Chapter 16 — Mother-in-law Tests Daughter-in-law's Heart

“Uyen Uyen.” Ninh Uyen moved her lips, her voice was hoarse and almost inaudible: “Mom.” Her mother immediately covered her mouth, tears falling like rain. She walked to the bed, wanting to touch her daughter, but was afraid of hurting her, so she could only gently stroke her hair. "How did this happen?" Ninh Uyen said nothing. Tran Nghien stood next to him, looking down. "Mom, I'm sorry." Her mother looked up at him. She did not curse immediately. Also don't cry. She just asked: "Does your mother know that he is allergic?" Tran Nghien's voice was heavy: "I know." "Do you know?" "I know." Her mother looked at him, the sadness in the bottom of her eyes gradually giving way to coldness. "So why can she still stay at our house, wrap chives in dumplings for him to eat?" Tran Nghien's throat rolled slightly. This question hurt him more than any scolding. He couldn't answer. Because the truth is too unsightly. It's because you give in over and over again. It's because he puts Ninh Uyen's resentment behind the so-called family's peace. It was because he thought that if he stood up and said a few words, he would protect her. Her mother saw that he was silent, her tears fell even more intensely. "I entrusted my daughter to you, not so that she could use her life to prove that she wasn't lying." Tran Nghien's eyes turned red: "I will handle it." Her mother's voice was very light, but extremely sharp. "How to handle it?" Tran Nghien raised his head: "If you need to turn to the law, then turn to the law." "If you need to cut off the relationship, cut off the relationship." "She and the child cut off the relationship." From now on, you will never have to see your mother again.” Her mother did not say anything more. She turned to look at Ninh Uyen: "Uyen Uyen, what do you think?" Ninh Uyen stared at the edge of the blanket, and after a while, she typed and showed it to her: *I want to go home.* Her mother was stunned. Tran Nghien was also stunned. Ninh Uyen slowly typed the next line: *Going back to her mother's house, not that house.* 12 The hospital room was silent for a long time. Tran Nghien looked at the text on Ninh Uyen's phone, the blood on his face slowly drained away. He knew she wasn't talking nonsense. Nor do I want to humiliate you. She really didn't want to return to that house filled with the smell of grease, arguments and scrutiny anymore. That place should have been their little home. But Sun Guifen over and over again used the key to open the door, stuffing his will, prejudices and resentments. In the end, even a plate of dumplings became a tool to force her to bow her head. Tran Nghien squatted beside the bed, his voice hoarse: "I will take you back to my mother's house." Ninh Uyen looked up at him. Tran Nghien grabbed her arm tightly. "Wherever you are, I'll be there." "You don't want to go home, we won't go home." "I'll take care of that house." Ninh Uyen typed: *You don't need to turn your back on everyone for me.* After Tran Nghien read, his eyes turned red again. "It's not because of you." "It's because of myself." "If you still pretend like nothing happened today, I will. He is not worthy of being a husband, nor is he worthy of being a father." Ninh Uyen's mother stood next to her, the coldness in her eyes softened a bit. She wiped her tears, sat down on the edge of the bed. "Don't think about that for now." "Health is the most important thing." "The person is safe, the child is safe, other debts will be considered later." Tran Nghien nodded. He went out to make a few phone calls. First, contact the management board and request to keep the original hallway camera file. Then call your friend and ask him to bring the remaining dumplings to have their ingredients tested. Finally, send the hospital diagnosis and video to the lawyer. He did every single thing very decisively. But when he returned to the hospital room door, he still stood still for a long time. Through the door, Ninh Uyen leaned on her mother's lap, closing her eyes like when she was a child. Her mother patted her back with a warm voice: