Chapter 7 — White Petaled Cat Flower To Mom

Grandma stared at the black and white photo on the table, unconsciously opened her mouth: "This... whose photo is this? What are you making a mess?" Lam Uyen standing next to her staggered uncontrollably, pretending to be panicked and opened her mouth: "Brother Co, is this Ms. Khuong Dao? Why... when did Ms. Khuong Dao pass away?" “Stop pretending and pretending.” Dad's eyes no longer had any heat: "I have checked everything clearly." “Seven years ago, the Lam family was falling further and further. You guys needed the Gu family's resources to help you, so you tried your best to stay by my side.” "My mother criticized Dao Dao for having a congenital heart disease and was afraid of passing it on to future generations, so in turn she forced her to break up with me, right?" Lam Uyen shook her head in panic, quickly making excuses: "That's not true, Mr. Co! I've never done these things!" Her excuse only made Dad even more angry. "You deceived me for seven years! You gradually forced her to death!" Grandma immediately spoke up to stop her: "Ah Yen, don't slander indiscriminately, you can't say such words indiscriminately!" Dad coldly curled his lips: "From today onwards, my engagement with Lam Uyen is completely annulled. All commercial cooperation between the Co family and the Lam family has ended." "Impossible!" Lam Uyen's eyes immediately turned red because of the urgency and argued loudly: "I don't hurt Khuong Dao! You can't treat me like that!" "Confirmed evidence. As for the shady matters in the Lam family's business over the past few years, I have reported them to the police." Dad's voice didn't have the slightest wavering. Lam Uyen saw that begging was useless, so she completely tore off her disguise: "Co Yen, on what basis do you threaten me like that? Are you not at fault?!" "That year, whoever casually said a bad word about Khuong Dao, I believed without a doubt! It was me who was ungrateful and ungrateful!" This sentence aggressively punctured all of Dad's disguises. That's right. If he had trusted his mother a little more that year, asked one more question of the truth, would all the tragedies not have happened? He took out his phone and called his assistant: "Come here immediately, take Lam Uyen away, handle it according to all legal procedures." Lam Uyen's parents panicked and stood up to stop him. But no one pays attention to them anymore. 10 Dad held my hand and left the restaurant. Before leaving the restaurant, my grandmother wanted to stop me. But dad just looked at her calmly: "Mom, you're old, don't worry about these things anymore. I've booked a plane ticket for you to go abroad. I don't want to see you again in this life. Don't come back in the future." After completely resolving everything, my father held my hand and went home. He squatted down and looked straight into my eyes: "Tieu Bao, everyone who has hurt you must pay the price, including dad." I silently bowed my head and said nothing. Dad gently patted my head: "Let's go back to the hospital this afternoon, okay? Assistant To has found a suitable heart source for you." I nodded gently. This is the wish that my grandmother risked her life to help me fulfill. But inside my heart was both bitter and choked, not happy at all. I raised my hand and secretly used the back of my hand to wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes. Dad realized my feelings: "Tieu Bao, why are you crying? Is there something uncomfortable?" I gently shook my head. I remember two years ago, my mother gently hugged me and said she would take me to many, many places to play. But after this, I can't wait for anything. If possible, I really want to give this new heart to my mother. I raised my eyes to look at my father, opened my mouth in a low voice: "Dad, I want to tell mom this good news. I also want to go give her flowers, mom likes white petal sand the best." “Okay, let's go tomorrow.” Dad immediately responded. The day we went to the cemetery. The weather is especially clear, the sunlight is gentle and warm. The white-petaled sandflower carries a faint fragrance, just like the warm, fragrant scent on the mother's body. Dad held my little hand tightly, muttered softly and said: "Dao Dao, before you always criticized me for wearing a suit too seriously. I like it best when I wear clothes like this. I wonder if you look at me now, will you still be angry with me?" I stood quietly next to her, looking at the mother in the photo

He gently curled his eyes, but finally mustered up the courage to open his mouth: "Dad." During this time, Dad really changed a lot. He placed his grandmother's grave next to his mother's, so that they would no longer be alone. He recounted his previous mistakes one by one. He transferred most of the assets in his name to mine, ensuring that I would not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of my life. Every day he stayed by my side to recuperate before surgery. At night, he would gently tell me stories before going to sleep. He would always stare at me in a daze, telling me I would grow up to be like my mother. I looked at my father who was in tears: "Dad, mom said before that she hates you." The sand flower petals in his father's hand immediately fell to the ground. “What…what did you say?” I seriously repeated what my mother had said: "When you were very sad before, you told me that you hated dad. I don't want no one to know about your self-pity and suffering."