BLINDED BY LOVE

BREAK UP

Absurd.

Pon couldn't digest these words at all.

He opened his mouth, several times trying to speak, but in the end, no sound came out.

After a while, he squeezed out a few words from his teeth.

"Lies."

Pon wasn't crying at this moment. The tears he shed just now dried on his face, leaving an unprecedented calmness.

"It's impossible. Don't lie to me," he said. "You just said the first thing after finally speaking to me is that you want to break up with me. Sai, do you believe it yourself? You're not that kind of person."

He was very sure, his tone firm, as if he knew himself better than Sailub did.

He asked, "Tell me honestly, did my brother and sister threaten you?"

Sailub didn't answer.

He wasn't that kind of person.

This sentence almost cracked the cold calmness on his face.

But if he wasn't that kind of person, then what kind of person was he?

He was a footless bird drifting around, a dandelion scattered by the wind, a moth without seeing daylight.

Just not the kind of person Pon should love.

After a long time, he said softly, "Pon, do you still remember what I said to you when we were in Mueang Chiang Rai,? You and I are worlds apart. But you didn't believe it and insisted that we could give it a try."

"But Pon, you don't understand, people with such different backgrounds cannot be together. We can't even understand each other. Do you know what the life of a poor person is like? It's not having a shelter in winter, sitting in the park with nowhere to go, eating a meal and not knowing where the next one will come from. It's finally having a place to stay, but still not fitting in with the people around you."

He paused, reluctant to reveal his once-tattered life to Pon.

But he had to say, "The few months you spent working may be the hardest time of your life. You've suffered a lot of grievances, and you could have lived your whole life without knowing what life is like for ordinary people. But for me, this is even a rare good time in my life. I've experienced a life far worse than now. So, I need money, Pon."

He took a gentle breath, his voice carrying an imperceptible tenderness but also full of melancholy. "Pon, as you grow older, you'll understand. The first-class passengers on the Titanic and the passengers below deck are two completely different worlds. Not everyone can be Jack and Rose."

Pon's face turned pale.

He could hear the seriousness in Sailub's words.

Just now, he was full of confidence, thinking Sailub was lying to him, but now that confidence was wavering.

He heard Sailub say, "From the beginning, I was entrusted by Sammy to take care of you. Your brother and sister paid me, so I showed kindness to you. Money is very attractive to someone like me who has struggled at the bottom of society."

Pon clenched his phone.

He was panting hurriedly, his face pale, breathing as if he had difficulty breathing.

He endured and endured, but his voice still trembled when he spoke.

Compared to his previous confidence and composure, his voice suddenly weakened a lot.

"Don't talk nonsense," he whispered softly. "You must be lying to me. If you really love money so much, then you should be with me, right?"

He seemed to grasp at a straw for life, even trying to force a smile, but it looked very ugly. "Look, if you're with me, you'll have more money. Don't look at me like this, I also have shares in Aiemkumchai Group, and I have many industries under my name..."