Chapter 2 — Return From Cold Storage

Leaving home, I started looking for a lawyer. But just like Co Tu Dien said, no one in Loc city dared to accept my case. I was just about to gather all my savings to hire one of the best lawyers in the capital when — in front of me, two familiar figures appeared. Co Tu Dien hugged To Van Van's waist, looking at me with cold eyes:

“Ah Am, now you know what's wrong, right?

I told you, as long as you sign the forgiveness form, life will be easy for everyone. At that time, we can still organize a solemn funeral for her..."

“No way!”

I interrupted him with a harsh voice, my eyes as sharp as knives staring at the two people in front of me:

“Unless you kill me too, as long as I live one day, this will never end!”

“Ah Yin!” – Co Tu Dien's voice suddenly turned cold –

“Think about your grandfather again, old people still have to rely on ventilators to maintain life!”

My whole body trembled:

"Co Tu Dien! Don't you dare touch him a little!"

His expression was awkward:

"I don't want that either, you forced me... You know, I promised Van Van's parents that I would..."

“That's enough!” – I interrupted him –

“Eight years into being husband and wife, whether you and To Van Van are repaying a favor or something else, I know better than you.”

I took a deep breath:

"Co Tu Dien, let's divorce."

As soon as I said the words "divorce", my tears fell uncontrollably. When we first got married, Co Tu Dien and I were a couple that everyone admired. I also thought we would always be this happy. Until three years ago — Before he died, Co Tu Dien's sworn brother, To Triet, asked him to take care of his sister. At that time she was just a girl who had just graduated from high school. But as they grew up, the relationship between the two became more and more ambiguous: He gave her gifts, soothed her to sleep, and even bought her underwear. It all caught my eye. It's not like I haven't said anything, but every time I open my mouth, he uses the same sentence to block my throat. The pampering from time to time made To Van Van more and more arrogant, even provoking her many times right in front of me. I persevere over and over again. But now for my sister, for my grandfather — I can't hold back anymore! Before Co Tu Dien could digest my words, I passed him and walked away. He quickly grabbed my hand, panic in his eyes:

“A Am, do you have to be so disruptive?

Okay, then let's each take a step: I'll make sure grandpa is safe, and you sign the forgiveness form, okay?"

“Co Tu Dien!” — I pulled my arms away from him —

“Divorce or appeal, I'm not bargaining with you!

I will definitely protect my grandfather's safety and my sister's innocence!” After saying that, I walked away, his angry screams could be heard behind me:

"Tan Van Am! Don't regret it!"

________________________________________ Leaving there, I went straight to the hospital. Along the way, I saw a series of news articles that were on the top search results: They all cursed my sister for not knowing how to keep herself, saying that she volunteered, that she was playing too much and died suddenly in bed. The video has been cut and posted online, the faces of the criminals are covered, and the sound has also been processed. The only thing that didn't change — was my sister's face. And To Van Van together with her accomplices, the innocent beauty disappeared from the screen. Going through each news one by one, I was so angry that I was shaking, my chest was so tight that I couldn't breathe. A year ago, Co Tu Dien had a car accident and blood flowed like a stream. At that time, only my sister's and To Van Van's blood types were compatible. To Van Van just cried out in fear of blood and ran away. As for my sister — without hesitation, she donated her blood to save him. Yet now... because of an ungrateful and ungrateful child, he can be so cruel! I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my skin, blood oozing out drop by drop. Arriving at the hospital, looking at my grandfather lying on the hospital bed, my tears - which had been suppressed along the way - immediately flowed out. His wrinkled hand full of age spots tried to lift it, his mouth emitting broken sounds. I hugged his hand and cried until I couldn't speak:

“Sir…”

The nurse next to me walked over:

“Miss Tan, perhaps the patient has something to tell you.”

I wiped my tears and watched the nurse take off my grandfather's oxygen mask. A weak, hoarse voice rang out:

“Ah… Sound… find… phone… contacts…”

After saying that, he was put on the oxygen mask again. Before I could react, Co Tu Dien's voice was heard behind me - cold and condescending:

“Wife, have you finished thinking?”