Chapter 10 — Mother's Boundaries

The last one is a nanny contract. The person who signed was Luc Giai Giai's husband. I was silent. Finally, Luc Minh Vien couldn't help but open his mouth. "This doesn't prove anything." I looked at him. "Can't prove your mother is lying?" His face stiffened. "Maybe she just feels like she puts in too much effort." I said: "She feels that if she puts in a lot of effort, she can bring down my mother?" "If she can exaggerate herself, then can she put down others?" Luc Minh Vien bowed his head. I saved those screenshots. Then reply to the other person with a thank you. The other person quickly sent another paragraph. "I don't want to divide you girls." "It's just that today I saw Giai Giai say in the group that her husband's family is not trustworthy." "I don't want to continue carrying this burden." "I also don't want you to be pushed down by the same sentence." I looked at the last sentence, and my heart suddenly felt a bit sour. Sometimes, the first person to help a woman may not be the person closest to her. On the contrary, another person was also misunderstood. I turned the phone face down. Luc Minh Vien sat on the sofa, his whole body deflated. I said: "Do you still see me making a big deal out of this little thing now?" After a long time he said: "I don't know." I nodded. "If you don't know, go to school." "The milk bottle hasn't been sterilized yet." He raised his head, as if he hadn't reacted yet. I said: "What happened between your mother and your sister doesn't take away from your becoming a father." Luc Minh Vien stood up silently and walked into the kitchen. My mother looked at his back and said in a low voice: "If it can really be fixed, it will be considered a blessing for the child." I did not respond. I don't want to give anyone a chance too soon. Something like an opportunity, if given too lightly, someone else will step on it and walk away. In the afternoon, for the first time, Luc Minh Vien mixed powdered milk alone. Test water temperature three times. The flat milk powder spoon also made two mistakes. An An was so hungry that he was so anxious that his head was covered in sweat. If Ma Phuong Lan were here, she would definitely say men can't do these things. But she's not there. She was only silent in the family group. I thought she would hold off for a few days. Unexpectedly, at six o'clock in the afternoon, she posted a post to her friends circle. The photo is of her standing at the high-speed train station. The words were written full of self-pity. "Run a thousand miles, just to take a look at your granddaughter." "The door is difficult to enter, the words are hard to hear, the heart is even colder." "Being a mother without the ability, can only accept fate." Below, someone quickly commented. "What's going on?" "The daughter-in-law is so terrible?" "Old people are not easy." I looked at that post, too lazy to get angry. She knows how to put herself in the position of the weak. As if if she just cried loud enough, people wouldn't ask what she did. Luc Minh Vien also saw it. He held the phone and stood at the kitchen door, his face unsightly. I asked: "What are you going to say this time?" He didn't answer. I said, “You can keep saying she didn't mean it that way.” His lips moved. Finally, he called Ma Phuong Lan. After connecting the phone, he turned on the speakerphone. Ma Phuong Lan's voice still carried the sound of crying. "Do you still know how to call mom?" Luc Minh Vien tightened his grip on the phone. "Mom, delete your friend circle post." The living room was immediately quiet. My mother raised her head to look at him. I also looked at him. Ma Phuong Lan didn't seem to expect him to say that. "What did you say?" Luc Minh Vien took a deep breath. "Delete it." "What happened today is not Thanh Hoa's fault alone." "Mom, stop posting things that make people misunderstand." The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Right after that, Ma Phuong Lan smiled coldly. "Very good." "You're really good now." "If you see me losing face, then I'll let everyone see, who forced an old woman like me to not be able to live." My eyebrow twitched. Luc Minh Vien's face also changed. Right after that, Luc Giai Giai's message jumped into the group

family. She sent a video. The main image is my living room in the morning. But the video has been cut. All that's left is what I said. "Stay, it's not possible."10 As soon as the video was sent out, the group was bustling again. In the picture, Ma Phuong Lan is standing at the door, her eyes red. I sat on the sofa, holding An An in my arms. She asked if I could stay. I just coldly said one sentence: "Stay, no way." The video stopped suddenly. In the previous part, she carried her luggage and wanted to forcefully move in. Then she told my mother to come home. All are absent. Right after that, Luc Giai Giai sent a text. "Yesterday my mother felt sorry for herself, today she still thinks of her niece, taking the earliest bus over there." "As a result, I almost couldn't get in the door." "Sister-in-law, I know your mother's house has conditions, but you can't bully the elderly like that, right?" I looked at those words, my fingers slowly tightening. My mother came over and pressed on my shoulder. "Don't be angry." I said: "I'm not angry." "I just find this tactic of theirs very familiar." First, cut off the previous cause. Then exaggerate one sentence. Finally, make yourself the victim. Luc Minh Vien stood at the kitchen door, his face alternating between blue and white. He held the phone and didn't say anything for a long time. I looked at him. "Do you still want me not to send it this time?" Luc Minh Vien's lips moved.