When Worlds Collide (Taynew)

episode ✍️ 72

That was the last straw for Tay. Without hesitation, Tay forcefully grabbed the boy’s hand, shoving him back hard enough that he almost lost his balance and fell.

The boy, trying to regain his composure, sneered at Tay."Who do you think you are? Dating a rich guy like him doesn’t mean you own him. Rich people like New, they never stick around. When he gets bored, he’ll dump you and move on. A guy like him, I bet he changes boyfriends and girlfriends like clothes. His family loves him too much to even say anything about it—he’s a spoiled kid. I’m sure he had someone before you. And when he dumps you, New, let me have a chance. I’m a good choice, you know? We could just have some fun "

That was it. Tay's anger boiled over. If he’d had a gun, he might’ve shot the man right there, but instead, he grabbed his collar and punched him square in the mouth.

“Tar, stop!” New’s voice cracked with panic as he saw the attention of the entire crowd shift toward them. Tay, consumed by fury, shouted, “You bastard! How dare you say that!”

New, close to tears now, pleaded, “Tay, please, stop. Everyone’s watching.” He could feel the weight of the stares and his heart raced with fear.

But Tay wasn’t listening. His anger took control, and he punched the boy again, twice, until blood started to drip from his lips. It was only when Tay heard New’s trembling voice—laced with fear—that he finally froze. Tay looked up, his eyes locking onto New’s terrified expression. Slowly, he released his grip on the boy.

New’s family rushed over, his mother leading the way. “What’s going on here?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

The boy, wiping the blood from his mouth, sneered, “I don’t even know this guy, and he punched me out of nowhere! I’m calling the police to have him arrested!”

New’s mom turned to Tay, who stood there, still seething with anger, his fists clenched tightly. He glared at the boy, as if daring him to say another word.

The wedding reception was in full swing. Arm and his newlywed wife were mingling with guests when he noticed a crowd gathering nearby. He immediately approached, sensing something was wrong. New’s mother stood nearby, looking between New and Tay, her expression concerned.

she asked, her voice sharp with worry. “Tay, why did you hit him?”

Tay, still brimming with anger, glared at the boy, who stood trembling with blood trickling down his lip and face. The boy’s fear was visible, though he tried to maintain a facade of defiance.

Moments later, the boy’s father rushed over, his face dark with fury. “My son’s bleeding! Who did this to you?” he asked his son.

“That man,” the boy spat, pointing at Tay. “Call the police, Dad.”

Tay’s anger flared up again, and he made a move to kick the boy, but New, with tears in his eyes, grabbed Tay’s arm, pleading, “Please, Tar. Let’s go. Let’s just leave.”

Arm finally reached them, alarmed by the sight of New’s tear-streaked face. “New, what’s going on? Why are you crying?”

The boy’s father turned to Arm. “Mr. Arm, Mr. Thitipoom, I don’t know what happened here, but that man attacked my son for no reason! You need to have him arrested!”

Arm’s eyes darkened, his voice growing stern. “Do you even know what you’re saying? You’re asking for someone to be jailed without understanding the situation?”

The boy’s father didn’t back down. “He hit my son! And if you’re protecting him just because he’s family, then we’re canceling all business deals. You need to take responsibility for this!”