Chapter 7 — The Day I Saved 400,000 Yuan

Like a wild animal driven to the edge of a cliff.

"What did you do to my father?"

"What did you send him?"

"What can I do to him?"

My voice was calm.

"I just sent you your spending statements for the past two years."

"A copy for my dad."

"A copy for my sister."

"Let them see."

"How talented my filial son is."

On the other end of the line, a sharp intake of breath was heard. These are chaotic sounds. The nurse's voice was panicked. The sound of the vital monitor continuously alarmed. Along with Tran Quyen's cries.

"Dad, wake up!"

"Dad, don't scare me!"

"Come here quickly!"

"My dad is not okay!"

I slightly raised my eyebrows.

"It seems your father has read it."

"He was so angry that you made him sick, right?"

"You wicked woman!"

Tran Hao's voice trembled. I don't know because of anger. Or out of fear.

"If your father has any fate."

"I absolutely will not forgive you!"

"If something happens to your father."

"It's because you made me angry."

"Not me."

I leisurely wiped the corners of my lips.

"Tran Hao."

"If you have any conscience left."

"Then you must know clearly."

"Who is the person who made your father lie in the hospital bed today?"

"You take my hard-earned money."

"Go buy handbags."

"Buy jewelry."

"Raising another woman."

"Have you ever thought about your father's surgery money?"

"When you spent more than 300,000 yuan to support your mistress."

"Have you ever thought about your father's life?"

"Are you turning to blame me?"

My every word. Like a basin of cold water. Throw it straight on his head. Tran Hao was silent. The other end of the line. Only Tran Quyen's hoarse cry remained. And the sounds of emergency doctors. A very long time later. He just spoke up again.

"On Tinh..."

The voice was extremely tired. Bring your supplication.

"You are wrong."

"I really know it's wrong."

"Can I go back?"

"Let's not divorce anymore."

"I'll pay for the surgery first."

"Save your father first."

"Then we go home."

"Live well like before."

Live well? I almost burst out laughing.

"Tran Hao."

"Do you think I'm that stupid?"

"It's come to this."

"Do you still want to trick me?"

"From today onwards."

"Your father's life and death."

"It doesn't concern me even a penny."

"Instead of begging me."

"You should go pray to your goddess."

"Let's see if she's willing to sell handbags."

"Selling necklaces."

"To save your father's life or not."

I hung up. Hear a long beeping sound on the phone. I slowly let out a breath. In this war. I won the first game. I didn't go to the hospital to see the excitement. I don't want to see those people's faces. I change clothes. Then drove to my mother's house. I need a quiet place. To think about the next path to take. Just arrived downstairs at Mom's house. The phone vibrated again. It's a message from Tran Hao. More than a dozen news in a row. The content is almost identical. All sorry. All asking for my forgiveness. Beg me to come back. He said he broke up with Tham Nhuoc Dao. Speaking in my heart, it's just me. Say you can't live without me. I looked at those fake words. Just feel nauseous. I answered back with four words.

"See you at the Civil Affairs Department."

I pulled all his contact methods into the block list. I originally thought. This is the end of this story. Two days later. I received an unexpected call. The caller came. It's Tham Nhuoc Dao again. She made an appointment to meet me. Want to talk to me once. The place Tham Nhuoc Dao arranged to meet me was a luxurious coffee shop. Glass door close to the ground. Melodious light music. The air smelled faintly of coffee mixed with perfume. Very true to the image of "elegant goddess" that she has always built. When I arrived. She had been sitting there before. A spot next to the window. On her body is a pure white dress. Long hair hanging down to the waist. Perfect flawless makeup. In front of you is a glass of latte. Next to it is a branded handbag. At first glance, she looks like the female lead in a romantic love story. I pulled out a chair and sat down opposite. Don't order drinks.

"If you want to say something, say it quickly."

I get straight to the point.

"My time is limited."

Maybe she didn't expect me to be so direct. Pause for a second. Then he put on his familiar gentle smile.

"Ms. On Tinh."

"Don't be so hot-tempered."

The voice is soft like water.

"I asked you to come here today without any malice."

"Just wanted to talk to you."

"Between me and you."

"There's nothing to say."