Chapter 7 — Two Million Yuan Ends Eight Years of Marriage

On the other end of the line, her screams were sharp and deafening.

"Kha Tinh! You're such a hard-hearted person!"

“You want to force this whole family to death before you agree!”

"If something happens to Van Bo, I won't forgive you even if I die!"

I held the phone away a bit, waited for her to finish screaming before putting it back to my ear.

“Where is he?”

My voice was cold as ice. She paused, seemingly not expecting me to remain so calm.

“At… on the roof of the Thien Thinh building, opposite our house!”

"Come quickly! The police and fire department are both here! He said he won't come down if he doesn't see you!"

"It's all your fault! Comet!"

She started cursing again. I didn't pay attention to that madness, I just quietly analyzed the information I just heard. Thien Thinh Building. Thien Thinh Building, which is an iconic building in the city center, the most crowded place. He chose the right place. Do you really want to die, or do you just want to act for the whole world to see? The answer is so obvious. Chu Van Bac, who valued face more than life, could accept ending his life in such a pathetic way. It's just a last resort trick when pushed to the edge, despicable but also funny. One cried, two rioted, three wanted to jump off the building. Does he think I'm still the same old Kha Tinh, psychologically manipulated, bound by so-called love?

“Have you reported to the police yet?”

"Alarmed! Even the fire department is here! Come quickly, or you won't make it in time!"

Her voice was urgent and trembling.

“There were police and fire there, which means there were professionals handling it.”

I said, as if discussing unfamiliar news.

“I believe in their abilities.”

“What… what do you mean by that?”

She couldn't believe it.

“I made it very clear.”

Every word I said was chilling and chilling.

“That's your son, not mine.”

“Whether he lives or dies is his choice, it has nothing to do with me.”

“I'm not a police officer, nor a negotiator. What did I come for, to pick up bodies?”

“Kha Tinh, I…”

There was a cold sniffle on the other end of the line. Perhaps she never thought I would say such words.

“I said it one last time.”

My patience has run out.

“We have entered the stage of divorce litigation, legally speaking, we are no longer involved.”

“His life and death, his debts, his family, have nothing to do with me.”

“If he really jumped down, it would only prove that he is a coward, someone who does not dare to face the consequences of his own actions.”

I stopped for a moment, my voice cold as a knife.

"If you continue to call and harass me and my family, I will immediately apply for a new protection order and submit all audio recordings as evidence in court."

"At that time, Chu Van Bac not only lost the case, but also suffered more severe consequences for disregarding the law."

Having finished speaking, I hung up the phone. At the same time, drag her number to the block list. The whole world immediately quieted down. I looked out the window, the city lights were still as bright as ever. But somewhere, a ridiculous play is being performed. A play directed by me, with Chu Van Bac as the main actor. There is no guilt in my heart, no wavering. Once his heart is dead, his life and death will no longer have ripples. I picked up another phone, called lawyer Vuong, and calmly told him everything incident. The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds, then laughed lightly.

“Kha Tinh, you did it right.”

“Definitely do not go to the scene.”

"Your appearance will only make his emotions more agitated. If something happens, even if it's not your fault, public opinion will fall on you."

“The Chu family is trying to use public pressure to force you.”

“This could very well be their final counterattack.”

"I get it."

“So what should I do now?”

“There's no need to do anything.”

The lawyer's voice was calm.

"Someone like him, considering his face is bigger than the sky, will never really jump down."

“This is just a pity show, a failed moral kidnapping.”

“When he himself can't act anymore, everything will end on its own.”

I hung up the phone, sat down on the sofa, and waited quietly. Sure enough, not long after, Lam Nguyet's messages flooded in. These are videos shot at the scene. At the foot of Thien Thinh building, people surrounded three layers. The rescue air mattress has been spread out. Police lights flashed, reflecting curious and excited faces. Zoom lens to the rooftop. A thin figure stood close to the edge, waving his arms and screaming downwards. Even though I couldn't hear clearly, I still recognized that face distorted with anger and despair. It's Chu Van Bac. Behind him, his parents sat on the ground, crying and screaming. The acting is too good.