Chapter 19 — Mother-in-law Tests Daughter-in-law's Heart

"I'm done handling it." Ninh Uyen looked at him. Her eyes were very calm, but it made Tran Nghien's chest even more painful. She typed another line: *Don't let her go to the hospital.* Tran Nghien immediately said: "It won't happen." Ninh Uyen's fingertips paused. Continue typing: *Don't lie to me because of her.* Tran Nghien looked at that text, his eyes suddenly turned red. "Okay." "From now on I won't hide anything from you anymore." After nine o'clock at night, the police called back. Sun Guifen was advised to leave the balcony. At the scene, family members and police made a record. Although her emotions were agitated, her physical condition was temporarily okay. Tran Nghien just breathed a sigh of relief when his phone vibrated again. It's a photo. My uncle sent it. In the photo, Ton Que Phan is sitting on the living room floor, his hair is messy, his hand is clutching half a piece of paper. On the paper were a few scribbled words: *If I have any fate, it's all because of Ninh Uyen's pressure.* Tran Nghien stared at those words, the last bit of hesitation under his eyes completely disappeared. 14 Early the next morning, Tran Nghien went to the police station. He didn't let Ninh Uyen know what time he left. Just left a note at the head of the bed: *I'm going to take care of the paperwork, I'll be back before noon, my mother is here with you.* When Ninh Uyen woke up, she saw her mother sitting by the window peeling apples. The long, thin apple peel fell down and was about to touch the ground when her mother caught it. Her throat was still sore: "Where is Tran Nghien, Mom?" Her mother's hand stopped: "Going to take care of business." Ninh Uyen did not ask. She knows where he went. Mother cut the apple into very thin slices, soaked it in warm water before feeding it to her. "Eat a little." Ninh Uyen took a small bite. The sweetness is very light. But she still felt like her throat was sore. Her mother looked at her with difficulty swallowing, her eyes turning red again. "When I was a child, the first time I had an allergic reaction, my parents were so scared that they lost their minds." "From then on, I didn't even dare to have the smell of chives in the house." "I thought that once you got married, someone would protect you like that." Ninh Uyen lowered her eyes: "Mom." Her mother immediately looked away. "I don't blame you." "I'm just sad." A voice echoed from outside the hospital room. The wheelchair clattered and the patient's family members chatted. Everyone is rushing on their own path. Each person has their own pain. Ninh Uyen suddenly asked: "If you do it all the way to the end, will people say you are too evil?" Mom put down the knife. "Uyen Uyen." "Someone took a knife and cut me, then asked me why I was bleeding." "Do you feel evil?" Ninh Uyen was silent. Mother held her hand. "It's not for revenge." "It's so that I can sleep well in the future." "And also so that after the baby is born, I won't be held by someone who doesn't care about my life." That sentence made Ninh Uyen's fingers tremble slightly. She remembered Ton Que Phan's eyes staring at her belly. Remember the saying *There is hope for my grandchild*. I remember the sound of knitting needles clicking in my ears before the ambulance arrived. She closed her eyes, a chill rising in her stomach again. At the same time, Tran Nghien was sitting in the mediation room of the police station. On the table were his phone, a copy of the medical record, a screenshot of the security camera, and a copy of the call recording. After the police officer finished reading the documents, his eyebrows furrowed even more. "Did she really know that the patient was allergic?" Tran Nghien replied: "Knows clearly." "My wife and I have repeated it many times."