Chapter 16 — Three Thousand Yuan Every Month, In Return The Whole Family Is Ruined

I threw my chair and rushed towards the door. Must report to the police. As soon as my hand touched the door handle— Chu Minh's scream rang out. Rips the air. I turned my head. And seeing the scene... I can't forget it for the rest of my life. Chu Minh hugged his stomach tightly and slowly fell down, bright red blood gushed out through his fingers, in the blink of an eye it dyed his white shirt red, the cleaver fell with a "clack" to the ground, the blade was still stained with blood. Vuong Lan stood still as if his soul had been drained, looking at his bloody hands and then at his son lying in a pool of blood, his trembling voice stammering: "No... not me... Minh... my son...". The space seemed to freeze, only the strong smell of blood and desperate cries remained. I watched Chu Minh's face gradually turn pale, looked at the pool of blood spreading, but my heart was completely empty, no longer afraid or pitiful. I took out my backup phone, my hands were shaking a bit but I still dialed the number, my voice strangely calm: "Hello, is it an emergency? Anh Duong apartment building, room 903, someone has been stabbed, need emergency help...". I continued to call the police, each word clearly: "Hello 110, I'm reporting, there was a knife incident causing injury here, address is room 903." Then I opened the door and walked out, without looking back at the blood-filled house. I took a deep breath of the hallway air, raised my head to look at the blue sky and sunlight, with only one thought left in my heart - I am free. The ambulance and police car arrived almost at the same time, sirens ripped through the apartment complex, neighbors poked their heads out to look, and I stood downstairs like a bystander, quietly observing it all. Chu Minh was carried on a stretcher, wearing an oxygen mask, his face as white as a withered leaf, then taken to an ambulance, then Vuong Lan was led out in handcuffs, her hair disheveled, her eyes empty like a soulless corpse. As she passed me, she stopped to look at me, her gray eyes filled with emotions that couldn't be named, and I just stood there calmly looking back, without saying a word. The police pushed her into the car, the siren sounded again and then left, leaving behind a heavy silence as if nothing had ever happened. At the police station, I sat all afternoon recounting the entire incident from beginning to end, my tone was calm as if I were telling someone else's story, without adding or subtracting a single detail. After listening, the old policeman just sighed, looked at me and said: "Girl, the past years have been hard for you." I paused and smiled softly: "It's okay, it's all over." That night I did not return to the sealed house but found a nearby hotel, showered, changed clothes and lay on the bed, looking at the white ceiling in an empty state. The phone rang, it was the hospital calling, I picked up and replied: "Yes, I am his wife", the voice on the other end calmly said: "The patient is out of danger, after emergency treatment he is temporarily stable".

"But due to too much blood loss, he is still in a coma and needs to stay in the hospital for further monitoring."

“Yes, I understand.”

I hung up the phone, there was no wavering in my heart, he wasn't dead - to me, it was just news that was neither good nor bad. When he died, Vuong Lan Thanh intentionally killed people, and when he lived, he just intentionally caused injury, to me... that's all. Whether he wakes up or not, what happens after he wakes up, all of that is no longer relevant to me. The divorce papers have been signed, waiting for him to wake up, just need Once the civil service completes the procedures, we can completely divide the road. The next day, I received a call from Chu Tinh, her voice was both crying and screaming: "Tham Duyet! Is it you? Is it you who harmed my mother and my brother?"

“You reported it to the police, right? How can you be so cruel? That's my mother, your mother-in-law!”

I didn't argue, just calmly asked one question: "Have you paid your brother's surgery fee yet?" The other end of the line immediately went silent, a few seconds later, a trembling voice rang out: "I... I don't have money...".

"Then don't waste your time screaming at me. If you have the strength, think of a way to save money to save your brother's life. By the way, tell your mother to cooperate well with the investigation so that you can get relief."

After I finished speaking, I immediately hung up. I'm not a holy mother, and I won't spend another penny or a little pity for them. In the following days, I started planning my life, contacted a lawyer to ask about asset division and received a clear answer - the house is pre-marital property, Chu Minh has no right to touch it. Evidence of his adultery only made him more disadvantaged in court, and I started applying for jobs all over again. Even though I lost all my money, I still had the ability, and with my record of being at the top of the company, I quickly received an interview invitation from a large enterprise. Everything seems to be returning to its correct orbit. A month later, Chu Minh was discharged from the hospital, and Chu Tinh came to pick him up. It was said that to raise money for surgery, she sold all her designer clothes and even borrowed from everywhere. After just one night, the pampered young lady was forced to grow up.