Chapter 1 — My Husband Has His Own Children

My husband's condition is very bad, he has a traumatic brain injury, many parts of his body are broken, and his right leg is crushed. When we got to the hospital, they asked us to sign an amputation consent form. Just then a woman came with a child, saying it was my husband's child and wanted me to adopt it. _ Is it really impossible to treat conservatively? It doesn't matter how much money it costs. My mother-in-law held the doctor's hand tightly and said: "My son is only 37 years old. He cannot live the rest of his life without losing a leg." The light makeup on her face was blurred by tears and cold sweat, making her look 10 years older, completely different from the image of a senior teacher at the previous party. The doctor showed us the x-ray. The bones were broken, almost broken into pieces like a duck's neck. It was hard to imagine the pain. If there is any way, we would like to keep my husband's leg, but conditions do not allow it. The doctor said: "Are you businessmen's parents? Decide soon, the sooner you handle it the better for him." The sister-in-law took a photo of the report and sent it to her cousin to ask for an expert opinion. Experts also said it needed to be removed, it couldn't be saved anymore. The doctor came to urge. My mother-in-law, with teary eyes, stuffed the pen into my hand, as if wanting to push away a difficult responsibility. "I don't sign, Minh Chau, please sign. Forcing a mother to do this is too cruel, it will haunt me for the rest of my life." My father-in-law looked at me deeply, then turned his head away without saying anything, tacitly agreeing with my mother-in-law's arrangement. All the pressure was on me. My sister-in-law pulled my hand and shook her head in disagreement. This signature will decide my husband's life from now on, he will become a disabled person. Biological parents may not be blamed, but daughters-in-law are easily blamed. Things that challenge people's hearts often do not have good results. But I can't let my husband waste time in the emergency room. 17 years of knowing each other, 12 years of marriage, he is the person I love, also my relative. He was on the brink of life and death, and I felt like I was being burned in boiling oil. I picked up the pen, but the doctor stopped me. According to regulations, only immediate relatives such as wives or parents can sign. Younger sisters don't count. At that time, the father-in-law spoke up: "Let her sign, this is my daughter-in-law, the patient's wife." The doctor's expression changed completely. "So who was the person who accompanied the patient at the beginning?" The doctor took out the previous piece of paper, beautiful handwriting with three clear characters appeared. My mother-in-law and I looked at each other. Who is that person? I had a bad feeling in my heart, but now was not the time to investigate. My husband's parents and I signed the paper and also wrote a commitment not to pursue previous mistakes. The doctor did the right thing by saving people first. Maybe that person has good intentions and doesn't want to delay time. Leaving the office, the mother-in-law suddenly muttered: "So from now on my son no longer has his right leg..." Then she collapsed backwards. Luckily, my father-in-law was able to support me from behind. The two of them fell down and sat down in the same place, both of them were not okay. One person has high blood pressure, the other is at risk of stroke, and both are eligible for hospitalization. They didn't want to leave, so the medical staff arranged for them to receive intravenous fluids right in the hallway. In the emergency operating room, every second and minute is a race against death. The scene was cruel. The family in the hallway was filled with anxiety, no one wanted to talk to each other. Our family is no exception. In the deafening silence, the sound of high heels echoed clearly. The sound of shoes stopped next to us. I reflexively raised my head. A woman bowed deeply to my husband's parents: "Mom, Dad, I'm Phuong Ai Hoi, I'm also your daughter-in-law. How is Mr. Tung? Doctor

say what?” If she is their daughter-in-law, then who am I? If not her, then who gave her the courage to say these words? My father-in-law stammered: "You... you... you're not mistaken, are you?" Unbelief was evident on his face, his eyes continuously glancing at me and my sister-in-law. My mother-in-law also looked bewildered. Phuong Ai Hoi was not the young girl I imagined, she looked about my age, wearing a red dress, red lipstick, red high heels, radiating the charm of a mature woman. There are no signs that she has psychological problems. My husband is currently in the emergency room and cannot die without treatment. A normal person wouldn't lie in such an easily exposed way. So did he really have an affair? Hot tears suddenly froze on my face, summer suddenly became cold winter. In our family, even if we have a broken arm, we have to hide it in our sleeves, and we don't like making bad things in the house a laughing stock for everyone to see. I stood up and walked in front of Phuong Ai Hoi. She was taller than me, causing me to raise my head to look straight into her eyes. “Luc Gia Tung is still in emergency care. If you have something to say, wait until he wakes up and then tell him." I tried to put this to rest. But Phuong Ai Hoi bowed her head to me again, saying: "I don't want to bother Miss Minh either, I know I'm sorry to you, I always want to leave you some space. But my baby just wants to stay by his father's side to overcome difficulties, what's wrong? "She pulled a small boy, put her hand on his weak shoulder and forced him to kneel in front of me. "Bao, you kneel before me, please let me stay here and wait for my father to come out." The boy with his arm bandaged in plaster lost his balance and fell to the ground. Phuong Ai Hoi bent down and held the boy tightly, letting his young face be pressed down. The floor was full of bacteria. No one could have imagined that this woman who looked like a model could do such crazy things. Did she think this was a royal war? Everyone around was stunned by this scene, some even unconsciously took out their phones to film. But suddenly, joy appeared on her face, mixed with a bit of pain, and she looked somewhat twisted: "Oh my god, Mr. Luc, this boy is so similar to Tung when he was young!" All eyes turned to me, I felt my eyes darken, my face felt hot as if someone had slapped me repeatedly. My mother-in-law's cry was like a strong slap in my face. The father-in-law quickly intervened and pulled the mother-in-law out: "We only have one daughter-in-law and one granddaughter, don't listen to people's nonsense." Phuong Ai Hoi didn't pay attention and continued to push the boy into the arms of my parents-in-law. “This is your grandson. Bao, call grandpa." The boy finally cried loudly, ran away behind a middle-aged woman accompanying him, shouting: "I don't want to be here anymore, Aunt Truong, let's go home." That woman was holding a little girl about two or three years old. Her cute little face reminded me of my daughter when she was little. But now being pulled back and forth, the little girl burst into tears as well, her shrill cry echoing throughout the hallway like an unfortunate harmony. A few other families frowned, looking like they were about to explode. Phuong Ai Hoi still didn't care, just secretly observed my parents-in-law. Tears threatened to flow but did not fall completely, still hanging in the corner of my eyes. A doctor wearing a white coat interrupted this chaotic scene: "Lu Gia Tung's relatives, wife and parents are all present, right?" Please come into the office.” Another critical notice. The doctor said they were

is trying to pull him back from the hands of death, but the possibility of not surviving is very high. Family members need to prepare mentally. If you understand clearly, sign the notice. Phuong Ai Hoi suddenly pointed at the two children and asked the doctor: "Do biological children not need money?" She emphasized the word "biological child" as if she wanted to confirm. The doctor looked at me and my mother and daughter confused, then replied: "Minors do not have civil capacity." A thought flashed in my mind, are they afraid that if Luc Gia Tung dies, they won't be able to share their assets? Three days ago, the branch in S city had a problem. Luc Gia Tung said he would definitely return before my birthday party. But in the afternoon he lost contact, did not answer the phone, did not respond to messages. There were many guests, no one asked why the host was absent. Everyone laughed and talked happily, but I knew their eyes were laughing at me. Halfway through the party, her mother-in-law received a phone call from the hospital informing her that Luc Gia Tung had had an accident and was being treated. Perhaps she was afraid of missing the party, so her words still carried a bit of blame. My father-in-law's eyes looked at me and were also full of dissatisfaction. I also regret it, I shouldn't have urged him to leave early. Maybe if he hadn't been in a hurry, he could have avoided this accident. But now it seems things are not so simple. From the way her mother-in-law told it, at the time of the accident, Phuong Ai Hoi and two children were also in the car. After signing, my parents-in-law returned to the hallway to continue the infusion. Phuong Ai Hoi hugged the little girl and sat right next to her, not paying attention to the whispers around her.