Chapter 9 — Ten Years of Loving You, A Lifetime of Learning to Love Yourself

On her face, she forced a forced smile that was even more unsightly than crying.

“You see…”

“Things have come to this.”

“A Thuy knows she was wrong.”

“I respect your love…”

“We were once a family.”

“Can you forgive him this time?”

“Let me take care of the company.”

“But... can we keep a position for him?”

“Let him keep some shares.”

“Don't push it into a corner.”

"Is that Okay?"

“As long as you agree…”

“Mommy will force A Thuy to break up with that vixen when she comes back!”

“The baby doesn't need it anymore!”

“We will return to the way we were before, living well together as a family.”

Looking at her previously overbearing face, now with her head bowed and begging... I just feel nauseous. This is Tran Thuy's mother. A selfish woman to the extreme. Respect men and despise women. There aren't any rules. She doesn't care at all... The only thing she cares about... Is whether her son will continue to give her a prosperous life or not. Only now... I truly understand. Affectation. The coldness in Tran Thuy's personality... Inherited from somewhere. As expected... Like mother, like child. I stood up. Slowly walk in front of her.

"Cannot."

I looked straight into her eyes. Say each word clearly.

“You and Tran Thuy…”

“Can never go back.”

“Khai Hang Technology...”

“There will also no longer be any relationship with him.”

"And the grandchild that I'm looking forward to..."

“You should go find his father.”

“Not looking for you.”

She didn't expect... I would refuse so decisively. The smile on his face immediately disappeared. Instead, there were eyes full of resentment.

“To Nhien!”

“Don't let the water encroach!”

“There will come a day when you will regret it!”

“There will definitely come a day when you will regret it!”

She cursed and was promptly rushed out by security guards to "invite" her out. Finally... The office is quiet again. I looked at the puddle of chicken soup scattered all over the floor. There were no waves in my heart. The cold feeling in my heart is getting deeper and deeper. Right at that moment. The phone in my hand rang. It's lawyer Vuong.

“President To.”

“It has been investigated.”

His voice had never been so heavy.

“The person Tran Thuy met in Baden-Baden...”

“Not an individual.”

“But the person in charge of a private sanatorium.”

“That organization…”

“Only accepting one type of patient.”

I immediately asked. The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Lawyer Vuong slowly said a medical term. A term that made my whole body feel like I was falling straight into an ice cellar.

“Huntington's disease.”

Huntington's disease. A rare, genetic disease that belongs to the group of neurodegenerative diseases. People with the disease will gradually have unwanted convulsive movements, and their cognitive ability and mental state will also decline over time. The scariest thing is... This is an incurable disease. From the onset of illness to death, it usually only lasts about ten to twenty years. Even scarier... If one of you is the patient, your children will have a 50% chance of inheriting it. My mind immediately made a buzzing sound. All thoughts become empty.

“Lawyer Vuong…”

“Are you sure?”

My voice trembled.

“I'm sure.”

“I found a caregiver who used to work at that nursing home.”

“That person said, three years ago there was An Asian man named Tran took his father to the hospital.”

“He is a typical Huntington's patient.”

“Furthermore... the disease is in the final stage.”

Tran Thuy's father... Since the wedding, I've only met him once. He is a man of few words. Looks completely healthy. At that time, Tran Thuy once said... His father liked quiet so he always recuperated in the countryside. The so-called convalescence... is quietly waiting for death in a sanatorium in Germany. But Tran Thuy... is your son. That also means... He has a 50% chance of carrying the gene that causes that deadly disease. I put down the phone. My whole body seemed to be drained of strength. The whole person went limp and sat down on the chair. A lot of things I never understood before... Now it's like separate pieces of a puzzle, slowly coming together to form a complete picture. Why every time I mention having children... Tran Thuy always finds every reason to refuse? Why did he insist on signing the Shareholder Name Agreement that included a betrayal clause? Why, after I retired to take care of my family... Did he still leave the power to decide the company's fate in my hands? Why is he suddenly eager to marry Lam Hieu... Then he must have a son? Why, after I took everything back... He, unlike any other man, rushed to fight with me... But just locked himself in his room? And that photo too... His eyes looked at me in the office. Not a precaution. Desperate. He knows. I could very well be a sick person. A person can get sick at any time. Can become an out of control person. Lost all dignity. Lost all dignity. Then become a burden to everyone who loves you. He does not dare to give birth. He is afraid... That curse will continue to pass to the next generation. He put 60% of the shares in my name. Also locked with that seemingly unreasonable betrayal clause. That's not a trap.