Chapter 13 — You Lost Me In The Paris Snow Season

Since Manh Nha brought the ultrasound slip, the Ha family's hospital room has not had a single minute of peace. Ha's mother was stunned at first, then as if she had grabbed a straw to save her life, she rushed to the bed: "Thua Chu, is she pregnant with your child? So how can Tham Tri Y dare to do anything to her again?" However, there was not a trace of joy on Ha Thua Chu's face. He stared at the results sheet, his eyes slowly darkening. Eight weeks pregnant. Eight weeks ago, he was traveling to an academic conference in another province. During those three days, everyone in the department was present, and he didn't even leave the hotel room door. Manh Nha stood at the end of the bed, sobbing like pear flowers in the rain: "Mr. Thua Chu, I shouldn't have said anything. But Tham Tri Y forced me to the last step. I can't let my child be born without a father." Ha Thua Chu looked at her: "Eight weeks?" Manh Nha's eyes were slightly panicked: "The doctor said it was just an estimate, there may be errors." Duong Tranh, who was leaning against the door frame, suddenly burst out laughing: "Is the number so wrong that you crawl into someone else's bed?" Manh Nha's face turned pale: "Duong Tranh, don't spit blood on people!" Duong Tranh didn't bother arguing with her, just put the phone on the table. On the screen is a photo taken from a surveillance camera. Eight weeks ago, one night, Manh Nha was walking into the hotel arm in arm with a man. And that man is absolutely not Ha Thua Chu. Manh Nha rushed forward to grab the phone, but Duong Tranh raised his hand to escape: "Don't rush. There are elevator cameras, lobby cameras, and check-in cameras. Do you want to see them all?" The light that had just flashed in Ha's mother's eyes suddenly went out. She turned and rolled her eyes at Manh Nha: "You're pregnant with someone else's evil blood, and you're planning to blame it on my son?" Manh Nha frantically said: "It's not that, it's just a friend." Duong Tranh nodded: "You really have a lot of friends. Some people transfer money to buy a house, some help them to the hotel, some go dumping, some put their backs out to block the knife." There was a nurse in the hospital room who couldn't help but laugh. Manh Nha's face turned red as if someone had just slapped her. She quickly turned to Ha Thua Chu, her tone was soft: "Mr. Thua Chu, please believe me. I'm just too scared, I'm afraid you don't need me anymore." Ha Thua Chu closed his eyes tightly. These words had previously been her most effective weapon. Whenever she shed tears, he felt like a needed hero. But now, he just finds it funny. Because of a woman like that, he lost his beautiful wife, his fortune, his reputation, and in the end he almost gave up raising his children to someone else. Ha Thua Chu said each word coldly: "Go get tested." Manh Nha stiffened: "How can the fetus be tested at such a young age?" Lawyer Luong's voice rang out from the nurse's phone: "You can wait. Or you can verify the origin of this ultrasound certificate first. Ms. Manh, if you use fake documents to hinder the divorce negotiation process, we will add a clause of prosecution." Manh Nha's fingers trembled: "I didn't fake it."

“That's good.” Lawyer Luong maintained a calm tone: "We have requested an investigation order from the hospital, payment receipts, and appointment history. If it is true, we will handle it according to the law. If it is true, we will handle it according to the law. No, you better think carefully about the price to pay now.”

The hospital room was silent for a few seconds. Suddenly, Manh Nha hugged her stomach and cried out in pain: "I'm so uncomfortable. I have a stomach ache.” Ha's mother immediately took a step back reflexively. She's most afraid of getting into trouble right now. What if something happened to Manh Nha in the hospital room and she turned around and insulted the Ha family? The nurse rang the bell to call the nurse. As soon as the nurse walked in, Manh Nha cried and shouted: "I want to be hospitalized. I want to keep the pregnancy.” The nurse glanced at the ultrasound form in her hand: "This is an examination form from another hospital. First you have to go to the obstetrics and gynecology emergency clinic to get checked again.” Manh Nha bit her lip: "I don't have money." As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room turned their eyes to her. Throwing away more than three million yuan without blinking an eye, yet the check money could not be extracted. Duong Tranh bluntly said: "You can sell bags." Manh Nha tightened her grip on her handbag as if squeezing the last bit of dignity that was falling apart. Listening to lawyer Luong recount everything from Paris, I only said one sentence: "Let her check. Keep evidence of the entire process. Each of her dramatic performances must become evidence in court.” At 3 a.m., the test results came out. Manh Nha is indeed pregnant. But not 8 weeks pregnant, but more than 5 weeks. Five weeks ago, Ha Thua Chu had just undergone an overnight emergency surgery, being on duty for 48 hours continuously. Duty schedule, surgery records, anesthesia records... all documents are complete without missing a single word. And that same night, Manh Nha checked into another hotel. The name of the person accompanying her to check in was none other than the "normal friend" she often mentioned in the livestream. When the results were emailed, I was having breakfast in Paris. I just glanced at it and then put down my cup of coffee.

“Send this document to He Thua Chu. And inform Manh Nha that if you want to use the baby to set conditions, you must first find the baby's father."

Ten minutes later, Duong Tranh sent a text message: "The hospital room is in chaos. Ha Thua Chu just vomited blood.” I looked at the dawn gradually rising outside the window. This time I couldn't laugh anymore, I just felt disgusted. However, everything is not over yet. Lawyer Luong sent another message: "The information on Manh Nha's identification card used for re-examination is unusual. It's very possible that she has more than one ultrasound slip.”