Chapter 7 — The end of filial piety is learning to let go

I showed the thick stack of papers to the nearest neighbors to see. The expression on their faces... From contempt. Turned into surprise. I continued to take a few more sheets of paper.

“This is a bill for a routine medical examination at a private hospital.”

“Nutritional food purchase receipt.”

“Rehabilitation and physical therapy costs for grandmother.”

“All documents are complete.”

“For the past three years…”

“The total amount I spent on my grandmother was about 350,000 yuan.”

The crowd immediately stirred. Rumors arose everywhere. I looked straight at the two of you. Their faces were pale.

“Is it because you don't take care of your grandmother?”

“Or…”

“You guys just finished dividing six houses in your grandmother's name.”

“The total value is nearly 10,000,000 yuan.”

“And yet, even the 8,000 yuan fee to hire a maid every month…”

"Can't bear to give it up?"

“You guys single-handedly made grandma become like this.”

“And then drove her to my door.”

“What do you guys want anyway?”

“Do you want to continue making me the victim?”

“Just scolded me for being an outsider…”

“You just forced me to raise your biological mother…”

“So you guys can move into your new house with peace of mind?”

Every word I say... Is like a knife. Rip off their mask of hypocrisy. Trieu Quoc Cuong's face turned pale. When your face is white. Lips trembling. Couldn't say a word. Trieu Quoc Phu constantly avoided everyone's eyes. Head bowed. Don't dare look at anyone. The chatter of the crowd... Has completely changed direction.

“The six houses have been completely divided.”

“Don't let my niece have one.”

“And you still force people to spend money to support you?”

“What biological uncle is this?”

“Obviously bloodsuckers!”

“It's too much!”

“My biological mother refused to raise me.”

“Forcing my niece to bear all the burden!”

Trieu Quoc Cuong was so embarrassed that he became angry. He suddenly rushed up. Grasping the handle of my grandmother's wheelchair.

“I don't care!”

“Today you must accept her!”

He screamed like crazy. Then use force... Push the wheelchair towards me.

“Mom is your grandmother!”

“Today…”

“If you don't accept it, you still have to accept it!”

The wheelchair rushed towards me by inertia. My mother screamed loudly. Don't avoid it at all. Right before the wheelchair hit me, I leaned slightly to the side, reaching out to firmly grasp the handrail. The car immediately stopped. Grandma looked up at me in panic. In those eyes... Only fear remained. And shame. Trieu Quoc Cuong completely did not expect that I would do that. He stood frozen in place.

“Want to push her to me?”

I looked straight at him. The voice was cold as ice.

“I accept.”

The entire crowd was stunned. My mother was stunned. My two uncles were also stunned. They thought I had given up. Thought... They won.

“I have the conditions.”

I held the wheelchair and turned around to look at all the neighbors.

“I agree to continue taking care of my grandmother.”

“But on condition…”

“Six cousins just got six houses yesterday...”

“You must sign a legally valid support agreement with me.”

The crowd immediately quieted down. I continued talking.

“The content is very simple.”

“First thing.”

“From today onwards, it's all at grandma's expense.”

“Including the cost of hiring a maid.”

“Costs for medical examination and treatment.”

“Living expenses.”

“It will all be divided equally by the seven of us grandchildren.”

"No one exception.”

“Second thing.”

“The responsibility of care is also divided equally.”

“Seven families take turns.”

“One house per week.”

“No one is allowed to hide.”

“Third thing.”

“To ensure fairness.”

“Six houses just divided yesterday...”

“I must immediately transfer the name back to my grandmother.”

“After my grandmother passed away…”

“The entire property will be considered heritage.”

“At that time…”

“Ten people will inherit together.”

“Including seven grandchildren.”

“And you two.”

“Each person gets an equal share.”

Where am I talking? His two faces were so unsightly. When I finished speaking. Their faces were as black as the bottom of the pot.

“You dream!”

The eldest aunt rushed out from behind the crowd. Pointed his finger at me and shouted.

"The house has been divided to Trieu Vi!"

“Based on what should I get it?”

Second aunt also immediately chimed in.

“That's right!”

“You're just someone with a different last name!”

"Based on what qualifications do you demand a division of the Trieu family's assets?"

I laughed.

“Just now…”

“Don't people say they're all one family?”

“How…”

“Just talking about houses.”

“I turned into an outsider again?”

“All…”

“You all disagree, right?”