7. I Asked About the Baby

Before I could say anything else, I heard a small cry from the bedroom.
Hue immediately tried to stand.
I stopped her gently.
“Stay here. I’ll check on the baby.”
I walked into the bedroom.
Our little son was lying in his crib.
His blanket had slipped slightly, so I adjusted it and checked that he was comfortable.
Then I noticed a small bottle beside the crib.
It was almost empty.
I remembered that Hue had told me we were running low on some baby supplies.
I had transferred extra money to my mother for those expenses as well.
When I returned to the kitchen, I asked Hue whether she had everything she needed for the baby.
She nodded, but her expression told me that something was still bothering her.
“Tell me honestly,” I said. “Have you been asking my mother for money to buy anything?”
Hue shook her head.
“She keeps the money. She says she knows what needs to be purchased.”
I felt a growing sense of disbelief.
The money I had sent was supposed to make life easier for my wife and child.
Instead, Hue seemed afraid to ask for even the necessities.









