Chapter 2 — My Husband Has His Own Children

My cousin texted that the party had ended well and that he was taking his daughter to the hospital. I don't want you to see this. The Phuong family's mother and daughter are so unpredictable, I'm afraid it will haunt my daughter. But if Luc Gia Tung doesn't survive and doesn't get to see him one last time, my daughter will also regret it, just like I regretted not being able to see my parents for the last time. They came very quickly. My daughter's eyes were swollen from crying. He tried to hold back his tears and reassure himself: "My dad is the best in the world, he will get better." Suddenly, little Bao rushed over from Aunt Truong's hand and pushed my daughter hard: "That's my dad!" My daughter fell to the ground, the boy quickly snatched the small crown from my daughter's head and threw it down hard, then stomped on it. The boy's face turned red, looking at us with a defiant expression as if he was fighting against the whole world. Fortunately, the boy only used his left hand, which was not strong enough, so my daughter was not injured. But he was scared by the boy's outburst, so he immediately hid next to me, looking at the perpetrator with a panicked expression. I handed my daughter over to my sister-in-law and slapped Phuong Ai Hoi straight in the face: "Manage your child properly. He's that old, at least he should know how to be polite and shameless. If you can't teach him, then let society teach him." "Touch me, for the sake of dignity I can ignore it. But bullying my daughter, you guys are really hitting hard." My assistant picked up the crown, the two stones on it had fallen off, sparkling like two tears. This was the 6th birthday gift my parents gave my daughter, and also their last birthday gift. I looked at my daughter, gently but with a deep meaning: "I've taught you, if you are bullied, you have to pay back. What are you afraid of? Your parents and grandparents are all here. No one can let you be bullied." My eyes glanced at my husband's parents. They quickly avoided my eyes. My father-in-law, the deputy principal, once lectured a child who bullied our daughter for half an hour. The mother-in-law, a retired high school teacher, also fought with another child's grandmother to defend her niece. But now, they choose to stay silent and ignore it. Phuong's mother and daughter were probably scared by my aura, so they finally agreed to stay quiet. My daughter nestled into my arms and whispered softly: "Mom, you're really good." I tied my child's hair back, kissed her sweaty forehead after crying and taught her: "You see, because there are so many of us today, I dare to speak so loudly. In the future, if you can't win, don't rush. Wait for someone to help you and then take action." The other operating rooms were gradually completed, only the light in Luc Gia Tung's room was still on. The assistant brought late-night meals to the medical team and also brought us some. My mother-in-law picked up a portion and gave it to little Bao and the little girl. Finally, at 6 a.m., Luc Gia Tung was saved and transferred to the intensive care unit (ICU). My mother-in-law was hospitalized right after that. There is a 24/7 health care housekeeper in the special room, so there is no need to worry. Visiting Luc Gia Tung is also easier. My sister-in-law took her daughter home first, while my cousin and I stayed in the hospital lobby to wait for the family of Tieu Chu, Luc Gia Tung's driver. Unfortunately, yesterday Tieu Chu died on the spot. All night we struggled with the pain of our loved ones, stood on the street in a disheveled appearance, quietly confirmed our identities, then entered the morgue. Tieu Chu was hit by a truck once, then the truck fell and crushed her, making her body completely unrecognizable. Before I could get close, I heard Tieu Chu's mother crying sadly: "My child!" Then she fainted on the spot. That scream tore my heart apart, making me tremble

shivering in cold sweat. Three years ago, when my parents passed away, I was in so much pain that I didn't want to live like that. On the 2nd of that month, bad news came that I could not accept. It was Luc Gia Tung who was by my side, little by little drying my tears, his warm arms enveloping my restless soul. He said: "Baby Pig, you have to take care of your health. For me and Tieu Da, you have to be strong." His eyes looked at me full of love and gentleness: "When I see my parents-in-law again, I can say that I have lived a very good life, not disappointing them for bringing me into this world." I was like a drowning person clinging to a log, fearfully asking him to promise: "Then you can't leave me anymore, I can't stand any more shock." He gently stroked my hair and said: "Tieu Da will grow up and have her own life. But I will always be by your side, we will grow old together until the end of our lives." The memories are still there, but the people have changed. For more than 4,000 days and nights, I couldn't see through the person lying next to me. I don't know how Luc Gia Tung skillfully managed between the two women, yet still acted like nothing happened. Remember every time he was absent, business trips, meetings, even at work, was he having an affair with Phuong Ai Hoi? And besides her, are there any other women? He destroyed my trust in him, turning me into a crazy person. And he was lying barely alive in the ICU room with tubes all over him, making it too much for me to even want to confront him. While everyone in the room was working nervously, I cruelly thought: "Why can't Tieu Chu and Luc Gia Tung switch positions?" Thus, in everyone's eyes, he will still be a good husband and perfect father. The remaining work now belongs to administrative and legal issues. My cousin and I quickly went to the company to convene a board meeting. The makeup artist quickly gave me the look of a strong woman. Faced with the weak and tired Chu family, I can easily sympathize with the victims. But when convening a board meeting, the calmer and more professional I am, the more I can stabilize people's hearts. Three years ago, after my parents suddenly passed away, it was Luc Gia Tung who took charge of Minh Hoa's career that was on the verge of collapse. With excellent ability, he created a personal brand and helped Minh Hoa Hotel overcome difficult times and become famous. He actively coordinated epidemic prevention strategies and increased promotion, regularly making his mark on social networks, causing his reputation to continuously increase. I told my cousin: "I want to return the hotel to the corporation. When talent does not match the position, disaster will come. I really do not have the ability to manage. Now is the time for me to return everything." My cousin asked again: "Have you thought carefully?" "Yes, since Phuong Ai Hoi appeared, I have decided. I will divorce. I will kick Luc Gia Tung out of Minh Hoa and out of my life." As expected, the news that Luc Gia Tung was seriously injured and hospitalized spread everywhere. In the next two to three years, he will have to undergo rehabilitation, and whether he can take on high-intensity work again is still a big question mark.