The Next Prince, Chapter 37 pg3
The Next Prince, Chapter 37 pg3
‘If you don't want to become an accomplice to these treacherous acts, come to the garbage disposal factory in the northern district tonight at half past midnight and prove it for yourself...’
‘Or if the misfortune of other kingdoms and the exposure of
Atsawathewathin's hidden secrets isn't motivating enough, then perhaps consider going there to find your own mother's grave.’
‘The current Sovereign-King is involved in your mother's death, connected through the secrets he has entangled with others... I hope you still care about your mother, rather than being fooled into forgetting that you are his illegitimate child, not a beloved heir of your Phitakthewa family.’
In the largest bedroom of the Phitakthewa mansion, which once reverberated with laughter, now only silence prevailed. Even the sound of the owner's breathing seemed to fade away momentarily, as if there were gaps missing.
Charan was left speechless after reading every letter, the throbbing pain surged through his head almost instantly. His left brain felt heavy and sharp, and he had to gently massage it with his fingers to help alleviate the sudden muscle tension.
He remained in that position for almost ten minutes before deciding to lift the receiver and dial a familiar number, the name that appeared on the screen since the beginning, the person he intended to call all along.
Rrrrr, Rrrr.
The loud ringing from the phone startled Charan before he could press the call button. He quickly picked up the call, searching for a familiar number, as the name displayed on the screen made him anxious to answer. It turned out to be the same person he had intended to call from the beginning.
“Vetit, I was about to make a call to you.” The leader of the Phitakthewa family greeted with a loud voice, creating a tense atmosphere all around, much like the other end of the line that responded with a serious tone.
[Oh, look, did you check the email I sent... shouldn't you be the one calling?]
“Email?”
[Regarding the person I was to investigate, the person who stabbed him with a knife, I received treatment information and sent it in an email... have you not seen it yet?] Sound, the last person on the line listening curiously. When Charan heard that, he quickly opened his notebook to access the information mentioned by the other party.
“I couldn't find the person to talk to.” The narrowed eyes scanned the information that Vetis sent, but it wasn't the right time for him to read it in detail. Because there were other important matters to wait for now.
[If that's the case, what's the matter?] Vetis replied briefly and posed a question, probably because Charan seemed to prioritize other matters more than the case he had been trying to investigate for weeks.
Charan took a clear sigh, raised his hand to his forehead, before speaking out in short sentences to ask the other party to help analyze what was true or what was deceiving.
“Come to the house... come see for yourself.”
Vetis immediately responded and hung up when he heard that. When the room fell silent again, the confusion rushed in, causing Charan to exhale deeply to ease the heaviness in his heart.
The narrowed eyes shifted to look at the letter on the problem owner's desk.
It was necessary for someone to come and help think now. Because everything he had learned was too big to analyze alone.
Inside the quiet second-floor office of Phitakthewa, the atmosphere was stifling, even with the sunlight filtering through the curtains. But the warmth was insufficient to soothe the uneasiness in his soul.
Charan handed the letter to Vetis to read immediately upon the arrival of the other party, and the person quickly read it, pausing when reaching a crucial point.
The young detective peeked at his close friend's face to assess his feelings as he nervously handed back the letter and asked.
“Do you know who sent it or not?” Vetis frowned. The atmosphere around him was no different from when Charan first read this letter.
“Still... I had Khun Narong check the CCTV, see if it's a teenager lurking around, so I asked someone trustworthy to go and check, but the kid doesn't know anything, it seemed like he was being hired again.” Charan recounted what he could do shortly after the call with Vetis. Once Narong finished checking, he ordered Narong to investigate who sent the letter, but the result was as he had told his friend.
Now he couldn't grasp the hand of anyone, the enemy was too close to catch up. Although he tried to extract information from the teenager, he didn't receive any additional answers, other than that he didn't know.
Although it seemed real that the person was hired to deliver the letter, the employer never revealed their identity, only using paper and money to communicate at the appointed meeting point.
“Then what should we do next?” Vetis asked.
Guess the other party may have read his expression. Charan could only sigh deeply in circles. Because there was only one thing hanging heavy in his mind that he wanted an answer right now.
“Then I guess I have to go.” He spoke of the garbage disposal plant in the northern direction, which was the rendezvous point mentioned in the letter. It was a place where he could prove whether Asawatewathit, Nat and
Phitakthewa's people did what they were accused of, and if it was true to some extent, it would help stimulate him to find answers about his mother's death...
The question that used to linger in his mind popped up again, the soulless apparition of his mother who was eaten by leeches still stuck in his eyes.
The horrific event of that day... Charan still kept his emotions buried, the thunderous sound echoed throughout the entire area, resembling the cries of his own voice screaming for his mother, echoing across the hospital.
Everything remained ingrained in his heart, the memories of the past never faded. Charan, as a child, cried as if he were unconscious, waking up and still trying to believe that everything was just a dream. He prayed for it all to be just a nightmare.
But unfortunately, the misfortune became a reality... His mother became Charan's only happiness, counting from the day his father passed away from leukemia.
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