Chapter 14 — Three Calls at Dawn

I think this life still has meaning.” She looked up and looked at him. "And you, Luc Canh Tham, what did you do? He fired Lam Uyen Thanh, he started going home, he started taking care of his children. But do you know what that is called? That's called patching up, not respect." Luc Canh Tham knelt in front of her, unable to say a word. "Do you know where the difference is?" She asked, “The difference is that —— when they do those things, no one forces them to do them. As for you doing these things, it's because you realized you were about to die." She stood up, picked up her child and walked to the window. "You know, Luc Canh Tham, I've always been thinking about a problem - If there wasn't Co Da Dinh, without Tham Tu Dien, without Giang Du, would I really not be able to survive anymore? Am I really going to be buried in this villa, alone with my child, slowly turning into someone you completely don't recognize, even I can't recognize?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "The answer is —— yes. Without them, I really wouldn't be able to live anymore." She turned around and looked at his kneeling appearance on the floor. There was no sadness in her eyes, no softness, only a calm understanding. "So, Luc Canh Tham, you don't have to thank them. What you need to thank is —— they helped me support the sky that you couldn't support."—Chapter 5: I choose myself Two months later. To Niem Vi stood in front of the lawyer's office, holding a file of documents in her hand. The divorce agreement. She signed it. Luc Canh Tham also signed it. There was no torn face, no argument, not even any unnecessary conversation. He just signed his name on the last page, then asked her: “In the future, will you… choose one of the three of them?” To Niem Vi looked at him, silent for a long time. "No." "Why?" "Because I choose myself." She held her child and walked out of the lawyer's office, the sunlight shining on her face. Today she wears a white dress, light makeup, and her hair falls to her shoulders. Five months after giving birth, she finally regained her teenage weight. It wasn't that she lost weight on purpose, but after going back to work, the pressure and busyness made her lose weight naturally. Her new job will officially start next Monday. Creative Director of the design company of Co Thi Group, independent office, ground-level windows, can see the entire city skyline. When she walked out of the building alone holding her child, three cars were parked outside the door. Maybach, Porsche Cayenne, Wrangler. Co Da Dinh leaned against the door of the Maybach, wearing a neat suit, holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand. Tham Tu Dien sat in the driver's seat of the Cayenne, the car window rolled down, with a thermos in her hand - inside was the goji berry red apple tea she liked to drink. Giang Du stuck half of his body through the sunroof of the Wrangler, holding up a sign, on which was written: "Congratulations to Miss To Niem Vi for regaining your freedom!" To Niem Vi looked at the three of them and couldn't help but laugh. "Why is everyone here?" "Welcoming you home." Co Da Dinh said. "Send me home." Tham Tu Dien said. "Let's take you home." Giang Du said. Three sentences, three different meanings. To Niem Vi held her child, standing between three cars, the sun was beautiful, the wind was very light. "I can go home by myself," she said, "I have a car now." She pointed to the white Volvo parked in the corner of the parking lot - she used her first month's advance salary to buy it, registered in her name, not related to anyone. The three men were silent for a second. Then Giang Du was the first to laugh: "Okay, sister-in-law - no, Niem Niem, you drive first, we will follow." "No need to follow me." "No," Giang Du laughed, "If you get lost, then

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