Chapter 19 — Three Weeks of Closure

The night wind caressed his face, but he felt more comfortable in that room. The next morning, he went to a meeting with human resources. The department head and head of human resources were both present. On the table is a record of the disturbance in the lobby yesterday, along with a report from the receptionist. The head of the human resources department said very bluntly. "Luc Thua Binh, your father's behavior has affected the company's image." "Recently, your errors in work have been quite a lot." "The company decided to send you a written warning letter." Luc Thua Binh took the matter seriously. "I accept." The department head looked at him, his tone softened. "Family matters should be resolved quickly." "If it affects work again." Moreover, the consequences later will not be just a warning.” When he walked out of the meeting room, his whole body felt like it was hollowed out. At that moment the phone vibrated. It's an email. The sender was the lawyer's mailbox forwarded by Tham Ngoc Cam. Luc Thua Binh pressed open. Attached is an official document. Draft divorce agreement. He stared at those six words, his chest as if he had been hit with a sledgehammer. The first page of the document is written very clearly. The house is personally owned by Ha Ninh. Joint debts and joint account statements after marriage will be reconciled item by item. Luc Thua Binh arbitrarily locked the key, leading to loss, and will be held separately responsible. Luc Thua Binh's fingers trembled and he pulled down. The last page also has a note. If agreement cannot be reached within seven days, a lawsuit will be filed in court. He stood in the company hallway, his ears ringing. A colleague passed by and called out to him. He didn't react at all. He just stared at Ha Ninh's name on the screen. A while later, he dialed the training center's landline. The voice of the teacher on the switchboard was still polite. "May I ask if you have anything?" Luc Thua Binh's voice was hoarse. "I want to find Ha Ninh." The other person paused for a moment. "Student Ha Ninh is in the middle of a test." "Personal matter is not urgent, please excuse me." Luc Thua Binh closed his eyes tightly. "Is divorce considered urgent?" The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. "This belongs to personal matters." “Please contact the legal representative according to the information she left.” The phone was hung up again. Luc Thua Binh held the phone tightly and finally understood. Ha Ninh is not waiting for him to admit his mistake. She closed the door. And this time, to have the right to knock on the door, he also had to have someone else's consent. 16The night the divorce agreement was sent, Luc Thua Binh did not return to the hotel. He sat on the bench downstairs at the company, from dawn until nightfall. The phone screen continuously lights up. Luc Duc Hai called him a useless coward. Truong My Quyen complained of high blood pressure. Luc Xuan Mai cried and begged him to think of a way. There were also dissuasive voice messages from relatives. "Husband and wife don't have any overnight hatred." "The woman makes a little noise, just bow your head and that's it." "Even though the house is in her name, but we've been married for six years, could it be that she's forcing me to leave empty-handed." Luc Thua Binh heard the four words leave empty-handed, his fingers suddenly stopped. He had never seriously thought about owning a house before. In his heart, Ha Ninh going to the market to cook, paying the bank loan, and cleaning the house are all natural duties between husband and wife. But when the agreement laid out each debt on black and white paper, he could clearly see how much bargain he had extracted from this house. The deposit does not belong to him.

Most of the home loan money is not his part. He doesn't bother with housework. His relatives couldn't stop him. To the very end, he couldn't even keep a key. At ten o'clock at night, he still went to the hotel. The hallway reeked of instant noodles. Luc Xuan Mai's three children were playing loudly at the elevator door, almost crashing into the cleaning truck. Truong My Quyen hugged Tieu Bao and sat outside the door, her face long. "You still know how to show your face?" Luc Thua Binh did not answer. Luc Xuan Mai rushed out of the room, his eyes as puffy as walnuts. "Thua Binh, Chi Cuong's side forced them to pay the money." "The police said the amount of money was not large, but if it was recorded, what would they do?" "In the future, what face will he have to act as a human being?" Luc Thua Binh looked at her. "When everyone took the things, did you think about how Ha Ninh would go home later?" Luc Xuan Mai paused, then burst into tears. "Now you only think about Ha Ninh." "Your sister was forced to this point, don't you feel sorry?" Luc Thua Binh tiredly closed his eyes. "Sister, no one forced you to rummage through her closet, no one forced your brother-in-law to take her ring." Luc Duc Hai walked out of the room. "That's enough." "You didn't come to admit your mistakes, but to teach us about life?" Luc Thua Binh put up the printed divorce agreement. table.