Chapter 8 — That Night of Fire

These words caused the smoldering fire of anger in my stomach to burn fiercely. I grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand and threw it straight at him. The cup smashed into the wall and shattered, shards shot all the way to his feet. "If you admit your mistake, will my child be able to live again?" Chu Nghien was pinned in place. My chest heaved violently, the wound was torn painfully: "If you kneel a few times, cry a few times, say one word to admit your mistake, then I have to touch the miscarriage wound and praise you for your understanding, right?" Tan Chieu held my shoulder tightly: "Te Hoa, don't move." I glared at Chu Nghien: "Get out, wait for the court to notify you." Chu Nghien looked at me, her eyes turned from pleading to panic, then from that panic was born a bit of the familiar stubbornness that I once knew. He picked up the divorce agreement, but did not sign it. "I will not divorce." He said: "You hate me now, I will wait until you calm down." The moment the door closed, Tan Chieu's face became even colder. "He will counterattack." I looked at the door: "I know." A person who can lock the door and trap his dying wife in a sea of fire will not become a saint just by crying a few times. He just discovered that what he was about to lose was more than he imagined. 【Chapter 5】 Zhou Yan's counterattack came very quickly. First, in the chat group of apartment complex residents, someone posted a secretly filmed video. In the video, I was in the hospital room throwing Hua Nhuy's bouquet of flowers, then breaking Chu Nghien's water cup. The caption reads: *I heard that this woman had an unstable mood before. Her husband is a firefighter, such a good person, yet she forced him to this point.* Below, someone chimed in: "No wonder 120 doesn't dare to drive the car arbitrarily." "Getting pregnant and then having a miscarriage is really pitiful, but you can't blame your husband for everything." "Ordinary firefighters have enough trouble saving people, please don't play tricks on me, family members. more.” I stared at those words, my fingers cold. Tan Chieu took the phone: "Don't look at it anymore." I said: "Take a screenshot for me." He looked at me. I repeated: “Take all the pictures.” Very quickly, the second wave came. Someone dug up my previous hospitalization records for low blood pressure and re-arranged them into evidence that I had been faking my illness for a long time. Another person posted a post online saying that after getting married, Chu Nghien paid all his salary, but I still didn't know how to do it, just because he went to attend his childhood birthday, he wanted to commit suicide, wasting public resources. The most disgusting thing is, Hua Nhuy used a virtual account to comment: *"She really knows how to act, Mr. A Nghien is too tired."* I looked at those three words "Mr. A Nghien", and almost crushed the phone. Tan Chieu said: "It has been investigated, the IP of the first few posts is related to Hua Nhuy, and the secretly recorded video was sent by Chu Nghien's mother to relatives." I laughed: "Their whole family is really united." That night, Chu's mother burst into the hospital room. She neatly tied her hair, and as soon as she entered the door, she pointed at me and said: "Lam Te Hoa, aren't you humiliating enough? You have to destroy my son to be willing?" I leaned back against the headboard, watching her perform. Chu's mother rushed to the bed: "Once the baby is gone, you can give birth again, but if Chu Nghien's future is lost, what will you have to pay for it?" I looked at her: "Say it again." She felt guilty by my eyes, but became even more enthusiastic: "Am I wrong? It's not a big deal for a woman to have a miscarriage. A few days of nourishment will make her feel better, right? Chu Nghien is the team."

That core member, if she really sues him, her conscience will be clear for the rest of her life