"Come on, how long are you going to sulk at me, Tinn?"
"I'm not sulking."
"Ha! With that adorable pout? I call that sulking."
"Ouch! Don’t pinch my cheeks!"
In the elder brother's bedroom, the owner of the room was trying to appease his only younger brother, who was furiously pressing buttons on a gaming console while lying on the bed. However, since Tinn turned his back to him, Tul shifted over to pinch the cheek of the mischievous boy, who immediately protested loudly, glaring in annoyance as he rubbed his face briskly.
"Now you dare to glare at your elder brother like that?" Tul remarked, watching the younger one tenderly rub his cheek.
"Yeah, I dare! I will be resolutely determined!"
The proud boy, who in front of his elder brother was just a child seeking attention, scrunched his nose in mock defiance. His handsome face looked all the more endearing. Bowing his head, he resumed playing his game. The older brother, much more mature in age, promptly snatched the gaming console and tossed it to the other side of the bed.
"Hey, P'Tul!" Tinn protested with a scowl, lunging to retrieve his game, but...
"Where do you think you're going? You dare to be stubborn with your elder brother? Then you'll have to face punishment."
"Ahhhhhh!"
The young man screamed as his collar was grabbed and yanked, causing Tinn to collapse flat onto the bed. Immediately following, his older brother's tall, sturdy frame pinned him down from above. With his eyes glinting sharply, Tul flashed a smirk—one that made Tinn instantly aware of his impending fate.
“N-no, P’Tul, no... noooOOO! Ahhh!”
What followed was a loud cry as the youngest flailed and twisted, trying to kick his way free. But he was no match for his older brother's overwhelming strength. Both his hands were held down effortlessly by one of Tul’s large hands, while the other tickled his fingers teasingly along Tinn’s body. The younger brother shouted, screamed, and thrashed, but there was no escaping this punishment until Tul was satisfied.
"Now, say you won't be stubborn," Tul demanded with a smile.
“N-no... ahhh! Haha! Stop it! I... I can't breathe...”
“Then just stop breathing altogether,” Tul teased, pressing his fingers into Tinn’s waist, making him writhe helplessly. Pillows went flying, and the blanket slid to the side of the bed as Tinn screamed.
"Ahhh! P’Tul... I give up! I give up!! I’m sorry... I’m sorry!"
“Add a ‘sir.’ You’re still just a kid.”
“Y-yes, sir! I’m sorry, sir!!!”
Only then did Tul finally relent, withdrawing his hand and watching as his younger brother lay sprawled out, utterly drained, gasping for air with his chest heaving. Tul laughed heartily, clearly satisfied, and gave Tinn’s flushed, sweat-dampened cheek a light pat before flopping down beside him.
The room was filled only with the sound of Tinn's heavy breathing as he firmly grasped both sides of his waist.
"I'm really glad you came back, Tinn," Tul said, turning to look at his younger brother.
"Huff... huff... huff... Don't you... start... talking..."
"Still mad?"
"Still!"
The younger brother snapped between heavy breaths, still upset that his older brother hadn't come to pick him up at the airport. Tul raised a hand and roughly tousled his brother's hair, watching as the boy—who kept insisting he was grown up—complained without actually moving his head away. Instead, Tul wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into an embrace. Tinn squirmed slightly, but it was clear he wasn’t serious, merely putting on a front of resistance.
Then Tul spoke in a deeper, more serious tone.
"I'm really happy you're back, Tinn. In this house... I only have you."
Thud!
The younger one froze immediately, his prideful gaze softening as if he were a completely different person. Then, Tinn buried his face into his brother's chest.
"I only have you, P'Tul," the boy said with a serious voice, no different from before, but it made the listener slowly shake their head and disagree using a tone of affection.
"Who says? You have Dad and Mom. Then Khun Yaa–she loved you."
"But they all want to send me far away. The only one who cares about me is P'Tul."
“Tinn…”
"I don't care about anyone else!!!" the thirteen-year-old declared stubbornly, refusing to acknowledge that he had many people who loved him.
To him, the only one who truly showed love for Tinn was this older brother. Tul tightened his grip on his younger brother's shoulder.
"Talking like this will upset the spirit of Khun Yaa."
"Hmph, why should I care?" the boy scoffed, curling his lips. In Tinn's memory, Khun Yaa was a fussy old woman who always told him he was better than his brother, more capable than his brother, the pride of the family. Then when he shared these stories with his older brother... Tinn hated the look of pain on Tul's face so deeply that it seared into his heart.
