Nuengdiao looked towards the hospital from the luxury car.
He hadn't seen Palm since yesterday's incident at the dance club. Originally he planned to wait for him to come home and then talk. But while waiting, I fell asleep. He didn't know what happened because his memory was still hazy and then he panicked when he woke up. In Nuengdiao's mind, he only knew that he thought about whatever he said at that time, as long as it could hurt the person in front of him.
"Sir, it's okay."
Chanon said. But he didn't respond, his eyes were still turned towards the building until a dark-skinned young man with a prominent jaw, flowing hair covering one side of his face wrapped in a long bandage, holding a medicine bag in one hand, walked up. go out. The father sat behind the wheel and called his son to get into the car. He didn't tell his son that Nuengdiao was also with him, so he was very surprised when he saw him in the car.
After sitting in the passenger seat and fastening the seat belt, everything became quiet. Palm didn't go to school today, and neither did Nuengdiao. Actually he was supposed to go to the dance club today, but he didn't know if he would be kicked out after yesterday's incident. The man who came actually just wanted to meet Palm and ask what the situation was.
"Does it hurt?"
"It's okay, I've fought a lot, it's worse than this."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Sorry"
The word 'duty' was always something that lingered in his mixed emotions. Nuengdiao leaned his head on the chair tiredly.
"You shouldn't have moved here. I'm just causing trouble for you."
Nuengdiao said without irony. It was true that if Palm was attached to him, he would have no freedom. He must have the life he wants. And you're used to being alone.
"No problem. It's just a small problem. Don't worry."
Have you told father about this, Palm? He was about to ask, but stopped.
Chanon didn't seem interested in the conversation between the two of them. He was busy calling someone. Finally, he parked his car on the side of the road, held his cell phone and turned to look at his little master.
"I can't contact Mrs. Tanya's bodyguard."
Brows immediately knit together. He sat up straight.
"What do you mean?"
"Normally, Ms. Tanya's bodyguard would report the situation to me every hour, but he didn't do that this time. I can't contact him either, no one is picking up the phone."
"Where did your mother go today?"
"He said he had an appointment, but he didn't know what it was."
Chanon's face showed how serious the situation was. If possible, he would choose not to say anything but it couldn't be helped.
"I went in first, Palm with his master. If there is nothing, may I come in?"
"No! Let's go together"
"But...."
"That's my mother, Uncle Chanon!"
His voice was almost angry, tears involuntarily falling from his eyes. The person in front of him couldn't say anything else, so he looked at the clock and realized there was no time left. Chanon knew that his master didn't give up easily, so arguing would only be a waste of time. He turned on the turn signal and drove into the far right lane.
"Do you have a gun?"
"of"
Chanon asked his son. After finishing, he took out something and gave it to Nuengdiao while holding it tightly with both hands.
