Chapter 11 — You Lost Me In The Paris Snow Season

After Manh Nha's second recording was released, the hospital's internal chat group exploded. Some people whispered that Ha Thua Chu usually appeared noble, but did not expect that his back was so dirty. Some people criticized him for using his wife as a stepping stone and pampering the outside woman like a pet. Someone even brought up his joke at a faculty party: He said that if a man wants to develop his career, he must have a strong wife in the family. At that time, everyone praised Tam Tri Y for his kindness, but now the same sentence has become a joke. Chairman Do immediately asked the board of directors to seal the related files. But it was too late. Screenshots spread at breakneck speed. Ha Thua Chu's name and Manh Nha's scandal are tied together, like a stain that cannot be washed away. In the hospital room, Ha Thua Chu smashed the phone. The wound bled again. The nurse came in to handle it, her face much colder than before: "Doctor Ha, you need to rest. Don't let your emotions fluctuate too much." Ha's mother cried and cursed: "It's all because of Manh Nha's child! It's all because of Tham Tri Y's child!" The nurse looked up at her: "Auntie, please keep quiet. This is a hospital room, not your living room." Ha's mother choked, her face turned pale. Previously, she stood and cursed me in the middle of the hospital hallway but no one dared to intervene, because Ha Thua Chu was the bright star of the department. But now the wind has changed, even the nurses don't respect her anymore. Duong Tranh stood outside the door, listening to the whole play, only letting out one sentence: "If I knew about today, why did I do it in the first place?" Ha Thua Chu glared at him: "Do you have to see my joke?" Duong Tranh calmly replied: "I didn't come to watch the joke. I came to inform you that Manh Nha has already contacted the journalists." Ha Thua Chu's face changed drastically. Ha's mother almost jumped up: "What else does that brat want to do?" Duong Tranh threw a business card on the nightstand: "A newspaper specializing in reporting emotional scandals. She intended to frame herself as a victim of deception. Telling you to deceive her love, her body, her youth." Ha Thua Chu closed his eyes tightly: "She stole more than three million yuan from me." Duong Tranh sneered: "That's why she had to cry first. Whoever takes over the forum first, it's easier to pretend to be pitiful." Ha Thua Chu's face was extremely unsightly. This is the woman he tried so hard to protect. As soon as the wind picked up, she quickly pushed him aside to act as cannon fodder. In Paris, I am looking at documents on public opinion compiled by lawyer Luong. He asked: “Do you want to make a public correction?” I replied: "No rush. Just let her talk." Lawyer Luong paused: "The more she talks, the easier it is to go over the line." I nodded: "She likes to be the victim, so let her tell the story completely. Wait until she gets the most out of it, and we'll throw out all the transfer history, proof of home purchase, and chat messages." Lawyer Luong smiled: "Understood." I closed my computer and prepared to go to the exhibition site to see the progress of the staging. The teacher is waiting for me outside the door. Seeing my face, he asked: "Is there a lot of trouble in the country?" I laughed: "It's not a problem. It's about paying off old debts." The teacher nodded and did not ask any more questions. The kindest concern of the chief Success is not pursuing the wounds of others. The scene is very busy. Lighting, partitions, and artwork layout all had to be adjusted. I'm busy all day long. It was late at night when the phone rang. A strange number from within the country. I picked up the phone. The other end of the line was silent for two seconds, then Ha Thua Chu's voice rang out:

“I changed my phone number.”

I looked at the brilliant sunset outside the exhibition room door: "You have violated the principle of communication through lawyers." He said urgently: "I just said a few words. Manh Nha intends to make a fuss about this. Please don't speak up to correct me." I laughed: "Are you begging me, or are you ordering me?" His breath hitched: "Tri Y, it's really difficult for me right now. The hospital wants to discipline me, Manh Nha bites back, my mother is about to be unable to bear it anymore. Out of respect for the past six years, can you leave me a way to live?" I was silent for a few seconds, then asked: "That year I came out of the operating room, did you leave me any way to live?" The other side was silent. I continued: "I give up the project, stay at home to take care of your mother, will you leave room for me? Manh Nha took my money to buy a bag, stay at my house, sit in my position, will you leave room for me? When I was lying on the ambulance stretcher and forced me to empty the chamber pot, did you leave room for me to live?" He said hoarsely: "You are wrong." I replied: "If you make a mistake, you have to bear it. Just saying sorry doesn't mean you can get a lawsuit withdrawn." He finally collapsed: "So what do you want me to do?" I raised my head and looked into the distance. The clouds of Paris in the late afternoon are dyed into a brilliant yellow strip.

“I want you to sign the papers. Pay the money. Get disciplined. And then, get out of my life.”

Before hanging up, I heard him gasping for breath. It's like a person seeing a high-rise building he built himself collapsing floor by floor. At 10 pm that night, the trailer of Manh Nha's interview was released. The headline is extremely attention-grabbing: *Three years of being deceived by a famous doctor*. Along with a photo of two eyes swollen from crying. In the comments section, people began to agree with her. Lawyer Luong asked me: "Can we release the evidence now?" I looked at that photo: "Not yet. Wait until the livestream. She likes to be seen by others. So let everyone see clearly."