To him, Khun Yaa was the person who hurt his brother.
P'Tul always said no one in this house wanted him, but Tinn loved him. P'Tul was his only family, the one who cared for him, indulged him, and looked after him.
He was also the only one who opposed sending Tinn abroad for his studies.
Tinn didn't care what happened to Khun Yaa—whether she lived or died. He wouldn’t feel sad at her death, because there was no bond between them. However, if his brother wanted him to feel sorrow, he could pretend to be sad in front of others.
"She might visit you in your dreams tonight."
"I'm not scared because I have P'Tul," the boy said with a wide grin, his confidence in his brother making Tul shake his head.
"Haah... Let's change the subject. Tell me about your friends over there."
"Oh, right, right! P'Tul hasn’t met Cruz yet!" At the mention of friends, Tinn lifted his head and flipped onto his stomach, kicking his legs in the air as his eyes lit up with excitement to share stories with his brother.
"Who's Cruz? Never heard of him."
"Just met him. He’s the king of parties—totally awesome, like, fucking awesome!"
[[Translator’s note: That was the English word in the original Thai text.]]
"Hold on, hold on, who taught you to talk like that?" Tul interrupted immediately, giving his younger brother a disapproving look, only for Tinn to wave his hand dismissively.
“Ouch, don’t scold me. Everyone at school talks like that.”
“I didn’t say I was scolding you. I just asked.”
“I don’t believe you. P'Tul is about to scold me for using bad language, but everyone says it.”
“You're too clever for your own good, you little mischief-maker.”
When Kon Hin unlocked the door to the room, the two brothers’ conversation still filled the air. Not wanting to interrupt, he stood outside and, in doing so, overheard the entire exchange. However, instead of smiling at the brothers’ closeness, Kon Hin’s face grew troubled.
The person who made Khun Tinn believe he had no one was Khun Tul.
The one who reinforced in his younger brother's mind, from childhood to adulthood, that the only person who loved him was Khun Tul.
The one who planted the idea in Khun Mother's mind to send Khun Tinn to study abroad but then pretended to protect his younger brother was also Khun Tul.
Kon Hin sighed heavily, continuing to listen until the conversation died down. Only then did he gently push the door open and meet the gaze of the older brother, who was half-sitting, half-lying on the bed. Beside him lay the younger brother, resting against him, his head bowed in sleep. Tul’s large hand gently stroked Tinn’s head.
“Is Khun Tinn asleep already?”
“You’re late,” Tul didn’t answer the question but instead asked one of his own.
"I saw you two talking, so I didn’t want to interrupt," Kon Hin answered politely. He moved to pull the thin mattress and blanket that were kept in the dressing room and laid them next to the bed, then turned to ask his Chao-nai, "Shall I turn off the lights?"
"Hmm." After receiving the answer, Kon Hin went ahead and turned off all the lights in the room, then made his way back to his usual spot on the floor. He could sense that Khun Tul was watching him the whole time, but said nothing. It wasn’t until he had settled down on the floor that...
"Move over," the tall figure squeezed into the same blanket. The warmth spread through every pore of his skin.
Meanwhile, Kon Hin tensed up, still hesitant to rest against the warmth. He glanced at the large bed where only the other child occupied it, then warned, "Khun Tinn is here."
"You know..." Khun Tul mumbled, "Tomorrow, the will is being read."
A short sentence, but enough to make the listener freeze, sensing the warm body of his Chao-nai pressing close. The hand was draped over his waist, the sharp face resting against his shoulder, and a deep voice murmured close to his neck.
"Even though she's dead, tomorrow it feels like I'm going to face that old hag again."
Thud.
The embrace that holds Kon Hin grows tighter, tighter to the point of pain, but Kon Hin does not make a sound. He merely extends his trembling hand to gently rub the shoulder of his Chao-nai, offering comfort. He knows that if his Chao-nai does not channel those feelings onto him, they will be directed at himself, and he cannot let that happen.
"How long will it haunt me?" Khun Tul growled.
"Khun-than is gone now. She can't do anything anymore," Kon Hin said, hoping to ease his Chao-nai's worry, even just a little.
However, Tul seemed to not believe those words, as the tall figure let out a low chuckle from his throat, his voice rough and grating.
"I don't believe that old woman full of venomous tricks wouldn't leave some poison behind before she died. I just have to endure it tomorrow."
