Chapter 10 — The Day I Saved 400,000 Yuan

"Tran Hao."

"This year."

"The money you spent on me."

"Does it exceed 5,000 yuan?"

"Have you ever bought me any clothes that cost more than 300 yuan?"

"Do you remember my birthday?"

"Do you remember our wedding day?"

My every question rang out. His head bowed a little lower. To the end. Tran Hao's whole body almost cringed. Like a wild dog stripped of its cover. The chatter around grew louder and louder.

"I thought he was a nice guy."

"I didn't expect to live on my wife's money."

"More than 300,000 yuan to raise a girlfriend?"

"It's really too much."

"Such a good wife but she still doesn't know how to appreciate it."

Scornful eyes. Whispers. Like countless needles. Straight into him.

"Do you still want me to forgive you now?"

I closed the notebook. Looking down from above at the man kneeling on the ground.

"Tran Hao."

"Between us."

"It's been paid a long time ago."

"Something you owe me."

"It's not like an apology can pay it off."

"Don't let me see you again."

I bent down. Pick up the tiramisu. Then turn around. Enter the house. Behind the back. It was Tran Hao's desperate sobs. These are the contemptuous gossip of the neighbors. But I didn't turn back. Not even once. Because I know. The moment I took out that notebook. Everything between me and him. It's completely over. No more resentment. No more attachment. There is also no longer any possibility of going back. From now on. Everyone go their separate ways. How does he live? No longer relevant to me. The scene where I opened my notebook right in front of my house that day. Soon it spread throughout the residential area. Tran Hao became the laughing stock of the whole area. From then on. He did not appear again. I heard that after leaving my house. He moved into the company's dormitory temporarily. Tham Nhuoc Dao also completely cut off contact with him. Block all contact methods. He truly became a loner. One week later. I received a phone call from Tran Quyen. Her voice was no longer harsh and harsh like before. Only fatigue and hoarseness remained.

"My father wants to see you."

"How is his condition?"

"The surgery was successful."

Tran Quyen's voice is very small.

"I sell cars."

"Then go borrow everywhere."

"Finally, I reluctantly gathered enough money."

"Tran Hao..."

She stopped for a moment. There was clear disappointment in his voice.

"Not even a penny is spent."

I was a bit surprised.

"What does he want to see me for?"

"If it's to persuade me to go back."

"Then there's no need."

"Not."

Tran Quyen sighed softly.

"He just wanted..."

"Say sorry to her."

"He said."

"There's something I want to tell you."

"It's something related to my mother."

Mentioning mother-in-law. My heart softened slightly. I still agree. I bought a fruit basket. Take it to the hospital. When entering the hospital room. I almost didn't recognize my father-in-law. He lay on the hospital bed. Lost a lot of weight. Her hair is more than half white. The face is full of wrinkles and age spots. It's only been half a month. He looked like he was ten years older. Saw me coming in. In those cloudy eyes, countless complex emotions appeared. And also a little subtle dependency. Tran Quyen found an excuse to go out. In the hospital room. There's only me and you left.

"I'm here ah."

He spoke first. Weak voice. I nodded. Place the fruit basket on the nightstand.

"How is your health?"

"Not dead yet."

He laughed to himself. But as soon as I touched the incision, the pain made me wince. He was silent for a long time. I have difficulty opening my mouth.

"On Tinh..."

"Sorry baby."

I paused a bit. This is the first time after many years of knowing each other. I heard him say two words sorry.

"Our Tran family..."

"Something wrong with you."

He looked up at the ceiling. The corners of the eyes are red.

"I'm not a good person."

"I always considered my child an outsider."

"Consider your child as a tool to make money for the family."

"I suppose the money is yours."

"It's Tran Hao's money."

"It's also our family's money."

"I was wrong."

I didn't reply. Just listen quietly. The apologies come too late. It no longer makes much sense. The wound already exists. Scars have also formed. It's not like an apology can erase everything.

"My mother-in-law..."

He choked.

"Before I died."

"She held my hand."

"Tell me again and again."

"Said that the person she was most worried about in this life."

"It's me."

I was speechless.

"Her son is not trustworthy."

"Her husband is no good either."

"She said after she left."

"You must treat your child kindly."

"Don't let your child suffer."

"You are the daughter-in-law she hand-picked."

"It's the best gift she left for this family."

Tears fell from his eyes. The voice choked.