Chapter 8 — My Loved One, I Set You Free

When the news of Pho Tranh Nhien falling from the rooftop spread, Hoo Lang Da did not react at all. Because it's all part of your plan. On that rooftop, he replayed every frame of the surveillance camera footage from three years ago. In the video, my mother stood at the edge of the terrace, crying and begging Pho Tranh Nhien to give me a way to live. But Pho Tranh Nhien just coldly said:

"I can spare your daughter. Use your life to atone for her sins."

Then, the mother jumped down. After playing the video, Hoac Lang Da only said one sentence:

"Nguyen Khe's mother needs to atone for her sins, so what about you?"

The next second, Pho Tranh Nhien jumped down. That was the way he chose to atone for his sins, just like my mother that year. But he didn't die. The spine is broken. The rest of my life I have to use a wheelchair. Life is not as good as death, thousands and thousands of times more miserable than my mother. After punishing everyone, Huo Lingye finally began to punish himself. But his punishment did not require anything else. Because the ICU door is still closed. I lie inside for one more day, you will have to endure another day of torment. The doctor made a critical announcement for the third time.

"The patient suffered fractures in many locations in the body and serious intracranial hemorrhage. Even if he overcomes the dangerous stage, there is a high possibility that he will fall into a vegetative state."

“The fetus in the womb... suffered a strong impact when falling, and there was no fetal heart left.”

After listening, Hoo Lang Da didn't say anything. He just knelt for a long time in front of the ICU room, like a statue. Over the past three years, he thought he was very smart. Because he wanted to repay the favor, he faked a marriage with me, gave me a fake trust fund, and used my belly to make up for Nguyen Sanh Sanh's regrets. But from beginning to end, he protected the wrong person. The person he took advantage of was the real girl who saved his life on a snowy night. He remembered every detail of the past three years. The image of me smiling and tying his tie. The image of me lying on the sofa waiting for him to come home. Picture me carefully caressing my belly, saying that today the baby just kicked me. All my sincerity was given to someone who always lied to me.

“Khe Khe.”

Hoac Lang Da's voice was hoarse, almost no longer audible.

"Wake up. Even if you wake up just to hate me, or kill me yourself, it's okay."

But the electrocardiogram still only jumped weakly, without any reaction. The vegetative state lasts one year and three months. The day I woke up, it was raining outside the window. It took me a long time for my vision to go from hazy to clear. There was a person lying face down next to my bed. He was so thin that he was almost no longer human, his sideburns were gray, his eye sockets were deep, like a relic crushed by time. I looked for a few seconds before realizing it was Hoac Lang Da. In his hand, he still clutched two red hair ties. I moved my fingers slightly. He immediately raised his head. When those eyes faced me, boundless excitement flared up inside. Then he burst into tears. The man who had never shed tears before, never apologized, kept crying that day, kept saying sorry. But my heart no longer wavers. I later learned that in that one year and three months, he gave up all his positions and sold more than half of his assets industry, inviting a team of world-leading neurosurgeons. He took it upon himself to take care of my daily life, turn me over, clean my body, and massage my atrophied muscles. Everyday. Not a single day is missed. But I won't be moved by those things anymore. The recovery period is long and boring. It took me three months to be able to stand up again, and another two months to be able to walk normally. The first day I could stand, my father came.