Chapter 9 — Three Thousand Yuan Every Month, In Return The Whole Family Is Ruined

That slap not only hit Vuong Lan in the face, but also crushed all the dignity and pride she had clung to for so many years, and at the same time tore apart the fake shell of "deep motherly love" between the two. Vuong Lan covered her face and looked at Chu Minh tremblingly, her eyes turned from disbelief to anger, then gradually sank into cold resentment.

“You… you dare to hit me?”

“For a foreign woman, you beat your own mother?”

Her voice was as shrill as fingernails scratching glass. Chu Minh was caught at the moment of losing control. He felt guilty when he looked at his hand and then at the red mark on his mother's face. A bit of regret flashed in his eyes... but he didn't apologize at all. The pent-up feeling for so long finally exploded.

“What if I fight?”

“You forced me!”

“If it weren't for you, would Tham Duyet have asked for a divorce?”

“If you weren't greedy, would this house have turned out like this?”

He pushed all responsibility onto Vuong Lan, as if just doing that could wipe everything out.

“I'm greedy?”

Vuong Lan burst out laughing like crazy.

"Who do I do it for? Not for you, for your brother, for this house?"

“I raised you and married you, and now you turn to me for a woman?”

“Chu Minh, are you still human!”

She started her familiar crying scene again. Previously, as long as she cried, Chu Minh's heart would immediately soften. But today... He just looked at her, his eyes cold.

“Stop playing that game.”

“I've had enough.”

"From tomorrow, I won't take care of this house anymore."

“I won't give you money anymore.”

“You and your daughter… take care of yourselves.”

After saying that, he turned and left without looking at me once. The door slammed shut again. In the living room, there were only Vuong Lan and I left. She was still crying, but this time it wasn't in a fake way... but in real despair. I walked over and sat down in front of her.

“How are you feeling, Mom?”

My voice is very light. She raised her head, her eyes filled with hatred.

"Tham Duyet, this bitch! It's you! It's all because of you!"

She waved her hand to scratch my face. I easily held her wrist tightly. So skinny that it's just skin and bones. I squeezed gently, and she was in so much pain that her face was distorted.

“Is it because of me?”

I leaned closer and looked straight into her eyes.

“Who pounded the table that day to force me to hand over my salary card?”

“Who took our money to satisfy your daughter?”

“Who turned this house into chaos?”

“Vuong Lan, you destroyed everything yourself.”

“I… just gave it a little push.”

Every sentence I said was like a knife cutting into her heart. She struggled and cursed like she had lost her mind.

"You won't die in peace! Even if I become a ghost, I won't forgive you!"

I let go, stood up, and looked down at her.

“Don't worry, she's far from dead.”

“But the pleasant life… is over.”

I took the phone and called Chu Tinh. The phone picks up very quickly.

"Sister-in-law? What's going on?"

Her voice was cheerful, probably still traveling.

“Your mother was beaten by your brother.”

I speak briefly. The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds.

"What? Impossible! Why did my brother hit my mother!"

“If you don't believe me, go see for yourself.”

I continued leisurely.

“Ah, by the way, your brother has left home, and he and I are about to divorce.”

“From now on, no one will give you 5,000 yuan to go out again.”

“You and your mother… take care of yourselves.”

I hung up. One can imagine how chaotic the other side is. Vuong Lan listened to the end of the call and stopped crying. She sat down down, like a pile of mud. Empty eyes, gray face. Her last hope... It's about to disappear. Because Chu Tinh loves money, not his mother. I stood there looking at it all. Mother and son turned away, brothers broke up. A family... completely collapsed. In my heart, I am neither happy nor sad. There was just a feeling… everything was finally over. Vuong Lan, Chu Minh, Chu Tinh. Everyone gets their price. This drama... has ended. I returned to my room and started packing my things. Three years of living here, but my stuff... actually doesn't have much. One suitcase is enough. At that moment, my phone rang. I picked up the phone.

“Hello, is this Ms. Tham Duyet?”

A deep male voice rang out.

“I am General Trieu's personal lawyer.”

“He authorized me to handle financial matters related to you.”

“Currently he has been detained by the authorities on suspicion of embezzlement and illegal capital mobilization.”

“The money you deposited with him… I'm afraid…”

I stood still. Ears ringing. General Zhao... has been arrested? So my money is nearly a hundred thousand... What should I do?