The Next Prince, Chapter 39 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 39 pg2
“Prince Rachata ordered that no one...” Sivakorn himself served the honest man too well. Ramil thought he had remained calm enough. When he saw that Sivakorn had no intention of obeying the command, the emotions he had tried to suppress burst out.
“You're trying to undermine my authority as your lord, aren't you!” At this point, the Young Prince no longer cares about maintaining decorum. He shouts loudly.
Intentionally use a powerful command that will leave Sivakorn speechless, emphasizing to everyone that he is a person with delegated power from the ruler.
Whenever the servant challenges the command of his lord, consider it as an act of disrespect towards the Puchongpisut family as well.
“Apologies, Your Highness...” Sivakorn is slightly stunned but quickly understands the message conveyed. Therefore, Prince Rachata's close aide lowers his hand and steps back, avoiding any further interference.
Ramil wastes no time and swiftly pushes open the door, confidently approaching the person sitting with their back turned on the high-backed chair. When Rachata realizes there is an intruder, he intends to turn back to confront the person who dared to interrupt.
“I told you not to come in! Ramil.” The eyes of the father widen, and his initial shout softens when he calls out the name of his only son.
Rachata's posture, filled with confusion and worry, cannot escape the piercing gaze of the observing person. Ramil's face turns red, knowing well why his father is like this... It's not as cold and distant as usual, indicating that...
Rachata is afraid... of something.
“Why would you do that, Father?” The second-ranking person of the family with power lowers his voice, making the father increasingly unhappy. Even though the other side tries to find a way to defuse the situation, this time Ramil can clearly sense the abnormality.
“What did I do?”
“Today's matter... Is it what you're doing?” The person who has been suppressing emotions for a long time clenches their fists, feeling disappointed with their father's actions, as if being hit by a raging storm.
“Who do you think you are! Coming in without asking me anything, then shouting like a madman. How would others think when they hear it!” The father speaks while turning to look at the door. Seeing that it is still tightly closed, he decides to get up from the chair and walk towards each other at the work desk.
Ramil straightens his face and realizes that his father is trying to use body language to intimidate him, wanting him to stop talking and end the conversation. But at this moment, he no longer has anything to fear.
“Is it anyone's business? My father does so much, yet he still has to worry about things other than his own desires!”
“Speak nicely, Ramil. What did I do? What did I do?!”
“Father, you know best.”
How dare you speak to me like this!”
“Father, you think I don't know anything. I'm not stupid... I may not look like it, but if I hadn't gone to help Khanin, Father, you might have turned into a murderer...”
Slap!
“...” His handsome face twitched from the impact, and the young man remained still for so long that he could see his father's toes move slightly before straightening up and looking back without flinching.
“Are you crazy or not... Can you hear me?”
“...”
“Yes! I'm the one who did everything today. I agreed to do everything just for you to win, but you came back and insulted me like this!” Finally, Rachata spoke the truth.
The words hit the face of the only son, causing blood to rise. Shocked from being hit so hard that his face turned. Ramil gradually regained his composure to stand firm for what was right.
“I've told you before, don't get involved in competitions. In the past, Father, you would never interfere with anyone's life. Because of that I respect and admire you, I want to be as good as you are on my own, I want you to truly accept me. I've been asking Father, you all along not to interfere.”
“...”
“And what is this... Father doesn't tell me anything.” Ramil left his words at that, starting to wonder why everything had turned out like this.
“And have you ever made me trust you? Last time, if I hadn't secretly bought the athlete, you would have foolishly chased after Khanin endlessly, even though I had taken care of everything for you. But as soon as you found out, you spent all the money to pay him back until I was almost broke, only caring about that stupid justice! Do you want to lose to it, don't you? Do you want to lose to those Atsawathewathin idiots, right?”
“...”
“You're an idiot. If I don't do this, can you take care of what you should take care of yourself? Waseen said you're stupid and he can see through
Khanin's game!”
“How did Waseen get involved in this matter?”
“It's a wake-up call for me. It's a problem if your financial management is always dependent on what Khanin does. He will turn the tables on you immediately, even though the foolish Meenakarins still sees Khanin as playing a game with you. He lures you into winning, but at a high cost that you still don't realize. How can I trust you?”
“I can understand not trusting each other, but does it have to come to the point of killing someone? Do you want me to have a murderer for a father?”
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