Chapter 20 — There Are Positions You Can Only Hold For Yourself

Finally bowed his head.

“Nothing.”

“It's just that Tieu Dinh's health is not good.”

“Let's do a little surgery.”

The blue veins on Tran Kien Nghiep's temples appeared.

“It's come to this.”

“Do you still want to hide it?”

Manh Dinh suddenly burst out laughing. The laughter was very soft. Cold again, like broken glass scraping on the ground.

“Uncle Vuong.”

“You really know how to talk.”

“That year…”

“Uncle told me the same thing.”

“This is just a very small matter.”

“Don't tell Tran Nhien.”

“Lest it pressure you.”

“Waiting for it to return home.”

“Wait until he stabilizes his career.”

“Wait for it to stand.”

“I will give you an explanation.”

She turned her head to look at Tran Nhien. Tears silently flowed down his face.

“But it's been three years.”

“The explanation you gave me.”

“It's for me to sit next to him and watch him get engaged to someone else.”

Tran Nhien felt like something hit him hard. His whole body staggered slightly.

“Make it clear.”

“What is the explanation anyway?”

Manh Dinh looked at him. There was resentment in his eyes. Just had a bit of ridiculous expectation.

“That night.”

“You drink too much.”

“You said you didn't want to go back to that cold room.”

“You are the only one who understands me.”

“I forgot everything.”

“But I still remember.”

In the banquet hall, soft sounds of breathing sounded. My father immediately stepped forward to block me. Like I was afraid those dirty words would shoot at me. But my heart doesn't hurt like I imagined. The previous betrayals were too many. Until this moment. I just feel cold. Tran Nhien's voice was hoarse.

“No way.”

“That night I was so drunk that I lost consciousness.”

“If something really happened.”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

Manh Dinh stared at him.

“I wanted to say.”

“But it was Uncle Vuong who came to me first.”

Ms. Vuong Le suddenly raised her head.

“Don't talk nonsense.”

Manh Dinh seemed to have completely no longer wanted to be afraid of anything.

"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, you know in your heart."

“You were the one who took me to the clinic.”

“It was you who signed the guarantee.”

“You paid for it yourself.”

“Uncle said Tran Nhien cannot be destroyed just because of this.”

"You also said, if I really love him, don't use this to tie him down."

Ms. Vuong Le's face turned gray, her whole body staggered as if she was about to fall. Tran Kien Nghiep stared at her, his voice seemed to be forced out from between his teeth.

“What did you sign?”

Ms. Vuong Le opened her mouth.

“I am also for the Tran family.”

“At that time, Nhien Nhien was about to join the board of directors, we couldn't let such a loss of face happen.”

“I think we should just push this matter aside for now, and figure it out later.”

Tran Nhien's eyes turned red little by little.

“So everyone knows.”

“Are you the only one who doesn't know?”

Manh Dinh cried and laughed at the same time.

“Are you still pretending to be the victim now?”

"I don't know, so I can honestly marry Giang Nguyet."

“And I know, so every day I feel like I'm locked in that examination room.”

I stood next to him and suddenly spoke up.

“So today, this evidence is what you intend to use in exchange for his turning back.”

Manh Dinh's crying stopped for a moment. She looked at me, an awkward look flashing in her eyes. I continued talking.

“It's not because you want to find out Real."

“She just saw that he was really about to get engaged, so she decided to drag everyone into the water with her.”

Old Tien stood next to him and gently clicked his tongue.

“Miss Giang is right on point.”

Manh Dinh screamed.

“You shut up.”

At that moment, a commotion rang out outside the banquet hall. The manager rushed in, his face even whiter than before.

"Mr. Tran, someone outside posted a screenshot of the clinic's email online."

“The content has already begun to be read in the live broadcast room.”

Tran Kien Nghiep suddenly turned to look at Ms. Vuong Le. Ms. Vuong Le's legs became weak and she finally fell down on the chair. The noise from outside echoed through the door, like a pot of water boiling over. Someone called the Tran family heir. Someone shouted about a clinic abroad. There were also people who kept asking if the email was real or fake. Tran Kien Nghiep stood still, his face turning pale little by little. All his life he valued face the most. But today, his dignity was torn apart layer by layer by his own son, his wife, and the girl he raised next to him in front of everyone. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped Tran Nhien's face hard. This slap sound was even louder than the slap Tran Nhien hit Manh Dinh just now. Tran Nhien's head was tilted to one side, but he still didn't move for a long time. Ms. Vuong Le screamed and rushed forward.

“Why are you hitting me?”

“This is not his fault alone.”

Tran Kien Nghiep glared at her.

“So whose fault is it?”

“Am I the one who brought Manh Dinh to his side?”