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A Piece of Information

Forth's POV

"Beam, I don't think it's a good idea for me to be here!"

"Of course I know, Forth. But we have to do this. You want to be with me or not?" Beam asked.

"What kind of question is this? Do you really want me to answer this?" I said in bewilderment.

"Then man up and meet my mother." Beam's words hung in the air, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment. Meeting his mother was a significant step in our relationship, and I knew it was something I had to do if I wanted to be with him. I took a deep breath and nodded, determined to face whatever lay ahead.

"Should I be ready to be on my feet? Let's keep the door open just in case," I said, feeling a surge of anxiety. Beam looked at me as if I had another head on my shoulders.

"Fvck it, and let's go, Forth. You're making my blood pressure high," he said, his frustration becoming apparent. His impatience was palpable, and I understood that he wanted to get through this meeting as quickly as possible. I took a deep breath, pushed aside my apprehension, and followed Beam towards the daunting encounter with his mother.

As we rang the bell, my heart was almost in my mouth. If someone saw me right now, they wouldn't believe that I, the engineering campus leader whom everyone was afraid of, was almost on the verge of a heart attack. The contrast between my usual confident demeanor and my current state of nervousness couldn't have been starker. I tried to calm my racing thoughts and focus on the upcoming meeting with Beam's mother.

A minute later, a slim, beautiful but cold-looking woman opened the door and locked eyes with me. Her gaze was intense, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. This was Beam's mother, and I knew that this first impression would be crucial.

"Swadee khap, Mam, I am Forth Jaturapoom," I greeted her with a bow, trying to show respect despite her cold reception. She didn't acknowledge me and simply went inside. Beam let out a sigh and followed her into the house. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and then walked in behind him, determined to make the best of this situation.

"Mom," Beam called out to her from behind, but she continued to ignore her son. She walked toward the hall and sat on the sofa as if nothing unusual was happening. The tension in the room was palpable, and I exchanged a nervous glance with Beam, wondering how this meeting would unfold.

"Mom, seriously, you're more mature than this. What do you want? At least don't act like you're angry; I know you're not. What is this, a fun game?" Beam confronted his mother with a mixture of frustration and concern. He spoke to her as if she were a younger sister he could scold. I was left standing there, utterly bewildered by the situation, unsure of what exactly was going on between them.

"I am angry, disappointed. What do you want me to do? This is not what I expected from you," she said, her ice-cold voice laced with mockery. Her gaze moved from the top to the bottom as if I were a statue standing in the hall, and clearly, she did not like what she saw. The tension in the room escalated, and I couldn't help but feel like an unwanted guest caught in the middle of a family dispute.

"Mom," Beam warned her again, but her judgmental gaze remained unaltered. Beam sat on the sofa, mimicking how his mother sat, folding his arms and crossing one leg over the other, mirroring her posture. The atmosphere in the room was tense, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had entered a complex family dynamic that I was not prepared for.

"I can be as persistent as you. I am your son, after all. Let's see who breaks first," Beam said with a determined smile directed at his mother. It was clear that this standoff was more than just a simple introduction, and I could sense an unspoken history between them that I had yet to fully grasp.

"I want his family background, dating history, and future prospects. What does his family do? Have you met his family? I want an immediate meeting with his family," she calmly relayed these questions, seemingly unperturbed by the tension in the room. Her interrogation felt thorough and calculated as if she were conducting a formal interview. I could feel the weight of her expectations growing even heavier.

"As if you didn't do a whole as*s check on him and his family. How long have you known about him?" Beam retorted. I was in shock, and "surprised" would be an understatement. This exchange revealed a level of complexity in their relationship that was both unexpected and unsettling.

"Nothing you need to be aware of," she replied dismissively, leaving me standing in the hall without anyone's care. Feeling somewhat awkward and out of place, I walked over to Beam and stood beside the sofa, silently waiting for the situation to unfold further.

"Leave him," she said abruptly.

"No, I can leave you if you want," Beam replied, and my mouth hung open in astonishment at his response.

"So you don't need me now that you have a rich as*s boyfriend," she retorted.

"I am rich too," Beam replied.

"It's me who is rich, baby, not you," she countered, smiling at Beam.

"You forgot about my grandparents. They are richer than the royals of this country. I am their only grandson, and they've already written everything to me in their will," Beam explained, dropping a bombshell that left me stunned.

"What?!" I interjected, unable to contain my surprise.

"You didn't tell him?" his mother asked, seemingly shocked.

"No," Beam admitted.

"What didn't you tell me, baby?" I asked, moving in front of him. He sighed but met my gaze.

"Do you know a Bernard, the richest person in the world who died of a heart attack but none of his family was revealed? I am his great-great-grandson, just so you know," Beam casually revealed, as if it were an ordinary piece of information.

"What... what?" I was at a loss for words.

"Beam, that's... what should I do?" I asked him, my head spinning from the revelation.

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