Chapter 13 — On the wedding night, my husband took his blind assistant to the wedding bed. I directly canceled the engagement

But this time... Tham Nghien did not immediately reach out to help her. In the factory there were dozens of workers watching. Uncle Luu stepped up.

“General Manager Tham.”

“In the past, every time you came to the factory, factory manager On would make the best tea for you.”

“Today he brought someone with a fake medical record to force his daughter.”

“Is that... appropriate?”

Tham Nghien looked at him coldly.

“What the hell are you?”

Uncle Luu placed the wrench firmly on the table.

“I am a cutter who has worked at this factory for twenty years.”

“Studio Manager Wen doesn't dare scold you.”

“But I dare.”

“You really are worthless.”

No one in the workshop laughed. Tham Nghien's face was even more unsightly than being slapped. I took the examination form. Fold carefully. Then put it in your pocket. Lam Man immediately shouted:

“Give me back!”

I calmly replied:

“Don't you want to prove your innocence?”

“Let me help you investigate.”

Lam Man immediately rushed to steal it. That move... So precise. The bandage covering her eyes suddenly fell halfway off. The eyes underneath were completely exposed. That look... Is staring right at my pocket. Lam Man frantically pulled the bandage to cover it. It's too late. Every worker in the factory saw it. Khuong Hoa's phone also recorded everything. Tham Nghien's face turned pale.

“Man Man... your eyes...”

Lam Man cried and shook her head.

“I can only feel a little light.”

“Not really seen.”

“A Nghien... believe me.”

Khuong Hoa raised the phone.

“Just now, she rushed forward more accurately than a cat pouncing on a mouse.”

“Some sense of light…”

“But you can even accurately locate the pocket of your shirt?”

Tham Nghien said nothing. It was that silence... that scared Lam Man more than any scream. She quickly grabbed Tham Nghien's sleeve.

“A Nghien.”

“Even you don't believe me?”

“That year, to save you…”

“My eyes are bleeding so much.”

“Have you forgotten everything?”

I suddenly spoke up:

“What day did the accident happen that year?”

Lam Man's crying stopped.

“Why do you ask that?”

I curled my lips.

“You always talk about saving lives.”

“So it shouldn't be difficult to explain it a bit more clearly.”

Tham Nghien spoke for her.

“March seventeenth.”

I continue to ask:

“Nam Kieu Street.”

“Which car?”

Tham Nghien began to lose patience.

“Wen Tang.”

“After all, what else do you want to do?”

I took out my phone. Send Uncle Tran a short message. This is the last time in the story... I use this method to ask someone to bring something. The message only has a few words. Lam Man seemed to have a premonition of something. Her voice suddenly became shrill.

“What evidence are you planning to fabricate again this time?”

I calmly looked at her.

“I never pretend.”

“I'm just waiting…”

“Real evidence.”

Tham Nghien's voice was cold.

“Today I came to give you a way out.”

“If you still insist on holding on to Man Man and not letting go…”

“Then we don't need to talk anymore.”

He took Lam Man's hand. I decided to turn around and leave. At that moment... A black car slowly stopped in front of the factory gate. An old woman with white hair walked down. She wore dark Chinese-style clothes. In his hand he holds a walking stick. Uncle Tran quickly stepped forward to help her. My father just saw her... Everyone was immediately stunned. The old woman looked at him. Complex eyes miscellaneous.

“Kien Thanh.”

“How many years has it been…”

“You still haven't changed.”

“People have already held a knife to the door.”

“I still only know how to be patient, hoping to talk kindly.”

My father's lips trembled slightly.

“Mom is still alive?”

The old woman snorted softly.

“Of course mom is alive.”

Then she turned to look at me.

“If not…”

“Grandma sees her niece being bullied to this extent…”

“So who else stands behind it?”

Tham Nghien frowned slightly.

“May I ask... are you…”

The old woman completely ignored him. She leaned on her cane and slowly walked in front of Lam Man. Lam Man unconsciously hid behind Tham Nghien. The old woman looked at her.

“You said…”

“You injured your eye because you saved Tham Nghien?”

Lam Man replied in a low voice: The old woman nodded.

“Nam Kieu Street.”

“March seventeenth.”

"Right?"

Grandma nodded slightly, then looked at Uncle Tran. Uncle Tran took out a bag of documents from his briefcase and gave it to me. Inside are all records of the accident that year, car repair invoices... And a photo. Tham Nghien's car was parked on the side of the road. The front windshield was shattered. The person standing next to the car, giving him a tissue... It's not Lam Man. Khuong Hoa took a deep breath.

“Duong Duong?”

Tham Nghien immediately snatched the photo. The fingers squeezed so hard that the photo wrinkled.

“What... is this?”

I calmly looked at him.

“That day I brought clothing samples to Nam Kieu Street to deliver to customers.”

“I happened to meet your accident.”

“I pulled you out from the passenger seat.”

“The piece of glass cut my hand.”

“Before passing out…”

“He even grabbed my hand and asked me who I was.”

A confused look appeared in Tham Nghien's eyes. Lam Man suddenly shouted loudly.

"Not!"

“The one who saved me was you!”

“A Nghien!”

“The first person I saw after waking up was you!”