Chapter 13 — Mother-in-law Tests Daughter-in-law's Heart

“What do you advise?”Tran Nguyet lowered her voice: “Don't let Nghien break up with your mother.” “Don't let this matter go out.” “He worked in a good place, accidentally spread it out, told his biological mother to let her daughter-in-law eat allergic food, it's very hard to hear.” Ninh Uyen closed her eyes, took two seconds to calm down before asking again: “It's hard to say it, or is it hard to do it?” Tran Nguyet's face looked bad. changed. "Ninh Uyen, what you said is hurting someone." At that moment, someone pushed the door of the hospital room from the outside. Tran Nghien stood at the door with a hospital bill, his face cold and scary: "Who sent you here?" Tran Nguyet stood up in surprise: "I came to visit her." Tran Nghien walked in, slammed the receipt on the bedside table. "Are you done visiting?" "When you're done, go out." Tran Nguyet couldn't believe it: "Tran Nghien, I'm your sister." Tran Nghien looked at her. "Those words you just said said, I heard everything outside the door." Tran Nguyet's face turned white: "You just want the good for this house." Tran Nghien laughed harshly. "For the good of this house, should you force the victim to keep her mouth shut?" "For the good of this house, you should ask her why she didn't vomit sooner?" Tran Nguyet was speechless, extremely embarrassed: "Don't be so impatient." "Mom has suffered enough." Tran Nghien scolded. word by word: "Mother is suffering, is it as painful as Ninh Uyen lying in the emergency room?" Tran Nguyet's lips moved. At this time, Ninh Uyen's phone lit up again. A new message appears on the screen. This time it wasn't a text message. It's a video. The sender is Tieu Luu from the building management board. In the video cover photo, Ton Que Phan stands next to the trash can in the hallway, stuffing a transparent plastic bag. The mouth of the bag protruded several raw dumplings. In her other hand, she was clutching a handful of half-sliced chive roots. 10 When Tran Nghien opened the video, the hospital room was so quiet that you could clearly hear the sound of drops falling. The frame is a bit shaky. The hallway light was dim, Ton Que Phan stood next to the trash can. She was wearing last night's gray sweater, her hair was uncombed, and she was carrying a transparent bag. In the bag were several raw white dumplings. She looked left and right once, then bent down and stuffed the bag into the bottom of the trash can. Very agile movements. But in the video, it's clearly recorded. In her other hand, she clutched a handful of chive roots, the roots were still wet, the green leaves were shredded. Tran Nguyet also saw it. The expression on her face froze, her lips moved but she couldn't say a word. Tran Nghien pressed pause on the video, looked up at her. "What you said just now, she didn't mean it." Tran Nguyet's eyes avoided: "Maybe I was just afraid that you two would misunderstand, so I just threw it away." Tran Nghien burst out laughing. The laughter was very short, but so cold that it sent chills down people's spines. "Afraid of misunderstanding?" "If she doesn't have a problem in her heart, why didn't she wait for me to come home and deal with it?" "Why did she have to avoid the camera's angle and stuff the dumplings into the bottom of the trash can?" Tran Nguyet panicked. "Tran Nghien, you are emotional right now, thinking about everything in a bad way." "Mom really did wrong, but she is our mother." "She is so confused. "Ninh Uyen lying on the bed, hearing this familiar sentence, her chest felt like it was slowly being cut by a blunt knife. Never really wanted to harm anyone. Yet here she is in the hospital. Her throat is still swollen, her child must continue to be monitored. These people are still looking for a way back for Ton Que Phan. Tran Nghien put the phone on the nightstand. "Sister, go out." Tran Nguyet's eyes turned red: "Because of her, you chased me away?" "You didn't visit her just now."