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Part " 11 "

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Warut's car arrived at the house, and Virutt, who was sitting in the passenger seat, cursed after seeing the person standing at the door of the house.

(Shit , they're here)

Warut looked at Pravat and ordered him to cover Ated's head and carry him so he could run quickly. He got down, carrying him, and walked behind Warut and his guard. The chief guard bowed to them. Warut spoke.

(How are you, Jayet, and how is my father?)

The chief guard answered him as he bowed, then raised his head, his eyes looking at Pravat, who was standing holding a body in his hands.

(Thank you for your question, young sir. I am fine and your father is waiting for you inside)

Warut hummed, then walked, followed by a brother and his guard, inside. As he passed, the chief guard noticed the hand of the person sitting in Pravat’s arms, and his eyes widened.

Since his birth, Ated has had a mole on the back of his hand, on the left side of his left hand, and throughout the years that passed, his father never forgot the mole on his son’s hand. After seeing that mole, he tried to forget it and ignore it, claiming that it was just a resemblance and nothing more.

Pravat entered the room, carrying Ated quickly, and Virutt entered after him, removing the cover from the bed, allowing Pravat to place the youngest on the bed. His eyes widened and he gasped as he saw the blood covering his chest.

He looked at Warut... Virutt moved to gently open the buttons of the shirt and move it away from Ated’s chest in order to clean his body. From blood and changing the bandage until the doctor comes.

Pravat was slowly removing the bandage, cleaning the place of blood, then sterilizing it and re-bandaging it again with another bandage with Virutt. As for Warut, he went down to see his father. He entered the office with a smile, looking at his father, an old man, but his body was still athletic, and his hair had some gray strands.

Warut and Pravat look very much like him, but their eyes resemble their mother's eyes. His father smiled at him and asked him about Pravat, so his eldest son told him that Pravat was changing his clothes. The younger one went down to meet his father with a smile, but he was nervous.

Ated woke up and looked around, then looked at Virutt, who happily got up and approached him. The younger one said his name, making Virutt smile and know that Ated was conscious, but he was hurt when Ated spoke, and his tears covered his eyes as he gasped in pain.

(This is painful, Virutt... I've been suffering from nightmares all my life and then my mother hated me and now they say I'm not her son... So where is my family?)

Virutt sat on the chair, holding one hand and stroking his hair with the other hand, saying:

(Calm down, Ated. First you have to heal and then you will know everything)