Chapter 8 — Traps for Mother-in-law

At that moment, I suddenly felt that life could truly grow again from the beginning. Like a lawn that has been burned by fire, black and ugly, but when spring comes, young shoots will still grow. In the evening, after cleaning up, I hugged Doan Doan and sat on the balcony looking at the lights downstairs. The baby lay face down on my shoulder, so sleepy that his little head kept nodding. I gently patted my child's back. The phone suddenly lit up. No calls, no messages. But comments appeared on the screen. 【If you stop Ma Que Phan that night, three days later she will go to the kindergarten gate to take the child.】 【Tuong Khai Nien will help her report to the police, saying that she is mentally unstable, intentionally preventing her grandmother from visiting her grandchild.】 【They will drag things out for half a year, causing her to collapse in constant arguments and struggles.】 Looking at those words, I feel uneasy in my heart. It still feels cold like before. The last line slowly appeared. 【She let them walk into the trap, then closed the door herself. The baby is safe.】 The text stopped for a few seconds and then gradually faded. 【Family is not a home made up of blood relations. Family is someone she is willing to protect, and absolutely will not exchange them for money.】 The screen returned to normal. I looked at the darkened phone screen and saw my face reflected inside. Haggard. Skinny. But the eyes are very bright. Doan Doan rubbed my neck dreamily, moaning softly. I bowed my head and kissed my child. "Go to sleep." The child closed his eyes, his fingers still holding my collar tightly. Just like that night, when I was carried away by Ma Que Phan. Only this time, no one can take my child from my arms. That night, my mother-in-law pushed open the door and walked in. Everyone thought I was crazy, so I took the initiative to hand the baby over to her. But only I know. I did not give my son to her. I gave the knife handle to the bad guy, making her think she had won. Then, before she could take down the knife, I held her tightly and took both her and the knife to jail. My child is not a bargaining chip for anyone to use. My family is no longer a place where anyone who wants to can can enter. From now on, this door is opened by me and closed by me.