The tight embrace loosened, and Khun Tul propped himself up to meet Kon Hin’s gaze.
In the darkness, with only the light from outside casting shadows, Tul’s eyes showed the marks of repeated abuse from that same woman, and now, they also held a look of fear. Even though what he was about to face tomorrow was just a few pieces of paper, Kon Hin reached out to hug his Chao-nai’s neck.
"You still have me, Khun Tul."
The words that Tul had never believed from anyone, but when they came from someone close to him, all he could do was bury his face in Kon Hin’s neck once again, breathing in the familiar scent, feeling some of the weight ease. His eyes closed.
"Go to sleep."
Tul simply said this, turning to the other side, pulling the blanket up to his shoulder.
The sight of his lonely back left Kon Hin no time to hesitate. He moved closer, resting his face against the broad back. Their bodies were so close it was as if they were one. He sent his care through the embrace he had always offered, from childhood until now, and it seemed that Tul felt this goodwill as well.
A large hand reached over, grasping Kon Hin's hand and squeezing tightly. There was no intention of returning to the bed with his half-brother.
Tul didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t deny that Kon Hin was important, the only one who could bring him peace in a situation like this.
~~~
The next day, in the grand hall of Metthanun, there were many people whom young Tinn did not recognize. However, according to his mother, they were all relatives connected by blood. Tinn did not care. He simply sat on the sofa playing games, waiting for the proceedings to begin. Occasionally, he glanced around, searching for his beloved elder brother, who was busy welcoming guests. At present, Tul had gone to personally receive the family’s attorney.
The sight made Tinn scowl in displeasure.
Mother treats P'Tul like a servant.
The boy felt irritated. Back when Khun Yaa was still capable, P'Tul was forbidden from showing his face at any event. Now that Khun Yaa was gone, instead of being able to relax like Tinn, doing whatever he pleased, Tul was being used no differently than Kon Hin, running around fulfilling their stepmother’s satisfaction.
Tinn had often told him there was no need to comply, but his brother always replied:
“If I don’t do it, I have no place in this house.”
P'Tul’s sorrowful smile remained etched in his memory.
This house is so fucking awful!
“Damn it!”
The frustrating thought caused Tinn to press the wrong button, resulting in a game over. The boy swore loudly, enough for nearby adults to hear. Several pairs of disapproving eyes turned toward him, but... they could say nothing.
This was the beloved grandchild of the person whose will was about to be read.
As for his mother, she turned to him with a look that commanded silence, to which her son merely shrugged indifferently.
These people are all just here to cling to our family's fortune.
“If this doesn’t start soon, I’m going to find Phii already,” Tinn said, standing up out of boredom.
“Stay right here, Tinn. Sit still. Your brother is busy. Tul will be here soon,” his mother replied, gripping his arm tightly and glaring at him. Tinn was about to protest when, fortunately, both his brother and father entered with the final guest.
“P'Tul! Sit here, sit here!”
As soon as Tinn saw his brother, he shook off his mother’s hand and called out for his elder sibling to sit next to him. Tul gave an apologetic look to everyone before bowing his head slightly and walking past the elders to join his younger brother.
Several pairs of eyes followed him with disapproval, especially seeing Tul seated near both Trai and Tinn.
“Khun Phee despised the mixed-heritage boy more than anything.”
[[Translator’s Note: คุณพี (Khun Phee) is a respected elder sibling.]]
“If you were still here, this lowlife would never be sitting in the same room with us."
"Sigh, no matter how good you act, it's pitiful that you can't compete with your younger brother."
“Well, that’s what happens when your mother is a foreigner.”
"Oh, that woman who ran off back to her country, leaving her child behind for someone else to raise, shamelessly."
Everyone joined in gossiping blatantly, and Tul heard every word. Yet, all he could do was suppress his emotions because he'd been hearing the same things for the past twenty years—including during the funeral rites. He already knew that family gatherings only meant an assembly of people who looked down on him.
Every word, every voice, and every sentence made his hands clench into tight fists. Though his face remained neutral, his stomach twisted violently, as though someone were wringing his intestines. He wanted to vomit, to retch, but he had to act as if nothing was wrong.
“Well, now that everyone is here, shall we begin, Attorney?”
