Chapter 6 — You Lost Me In The Paris Snow Season

Tonight, I will go see a teacher I haven't seen for many years. He once invited me to participate in a project as an independent art curator. Because of Ha Thua Chu's statement "I don't like my wife being exposed all the time", I refused three times. Now, I will reconnect with my late life. I said to the other end of the line:

"Sign it. Save yourself the last bit of dignity."

Ha Thua Chu still wanted to say something, but I hung up. In the mirror, my face looks very good. Doesn't seem tired from staying up all night taking care of illness. There is no obsequiousness in marriage. While the makeup artist was tying my long hair into a bun, the phone screen suddenly lit up. Duong Tranh sent a message:

“He just kicked Manh Nha out of the hospital room.”

I looked at that text and smiled slightly. Late awakening, not worth a penny. When Manh Nha was kicked out of the hospital room, everyone on the floor saw it. She had red eyes, carrying a bag, standing in the middle of the hallway like a small abandoned animal. Unfortunately this time, no one gave her tissues anymore. A nurse passed by, her voice was neither loud nor soft: "The supplementary card can't be swiped, so the tears have subsided." Another nurse bowed her head and smiled. Manh Nha tightened her bag strap, her face mixed with red and blue. She tried to return to the hospital room, but the nurse blocked the door.

"Mr. Ha told me not to see you for now."

Manh Nha couldn't believe it: "Do you know who I am?" The nurse looked at her: "I know. You owe Ms. Tham more than three million yuan (more than 10 billion VND). In the hallway, someone couldn't help but laugh. Manh Nha's face felt hot, she turned around and ran to the elevator. As soon as she reached the lower lobby, she encountered two people in uniforms coming.

“Miss Manh Nha, right?”

She paused: "It's me." The other party brought out the document: "Regarding asset preservation and civil recourse, please cooperate in signing it." Manh Nha's fingers trembled: "I won't sign." The other party still maintained a calm attitude: "Refusing to sign does not affect the service. We have completed storing the documents." Manh Nha's face changed completely. Her first reaction was to call Ha Thua Chu. The phone rang for a long time but no one picked up. She called Ha's mother again. Ha's mother picked up the phone very quickly, but her tone was even more urgent than hers.

"Why are you still calling? It's all because you hurt Thua Chu!"

Manh Nha was stunned: "Auntie, you didn't say that before. You said I was naive, you said I knew how to love people more than Tham Tri Y." Ha's mother's voice was high-pitched: "When did I say that? Don't talk nonsense. How much money did you spend from Thua Chu, now they want it back, you can worry about it yourself!" Manh Nha burst into tears: "Aren't those things for you?" Ha's mother smiled faintly: "For you? My son has a wife, who are you?" The phone is disconnected. Manh Nha stood frozen in the middle of the hospital lobby, feeling like she had just been stripped of her skin in a crowded place. Now she understands. The Ha family did not protect her at all. They just want someone to oppress Tham Tri Y on their behalf. Now Tam Tri Y refuses to be humble anymore, they immediately put all the blame on her head. She gritted her teeth and opened the social networking app, intending to post a long post about her self-pity. But as soon as the word was typed halfway, the account immediately displayed a notification: *Many contents show signs of violating the copyright rights, have been complained and evidence collected.* Her hands shook, she almost dropped the phone. At the same time, in the hospital room, Ha Thua Chu was no better. The hospital's official announcement has descended. Suspension of approval for academic titles. Suspension of the right to major surgery. Coordinate with the investigation disciplinary committee. Just three lines of text, like three boulders weighing heavily on his chest. Ha's mother sat by the bed and wiped her tears: "Thua Chu, quickly think of a way. You can't let it destroy you." Ha Thua Chu closed his eyes: "Mom, stop talking." Ha's mother still mumbled: "Knowing that Tam Tri Y was so cruel, she didn't let me marry her from the beginning. She couldn't give birth to any children, and she still took the position of the Ha family's wife. Now she dares to sue me." Ha Thua Chu suddenly opened his eyes: "Mom!" Mother Ha was startled. He panted, his eyes gloomy: "Why didn't she give birth? Don't you know?" Ha's mother's lips moved, not daring to open her mouth. In the third year after getting married, Tham Tri Y became pregnant once. At that time, Ha Thua Chu was preparing to participate in an important surgical skills competition. Ha's mother said that pregnant women often have morning sickness, which affects his career. Ha Thua Chu also followed suit, telling him to wait until he was stable before giving birth. Tham Tri Y went to the hospital alone to have an abortion surgery. When she returned, Ha's mother forced her to stew soup for the whole family. That night, Ha Thua Chu worked overtime at the department. Thinking back now, his heart felt like it was slowly being torn apart by a dull knife. He picked up his phone and scrolled through Tham Tri Y's photos. In six years, the number of photos he took of her was pitifully small. Most of the scenes show her in the kitchen, in the hospital hallway, in front of his mother's bed. She is always quiet. Always stand where others need you. Before, he thought it was love. Now I know, it was due to his own greed. The hospital room door was pushed open. Lawyer Luong appeared again. Ha Thua Chu's expression stiffened: "What else?" Lawyer Luong presented an additional document: "Ms. Tham requests additional compensation for mental damages. In addition, regarding the termination of pregnancy three years ago, she reserves the right to pursue responsibility." Ha's mother stood up: "He said nonsense! It was his own volition!" Lawyer Luong glanced at her: "The medical records, the recorded conversation before the surgery, and the voice messages you sent her that year, are all still there." Ha's mother's face turned pale: "Why does it still exist?" Lawyer Luong's tone was very light: "People who have been hurt always know how to learn to preserve evidence." Ha Thua Chu stared at that document, his fingertips gradually turned cold. He thought Tham Tri Y's silence was because she had forgotten. But she never forgot. She just had no intention of tearing her face off. Until, on the ambulance stretcher, he uttered those words: *Little Nha is fragile, she can't do these three serving tasks.* That sentence personally cut the last rope. After lawyer Luong left, Ha Thua Chu suddenly threw the blanket off. The nurse quickly stopped him: "Mr. Ha, you can't get out of bed." He gritted his teeth: “Book a plane ticket for me.” Ha's mother rushed forward: "Are you crazy? Where are you going to go if you're injured like this?" Ha Thua Chu's face was pale, but his eyes were extremely stubborn: "Go find her. Son." must bring her back.” The nurse rang the bell to call for help. Duong Tranh stood at the door and heard the noise and walked in. He looked at Ha Thua Chu struggling, his voice cold as ice.

"You can't even get out of bed right now, what are you going to use to get her home?"

Ha Thua Chu raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.