The red light came on in the emergency room, and the doctor said, "Pay 10,000 first." Guifen was holding the payment with one hand shaking. But what's even more cruel is yet to come - my brother handed over the "Agreement for Abandonment of Demolition Compensation" in front of everyone: "If you are divorced, don't leave the old house. If you sign it, I will raise the money to save my mother!"
On one hand, her mother's life hangs on a thread, on the other hand, she is forced to abstain from the demolition of her old house, and on the other hand, her late-night snack window will be reviewed in three days, and she will be eliminated without a certificate. If Guifen takes a step back, she will have no mother, no home, and no job.
She didn't cry or beg. She tore up the agreement on the spot: "I won't sign it. I am her daughter, not an outsider."
From being chased away from setting up a stall, being delayed in paying her wages, and having caregivers stay up late, to having to file a report for three days; from her ex-husband coming to borrow money, she set the boundary of "must sign an agreement"; to the ten-day life-or-death line of delivery, and then sealing the package and making a comeback on the ninth day - Guifen finally understood: Justice is not something you ask for, it is something you keep; benevolence and righteousness are not bottomless, and dignity is the talisman.
When she stood on the podium, the whole family realized that the divorced woman who had been trampled to the end by them had already torn out her life, her family, and her future.