Once everyone took their seats, Rasa asked for the group’s consent with a pleasant smile that contrasted sharply with the eager glint in her eyes, clearly curious about what her mother-in-law had left behind in the will.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, Tul felt a hard lump lodged in his throat—unable to swallow it, unable to spit it out. The weight pressed heavily on his heart.
He already knew he wouldn’t receive anything from the person known as his grandmother. Yet something told him that it wasn’t over yet.
“Very well, let’s begin... The late Khun-than made this will six years prior to her accident. It is a fully handwritten document that she entrusted to me for safekeeping, with instructions to open it in front of everyone in the event of her passing. Let us start with an overview of all her assets.”
Heh, so afraid that I’d forge the will, huh?
Tul let out a bitter smile.
Metthanun’s assets were extensive, but his grandmother remembered every single detail as if it were the sole focus of her life. She even went so far as to write it out herself—afraid of him to that extent.
Tul maintained a polite smile, feigning indifference to the extensive list of assets the attorney recited, though a chill ran down his spine.
He had pushed his grandmother down the stairs because of her cruel insults, calling him trash, a curse, worthless—just like his mother.
Perhaps though she had anticipated such an act from him, which was why she drafted the will? Or maybe, she had prepared it long ago, when Tinn was born?
That woman would never let the inheritance fall into his hands.
Tul felt the sweat seeping into his palms, his breathing labored. He paid no attention to the outcry of his paternal cousins over the meager land they inherited or the attorney's attempts to mediate, explaining that everything followed the late Khun-than's final wishes.
Even for her husband’s younger relations, that old woman had barely allowed a single baht to slip their way.
“For Khun Rasa, I hereby bequeath 50 rai of land in Nonthaburi, a combined 150 rai of land near Phutthamonthon, the title deeds to vacation homes in Pattaya, Prachuap Khiri Khan, and Chiang Mai... as well as ten sets of diamonds and gemstones, including the large ruby collection…”
Although Rasa received lands, company shares, 100 million baht in cash, and jewelry of immeasurable value, she appeared dissatisfied. She remained silent, however, as her expectations lay with someone else.
Not with her husband, who showed no particular reaction to becoming the family patriarch and inheriting an enormous estate. It was widely understood that Trai's assets would ultimately be divided among his two sons. What Rasa eagerly awaited was what her mother-in-law would leave for the one grandchild she truly recognized and adored.
Khun Mother loved Tinn more than anything in this world. Therefore, Tinn must inherit everything!
“...And now, these are the assets left to Khun Trai,” the attorney concluded with a smile before turning to the two grandsons whose names had yet to be mentioned. His smile faded into a look of unease.
“Next is the final item.”
“Wait, what does that mean?” Rasa asked, perplexed.
How could it be the final item when there were still countless assets left unmentioned? Surely Khun Mother didn’t intend to leave nothing for Tinn. Could it be that she planned to donate everything?"
The thoughts were visible on her face, prompting her husband to reprimand her with a deep strong voice.
"Quiet. Listen until the end."
The listener made an indignant expression but complied, staying silent to hear the lawyer announce the final item.
"Lastly, all remaining assets not previously mentioned, as well as any accumulated and increasing wealth, I bequeath to..." The one reading the will looked even more troubled, glancing at Tul, who still maintained a faint smile of a kind, composed man who expected nothing.
Yet, the upcoming words were bound to harm someone who bore the title of grandson, whether more or less.
"Just say it. I think I know already. Don't worry about me," Tul said with a smile, prompting the other to nod and announce the final decision in a voice that resonated throughout the hall.
"All remaining assets are bequeathed to 'the only true heir of Metthanun,' Khun Tinn Metthanun."
The room fell silent. Not only did the named heir freeze in shock, but even the elder brother was left motionless. Tul lowered his head in acceptance, even though this statement emphasized before everyone that he had no place in this house. His name was unmentioned, and he was denied even the right to be acknowledged as a grandson of the deceased.
Crash!!!
"What does Khun Yaa mean by saying I'm the only grandson? And what about P'Tul!?!"
The thirteen-year-old boy, who now owned assets exceeding ten billion baht, threw his game device to the floor and shouted loudly. Seeing the resigned expression on his real brother's face, Tinn felt he no longer wanted to be the only one protected—he wanted to protect his brother too.
"P'Tul is also Khun Yaa's grandson! He did everything for her! When Khun Yaa was sick and near death, who went to see her? Only P'Tul! Also, how can these people take Khun Yaa's money? As soon as she died, they crawled out of their holes! The one who deserves it is P'Tul!" The spoiled child shouted loudly, refusing to accept the situation. Tinn felt that this was utterly unfair.
