Mother's Long Minh Lamp
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Chapter 5

Chapter 5 — Mother's Long Minh Lamp

Updated 10/08/2026 4 min read

5But on the phone, the assistant's voice became even more assertive: "Young master, I didn't lie to you. I personally asked the nurse, Ms. Lam's mother really passed away due to delayed surgery and failed emergency treatment." The phone in his hand fell to the ground, breaking in half. He turned to look at me - who was kneeling on the ground, in utter despair. For the first time, he sat down opposite me, his voice hoarse: "Nam Nam, it's such a big deal like my aunt passing away, why didn't you tell me? I only know now... sorry." He raised his hand to hug me. I woke up, immediately pushed hard, shouted hoarsely: "Go away! Don't touch me!" "Tong Han Thinh, do you dare say I never told you? When my mother was in critical condition, how many times did I call you, how many messages did I send, what was the result? What did you do!" He was pushed down by me, sitting on the ground, his face bewildered. Finally he suddenly remembered – I had never hidden it. I have tried everything to beg him to come back. At that time, I watched my mother dying in the emergency room, knelt down and prayed to heaven and earth, hoping for a miracle to save my last relative. I frantically called him until my phone ran out of battery. During the call, I cried until my voice cracked: "Tong Han Thinh, I'm begging you, can you come back? My mother is about to die. Only you in the whole hospital can do this surgery. If you don't come back, my mother will definitely die! You know, my father passed away when I was young, and only my mother and I rely on each other. Mother is my only relative, I can't lose her!" I knew all those words. I have never hidden my past, nor have I ever seen my mother as something that makes me ashamed. He once swore in front of his mother that he would not let me suffer resentment and would treat me well all my life. But, while on the phone he agreed to return, he immediately backtracked. Phone calls were not answered, messages were not answered, as if they had disappeared from the world. He cruelly abandoned me in the quiet hallway of the hospital in the middle of the night, leaving me alone to face the cold line on my mother's heart monitor. Before going into the emergency room, my mother held my hand tightly, telling me every word: "Nam Nam, if I'm gone, you must live well. I've saved a sum of money for you. In the future, if Tieu Tong makes you suffer, don't be patient, leave him, live a better life." I sobbed and squeezed her hand: "Mom, it'll be okay, you can't bear to leave me alone, right? Don't worry, Tong Han Thinh is on the way home. "He will save me. Just try a little longer..." Mom just nodded slightly and said nothing more. And that nod was also the last time she opened her eyes. It wasn't until after she left that I understood why my mother said such things. She saw through it, the relationship between me and him would sooner or later come to an end. Even if you hold on, it's just a reflection. Mom used her own death to teach me a moral - no matter what, loving yourself is the most important thing. At this moment, my eyes were bloodshot, hatred overflowing: "Tong Han Thinh, you killed my mother. You!" His pupils seemed to be stabbed by a needle, shrinking rapidly. He looked down at the ashes scattered on the ground, and finally spoke tremblingly: "This... is this really your aunt's ashes?" I curled my lips, my voice full of sarcasm: "That's right. You not only killed my mother, but also threw away her ashes. Are you satisfied now?" "Tong Han Thinh, why didn't I die? Why couldn't it be you!" I tightened my gaze, looking straight at Diep Thanh Nguyet. There was no fear in her eyes, only arrogance thanks to having someone's back: "Sister Lam Nam, how can you say that? My brother and I didn't know that it was our aunt's ashes, we thought you were lying to us."

me. Now that my aunt has really passed away, I'm also very sad. But the dead are like extinguished lights, the living are the most important. Don't be too hurt." I hissed through my teeth: "If the dead were your parents, would you still be able to calmly say something like that?" After hearing Diep Thanh Nguyet's cunning, dramatic words, I screamed in anger. As soon as she heard me mention my family, she immediately changed her face and choked up in reproach: "Miss Nam Nam, I had the kindness to comfort you, why did you curse my family?"

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