The hurried footsteps of a woman about 30 years old...she walked along the beach and shouted loudly "My child, where are you, my child..."
The woman looked around, deserted and hopeless in the hot summer noon...
On the car in the Son Tra peninsula area...a rich and noble looking woman sat in a black car, the driver looked at his watch and whispered
- The boss is here...
Outside, a woman looked shabby, her hair was messy, holding a child about 3 years old...she hurriedly came to the side of the car...
The woman in the car rolled down the car window and turned to look at the child...
- Throw him into the sea or somehow strangle him, to avoid future threats
- Don't worry, he's still so young, he won't bring any consequences, he won't know who he is
- Who knows, to kill the grass, you have to kill the roots, if my husband finds out that he has an illegitimate son like this it will greatly affect my children...
- The boss is just a child
- You can do it, or you can not do it, no one is forcing you, because if you don't do it, I don't lack people to do this... after this you will be promoted to factory manager, no need to help with housework anymore...