"Oh my, how can you speak like that?"
"Why not? If the will hadn't been opened, would any of them have shown up? They're all just here for the money!"
"Tinn, I'm your aunt."
"Did I ever count you as family?"
Grab.
"Tinn, that's enough. I'm fine," Tul said, grasping his younger brother's arm and pulling him to sit down.
"But P'Tul, Khun Yaa can't do this..."
"I already told you, I'm fine."
Before his younger brother could demand more, Tul spoke more firmly, then ran his hand roughly over his face, clenching his teeth as he whispered quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Don't make me feel any more pitiful than I already do."
Tinn fell silent, his arrogant expression shifting to one of uncertainty, not knowing how to comfort his elder brother.
As he looked around the room and saw the pitying gazes directed at his brother, he raised his voice loudly.
"What are you all staring at? Got your money already, so hurry up and get lost! You bunch of money-hungry leeches!"
Naturally, many adults were displeased, but it was undeniable that this boy was the future leader and now controlled over half of the deceased's assets. Thus, the criticisms were limited to murmured grumbles.
"It wasn’t worth giving to that child; the older sibling is still better."
"The elder made a mistake leaving everything to that brat. He'll probably ruin the entire family."
"If not for the dividends..."
The various critiques nearly prompted Tinn to lash out again, and this time it might have been severe enough that even Trai, who had remained silent, spoke firmly.
"Go to your room, Tinn."
"No."
"If you don't go, I'll send you back to school right now!"
"Father!"
That was enough to make Tinn clench his fists tightly. He didn’t want to fly back to school yet, nor did he want to be separated from his older brother. Reluctantly, he spun around and stomped heavily, like a sulky child, back to his room.
Meanwhile, Rasa went off to see the guests out, leaving only Trai, the lawyer, and the one who had received nothing but humiliation remaining in the room.
"Actually, Khun-than had something she intended to give to you, Khun Tul," the lawyer said.
The one who had become the fool at the family gathering looked up and saw the lawyer pulling out an envelope to hand over.
"Khun-than instructed that if anything were to happen to her, this should be given to Khun Tul."
Tul stared at the letter in silence before extending his hand to take it.
"Thank you," he said.
The elderly lawyer sighed, looking at Tul with a sympathetic gaze, just as he had since the young man was a child. Is there anyone in this house who did not see that Khun-than tormented both Tul’s body and mind, even though Tul was such an exceptional grandson?
"I know I shouldn't say this, but I believe Khun-than made a mistake holding a grudge against you. You're a capable and good person. If she had opened her heart and accepted you, she would have known that she had a grandson to be proud of. Still though, I wish you the best... I’ll take my leave now."
Tul forced a smile, watching the lawyer leave. His hand gripped the letter tightly, crumpling it slightly, as his instincts told him that whatever was inside, it wasn't something he wanted to see.
Everyone had already left. The eldest grandson of the house returned to his room, sinking into the chair at his desk. His beautifully mixed-heritage eyes remained fixed on the crumpled letter left behind, as he questioned himself whether he should open it or throw it far out of his sight.
What was in this letter could never be good, and he wondered if he could still keep up the pretense of not feeling anything.
The thought caused his large hand to reach for the envelope. Yet as his fingertips barely touched it, a flood of emotions overwhelmed him. It squeezed his heart, pressing down, suffocating him. He didn’t know why he felt this way, as if the dead were haunting him.
The letter left a sense of unease, even though it had been written years ago. It almost felt like it was cursing him.
It can't hurt you anymore, Ai Tul... it can't do anything…
Though he tried to reassure himself, his large hand moved to grip the edge of the desk, squeezing until he could feel the sharp wood cutting into his skin. His breath came in rapid, shallow gasps, and beads of sweat began to form around his face and back.
Tul could hardly breathe.
Knock, knock, knock…
Creak.
"Khun Tul, are you alright... Hey!"
Tul didn't even hear the person who opened the door. The next thing he knew, Kon Hin was rushing over to steady his shoulder and pull him, hunched over the desk, into an upright position.
"Khun Tul, what's wrong? Should I call the doctor..."
Grip!
"No... no need! I'm fine!"
Tul forced out the hoarse words, his large hand gripping Kon Hin's arm tightly, making Kon Hin even more worried. His hand that was holding Tul's shoulder became firmer because Tul's face had turned pale, looking like he might seize at any moment.
