Chapter 632: This Matter Will Definitely Be Given a Satisfactory Explanation

Someone recognized the newcomer: "Isn't that Ma Lanhua?"

Those who didn't know her asked in a low voice: "Who is she?"

"She's the wife Director Hu married later in life."

"So this woman is Ma Lanhua's mother, Director Hu's current mother-in-law?"

It was at this moment that Dean Duan, having received the news, rushed over together with Director Hu, who was in charge of personnel, and Director Du, who was in charge of the cafeteria.

Director Hu squeezed into the crowd and, seeing the scene, felt his temples throb: "Lanhua, what's going on here?"

He was nearly furious to death. Ever since his mother-in-law had come, she had caused trouble every other day. At first he figured that, after all, he was an old bull eating tender grass—having married a fair young maiden as his wife—so he endured it and let it pass, especially since she couldn't stay at his place forever.

But this old lady, relying on her position, lorded it over the family quarters, and he ended up apologizing to people every other day. Each time she promised earnestly never to cause trouble again, but within a few days she was guaranteed to bring disaster once more.

He had reasoned with his young wife every way he could, ceding ground and paying compensation, only to finally manage to agree that her mother could stay one more week, and once Chunni from her eldest brother's family arrived, her mother would be sent back—after all, his young wife was pregnant, and he couldn't rest easy without someone to look after her.

And now, here she was causing trouble again, this time leaving the family quarters and coming to the military hospital to make a scene. Just listen to what she'd said earlier—if she were allowed to stay any longer, she'd surely ruin his career, so not one more day could this woman be kept around.

The security section had already gotten a clear picture of the situation and hurriedly reported it to Dean Duan.

While reporting, though, they kept glancing at Director Hu from time to time, afraid of giving offense.

After the few of them finished hearing the account of the matter, Director Hu felt even more ashamed. He stepped forward a few paces, stared at his current mother-in-law, and said: "Mom, is what they said true?"

The woman knew she couldn't wriggle out of it, but she still argued shamelessly: "I just saw she wasn't by the stove, so I tasted it for her, to see if it was time to turn off the fire. How was I to know they'd mistake good intentions?"

Yet she also knew this argument wouldn't hold up, and her voice grew smaller and smaller.

Director Hu took a deep breath: "Ridiculous. It's hard enough now to get good things to nourish the body—who wouldn't treasure them? Did you need to taste it for someone else?"

The woman whose chicken soup had been spilled said, her eyes red: "She really is talking nonsense. She's sneaked into the patients' kitchen to steal food more than once—I myself saw her do it twice. I just didn't expect that no matter how hard we guarded against it, we still couldn't prevent it, and she actually got away with it.

Caught red-handed and still refusing to admit it, she relied on her son-in-law's position to argue shamelessly and throw out threats, intimidating us family members.

As if that weren't enough, when she failed to extort it, she started calling people 'little bitches' one after another. When they resisted, she even tried to hit them, knocked over my soup, and still dared to talk wildly. Our loved ones are injured and hospitalized defending the country, and our hearts ache for them. Now even when we want to make something nourishing for them, we have people eyeing it and bullying us. I just want to ask the leaders if you can see justice done for us?"

The moment these words came out, Director Hu's heart gave a jolt. He knew that if today's matter wasn't handled well, the seat under him would likely become unstable too: "This family member, rest assured, this matter will definitely be given a satisfactory explanation."

Ma Lanhua beside him grew anxious: "Zheyuan, you can't."

Director Hu glanced at his wife: "I'll give you two choices. Either today you send your mother away, and together with me you go to their door to apologize and make compensation, or we get a divorce. As for the child in your belly, if you want to keep it I'll pay the child support; if you don't want to keep it, then get rid of it, and I'll pay for the abortion and the nutritional supplements. You choose."