Chapter 9 — Worthy People Are Never Afraid to Start Again

The voice choked. She still wants to use her pitiful appearance in exchange for my softness. But this time... I didn't waver one bit.

“What else?”

Tran Lo looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with panic and unwillingness.

“I... shouldn't have urged Mr. Ngon to give me the position of head doctor.”

Her face was pale. Tears fell in large drops continuously.

“I... shouldn't have robbed you of the surgery.”

"Continue."

She cried so much that she could barely breathe.

“I… I shouldn't…”

Her eyes unconsciously turned towards Tham Ngon. It seems like he still wants to find the last bit of protection. But Tham Ngon just looked at her coldly. In those eyes, only disgust and hatred remained. Tran Lo closed his eyes in despair.

“I... I shouldn't... have feelings for Mr. Ngon..."

After saying that, she covered her face and burst into tears. No one stepped forward to comfort me. No one feels sorry for her anymore. Furthermore, no one sees her as a poor girl oppressed by her seniors. The image of a weak white flower that she worked so hard to build... Has completely collapsed. I looked at that pathetic appearance. There is no pity left in my heart. Only peace remains after all the dust has settled. After that incident, Tham Ngon was dismissed from his position as hospital director. Over the years, he was engrossed in bending and polishing himself. Professional capacity has long been lost. He applied to many hospitals but was rejected. Reputation has also been shattered. There is no place in the industry that dares to accept it. In the end, I could only make a living at a small clinic. As for Tran Lo. After being fired from the hospital, she had almost no place in the medical community. No hospital is willing to recruit. Even private clinics avoid her like the devil. Everyone is afraid that she will seduce her husband. But Tran Lo has never given up on Tham Ngon. After he and I divorced, she clung to him every day, insisting on getting married.

“Mr. Ngon.”

“I really love you.”

“You like me too, right?”

“Now that you're divorced, why can't we be together?”

Tham Ngon only felt extremely disgusted.

“I admit I used to have sympathy for you.”

“But because I watched you grow up.”

“At most, it's just a little more than brotherly love.”

“It was never love.”

“I lost my child.”

“Losing family.”

“That is my retribution.”

“I accept.”

“But Tran Lo.”

“From start to finish.”

“The person I love... is only Manh Kieu.”

“But she doesn't need you anymore…”

Tran Lo choked up.

“That doesn't matter.”

Tham Ngon immediately interrupted.

“I just hope she lives happily.”

“That's enough.”

“I've done everything I can.”

“Don't call me Mr. Ngon from now on.”

“Don't appear to disturb my life.”

Tran Lo stood still like a lost soul. After a long time, I still couldn't recover. Later I heard... She left this city. Going to a far away place to start over again. The next time I met Tham Ngon was a year later. That day I had just finished an academic conference abroad and returned. Right in front of the gate of the newly purchased apartment complex, I saw him. Tham Ngon has lost a lot of weight. Her hair, which was always neat, was now as messy as dry grass. He was wearing an old suit. Squat next to the tub The flower quietly smokes. As soon as he saw me, he immediately awkwardly stood up and walked over.

“Manh Kieu...”

“Are you okay these days?”

Of course I'm very healthy. I am a key expert at Pho Nhan Hospital. A frequent guest of many of the world's leading medical journals. Has many international patents in hand. Independent, full and brilliant life. I wear a jacket from the latest collection. Exquisite makeup. Casual, confident. Completely unlike a thirty-three year old divorced and aborted woman. I smiled faintly.

“I said it before.”

“Without you.”

“My everything is very good.”

Tham Ngon paused. His face was red with embarrassment.

“Manh Kieu.”

“I was wrong before.”

“I shouldn't underestimate your value.”

“Don't consider me a dependent.”

“And I shouldn't have locked you in my world.”

“Manh Kieu.”

“This apology... is sincere.”

I nodded slightly.

“I got it.”

I continued walking into the residential area. He still quietly followed behind.

“Manh Kieu.”

“Do you... still hate me?”

I don't stop walking.

“No more regrets.”

“Because hating someone will make you lose yourself.”

“You're not worth it.”

His face immediately darkened.

“Can we still start again?”

I stopped. Turn around and look straight at him. Every word is clear.

"Cannot."

“Tham Ngon.”

“I regret it.”

“It's not because I really know I'm wrong.”

“And because it was only now that I discovered…”

“I am your last resort.”

I turned around and walked into the residential area. Behind him, Tham Ngon's regretful cry still rang out. That's the past where I lost my way. As the gate slowly closed. All bad things are left behind forever. Since that moment. I only live for myself.