"Khun Tul, you're so pale..."
"I said I'm fine, damn it!!"
Suddenly, the person who had been looking down shouted out loudly, but Pathapee wasn't scared. He was worried.
He couldn’t remain silent just because he was yelled at by his Chao-nai, but his eyes fell on the letter resting quietly on the desk, and understanding suddenly dawned.
"Should I destroy it?"
The listener became still, lifting their gaze to the letter.
"Are you saying I don’t need to read it?"
"Yes."
The mixed-heritage man clenched his fist, staring at the paper that had begun to yellow at the edges, a sign it had been kept for many years. Then he reached out to grip it again.
"No. I will read it. I have to read it."
Tul didn't want to be a coward in front of that woman's spirit.
The speaker took a deep breath, tore the envelope open, as if delaying even a moment longer would rob him of the courage to read it. He pulled out the crumpled paper inside.
Tul had always thought he was brave. He had never known what he truly felt, even when he saw the body—the old woman lying motionless, bloodied at the foot of the stairs. What had he felt then? Probably shock, but more than that, he had avenged himself, released all the pent-up frustration. So why did he now feel fear just from a single letter?
The thought forced his eyes to focus on the contents of the letter.
...I knew this day would come, the day you would stand there laughing in front of my lifeless body…
Tul took a deep, long breath, in order to sneer, mocking the words of the one who knew they were going to die.
...I may not be here forever, but I know you will never grow up to live up to the reputation of this family. Since the day you were born, I knew you would turn out just like your mother, that arrogant foreign woman who wanted to capture my son. Don’t you dare hope your mother will be able to show her face in this house for long. I was the one who kicked her out, made that foreign-eyed woman go back to her country. Too bad she didn’t take you with her. If you weren’t here, this house would have prospered much more.
You might wonder why I’m writing about things you already know, but I want to make it clear once again: you are not the grandchild I wanted. You are not the one your mother sacrificed to protect. You are not the one who made your father rise. You’re just another child growing up in this house, like your friend, that rock-headed fool. You are just a parasite leeching off my family, tarnishing its name. Remember this— the only grandchild I accepted, the only one my family and ancestors accept, is Tinn. Tinn is the true heir of Metthanun. He is my grandchild, but you are not! He will grow to be someone complete and whole, and you must already know that I gave everything to him.
As for you, I know you wanted to kill me. And the fact that I am dying may very well be your doing. You are not my grandchild. I curse you to live a life filled with nothing but destruction. I remember the look in your eyes when you were born, I remember what you wanted to do to me, to seek revenge on me. A child like you should never have been born.
The last thing I leave you with is to make sure you remember this well: "Your life is as worthless as the piece of paper you are holding in your hands"...
Boom!!!
What Tul saw may have only been words on a piece of paper, but what he felt was the old woman’s voice screaming at him, laughing at him, mocking him—just like he was still that four-year-old child who could only cry, hugging his knees in the corner of a storage room. It was hammered into every vein, every cell of his skin, to remind him that he was just a child ignored by his father, abandoned by his mother, just a leftover from a failed relationship.
He heard that old woman's whisper in his ear repeatedly, until his large hand swiped everything off the table, scattering it across the floor. He crumpled the paper into a ball as if it were his grandmother.
"Then you watch my destruction! Watch as the one you cursed has a life better than you ever thought, will own everything, will become everything in this house... Do you hear me!!!"
Tul screamed loudly in the spacious bedroom, spinning around, looking up at the sky, shouting as if the dead were there. Then the young man, who had never broken character his entire life, swept everything within reach off the table, throwing a tantrum like never before. He motioned for Kon Hin to quickly close the door.
"Phii Tul, calm down! Phii Tul!!!"
Kon Hin feared his Chao-nai would harm himself, but his cry couldn’t reach the person shouting back at the one who was gone, shouting... while crying.
"Watch me own everything! I will destroy everything you love!!"
Kon Hin ducked as an object narrowly missed his head, rushed to grab the paper, scanned it quickly, and froze in shock. His eyes welled with tears as he turned to look at Tul with a look of deep sympathy.
Why? How far will you go to hurt Phii Tul? Phii Tul is your grandson! No matter how much you hate him, he is still your grandson! Why is what you leave behind nothing but hatred... why? Khun, why?
The question that will never be answered.
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