The Next Prince, Chapter 39 pg3
The Next Prince, Chapter 39 pg3
“I didn't go that far. I don't want it to come to death. I just want to make Khanin struggle and use his legs. My people are the servants in that area. But, I didn't do this plan to bring down the pole! It's not my doing!”
“What do you mean?”
“I did it for you. I intended for someone to stumble or collide with Khanin so that he would lose his legs or end up disabled. My people are the waiters in that area. But, this pole falling down was not my doing! It's not my doing!” Rachata’s voice trembled.
Rachata tried to control his trembling body with his thick hands pounding on the table, causing a loud noise to reverberate throughout the room. The newfound truth left the young prince stunned and shocked.
“So whose skill is it? Father said it was someone.”
“I don't know. The people from the event have all been taken in for questioning. We'll find out soon.”
We'll find out soon? Do you think someone else needs to know? Do you father stupidly think the person behind it will reveal themselves? When they do this, right with your plot that person means it intentionally throws the blame on you, Father!” The situation was getting worse. What was initially thought to be a game turned into an attempted murder.
Ramil's mixed feelings were relieved when he learned that his father didn't intend to harm Khanin to the point of death, but the other half was filled with overwhelming guilt and remorse.
No matter who takes action, that person already knows that everything has to turn out like this.
It has been planned...
It intentionally uses his father as a fall-guy.
“...”
“I will fix the mistake myself. I will withdraw. Puchongpisut will not participate in the Sovereign-King competition this time. We will show that we did not intend for this to happen, and we did not do this for our own victory.” Ramil turns back, both sides trembling unsteadily.
The young prince feels a bit bitter. Even when his father reached out to hold his arm. Ramil still doesn't feel the warmth from the hands that used to pat his shoulder with affection.
“Stop! I can handle this... Ramil! Don't do that!”
This Young Prince, the only one of Puchongpisut, slowly turns back to his bewildered father, his face looking as if he has done something wrong in those confused eyes, the wrong direction that used to radiate confidence now wraps him in a wrong posture.
Ramil raises his head, the hand that fell by his side approaches each other tightly, he closes his eyes, letting the tears of anxiety flow, wiping his cheeks before going to commit the sin that he did not cause. Ramil decides to leave the last words for the father to ponder.
It's all the lingering feelings.
“Don't do anything more than this... Please... Trust me... Just once.”
“….”
“Don't make me feel embarrassed with a father like this anymore, please...
Your Majesty.”
…
After the chaotic incident, the interviews and social events had to be immediately canceled. The royal doctor from the hospital, the number one in Daveen, was invited to the Royal Palace. Everyone involved in the event, including the staff hired by the Puchongpisut family, was heavily interrogated.
Tarin and Dhipabawon ordered someone to inspect the location to determine if the whole incident was just a real accident or if someone was behind it.
Ramil himself underwent a detailed physical examination, while Rachata was agitated. The leader of the Puchongpisut family was worried about his son, which created a tense and intense atmosphere.
“Uncle probably didn't think Rachata would be the one responsible, right? It seems that Ramil was also injured. If it wasn't just an accident, Puchongpisut would be equally affected.”
Charan didn't wait to hear anyone's explanation. As soon as he arrived, he didn't want to leave Khanin alone. Even the venerable doctor was invited to wait outside.
His handsome face was filled with clear anxiety. Although Khanin kept saying it was nothing, Charan remained in a state of tension, pressure, and concern.
Rumors and speculations started to spread, especially when they saw the young man with his arm in a sling. Charan felt guilty about what had happened.
If he hadn't let Khanin be alone, this wouldn't have happened.
The doctor said he had to wear a sling.”
The young man spoke softly, but his cute face still had a smile that seemed to want to comfort each other. Khanin looked at him with a worried gaze, unable to determine who was the injured one.
“I'm sorry.” It took Charan a while to find his own voice. He moved closer to the bed, raised his hand as if he wanted to touch the injured person, but ultimately stopped in mid-air.
Charan was afraid of hurting Khanin, so he couldn't bring himself to touch him more than this.
“Sorry, I couldn't find you.”
“I said I would protect you, but...”
“It's not your fault. It's an accident. No one wanted this to happen.” It was Khanin himself who moved closer, holding warm hands together, while Charan continued to blame himself.
During that time, the young man had a vivid memory. If it weren't for Ramil's help, Khanin might have been more seriously injured.
“But I couldn't help at all.”
“It's okay, just a sprain. Just having you here helps me feel less scared...”
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