Chapter 18 — Wedding Day Without Bride

When Khuong Van arrived, the door was only slightly closed, and the inside smelled strongly of pine oil. Pho Thinh Lan insisted on following, but she left her at the end of the alley. Aunt Trieu was about to curse, but Aunt Lam held back:

“Just let her go on her own. She is no longer the child who needs guidance like before.”

Khuong Van pushed the door and walked in. Hua Tri Ha stood next to the easel, holding a paper knife in her hand. The small portrait was pinned on a shelf, the edge of the drawing paper had a shallow cut. Khuong Van stopped three steps away:

“Put down the knife.”

Hua Tri Ha smiled wryly:

"Now that your eyes are clear, your speech is completely different."

“What do you want?”

“Disclaim.” Hua Tri Ha glared at her, "And also, openly admitted last night that you misunderstood me. The painting was stolen by Do Minh Vien, and has nothing to do with me."

Khuong Van looked at the tip of the knife:

“Do you think I will agree?”

Hua Tri Ha pressed hard, the drawing paper tore a little more:

"If you don't agree, I will destroy it. Your mother is dead, the painting is gone, how can you win against me?"

Khuong Van did not step forward:

"Hua Tri Ha, until now do you still think I'm fighting over Pho Thinh Lan with you?"

Hua Tri Ha shouted:

"That's how it is! Without you, he would have married me a long time ago."

Khuong Van asked: "Whose baby is it?" Hua Tri Ha's face changed:

"It's Thinh Lan's."

"The ultrasound card was taken by the Pho family's cousin before you returned home. Who else are you trying to fool?"

Hua Tri Ha gritted her teeth:

"So what? Pho's mother needs a grandchild, Tinh Lan needs an heir, I give them a child, they must appreciate me."

Khuong Van took out her phone, the recording interface was lit on the screen. Hua Tri Ha was stunned, then burst out laughing:

"Just record it. I say the baby is not Pho Thinh Lan's, so what? Do you think he will immediately stop loving me? He is soft-hearted, as long as I cry, he will still protect me."

From outside the door came Pho Thinh Lan's voice:

“So the baby isn't really mine?”

Hua Tri Ha turned around. Pho Thinh Lan stood by the door, her face even more unsightly than the plaster on the outside wall. Khuong Van didn't even look at him. Hua Tri Ha panicked:

"Thin Lan, listen to my explanation, I'm just afraid of losing you."

Deputy Thinh Lan walked in step by step:

"I arrested you for deceiving Khuong Van, stealing her paintings, and forcing her to take tests for this child."

Hua Tri Ha cried and shook her head:

"It was my own volition! Don't blame me for everything. I wanted the Pho family to turn around, I missed Khuong Van's resources, and I also missed you. Why are you playing the victim now?"

Pho Thinh Lan paused. This time, no one spoke for him anymore. Hua Tri Ha noticed his wavering and suddenly put a knife right in the middle of the painting:

"Don't come here! Pho Tinh Lan, if you dare to abandon me, I will destroy it."

Khuong Van spoke up:

“That picture is a fake.”

Hua Tri Ha was stunned. Pho Thinh Lan was also stunned. Khuong Van walked to the next cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out a neatly folded sheet of moisture-proof paper:

"My mother's paintings all use cotton paper that she cut herself. The paper in your hand has the wrong grain."

Hua Tri Ha did not believe:

"No way, Do Minh Vien said this is real."

Aunt Lam walked in from outside the door:

“In the batch of paintings Do Minh Vien stole, there were ten paintings There are seven copies that were intentionally smuggled out by Master Khuong. She has long been prepared for people like you."

Aunt Trieu burst out laughing:

“After spending half a day, it turned out that I was holding on to a fake item as a treasure.”

Hua Tri Ha's face turned red, then white, suddenly knocked over the easel, and rushed towards Khuong Van. Pho Thinh Lan reached out to stop him, and the blade in Hua Tri Ha's hand cut through his arm. He let out a groan.