an incurable disease. Everything in the past was nothing more than an elaborately arranged drama. Tuong Vi was forced to the limit and finally tore off his mask. She said she just loved Hoac Lam Xuyen too much. She said it was unacceptable that someone like my mother would take over the position of "Mrs. Huo". She said she was just taking back what belonged to her. Dad turned around and slapped Tuong Vi straight in the face.

“Take it back?”

“What you took away was a human life!”

Tuong Vi covered her face, her eyes filled with resentment:

“So what?”

“She deserves to die!”

“A country woman, what makes her want to hold her head and straddle my neck?”

“If it weren't for her, you would have married me a long time ago!”

"Neither does that bastard child! Both mother and child don't deserve to live!"

These words were later told clearly to me by my father's assistant. After listening, I didn't say anything. Because I already knew it all. Only now did my father listen. Later, he not only caused the Chiang family to go bankrupt, but also officially sued Tuong Vi. Crimes of fraud, appropriation of property, indirect causing death... Tuong Vi was prosecuted for many crimes, but while awaiting trial, he was still released on bail. Tuong Vi went completely crazy. She hugged her son and his father, crying and begging. Saying that out of respect for the child, please forgive her once. But this time, Dad didn't relax at all. Also on that day, Tuong Vi shouted all the truest words. She said, the person who really forced my mother to death was not just her. Without her father's favoritism and tolerance from the beginning, she simply could not have made it to this step. She told my father to stop pretending about late love. Saying that the lives of my mother and I have never been in his eyes before. Tuong Vi is not wrong. So when I heard those words, there was not a single ripple in my heart. Because of these words, I knew them five years ago. Only now has my father admitted it.

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Chapter 9 After that, Tuong Vi's son witnessed his parents arguing and cried loudly in fear:

“Dad is so scary… mom is also so scary…”

“I don't want to have parents like this…”

Dad was stunned. Over the years, he cradled this son in the palm of his hand and got whatever he wanted. But no matter how good material life is, it cannot hide the fact that a child witnesses the worst appearance of his or her own parents. Not long after, the child's spirit collapsed, he jumped off the building and died on the spot. When the news broadcast, I was sitting on the hospital bed. Looking at the screen, his face was extremely calm. After all, it was just a child. But when my mother died, no one felt she was innocent. Even more so, no one felt that the me at that time was just a child. That very day, Tuong Vi rushed straight into my hospital room like a madman. In her hand she held a knife and stabbed it straight at me.

“It's all your fault!”

“If you hadn't blown everything up, my son wouldn't have died!”

“Give me my son back!”

She rushed in so fast, I didn't even have time to ring the bell to call the nurse. Right at the moment the knife tip is about touching me, dad rushed in. He pushed Tuong Vi away and blocked himself in front of me. The two struggled with each other. Tuong Vi had completely lost his mind, crying and laughing, the knife in his hand waving wildly.

“Even if my son is gone, I don't want to live anymore!”

“All of you go and die!”

Dad held Tuong Vi's hand tightly, determined not to let the tip of the knife point towards me. Blood quickly appeared on his body. But he never took a step back.