TO SHOU WITH LOVE

30 - DEAD

Upon hearing the contents of the call, Thanapon was momentarily stunned, his brows furrowing slowly. “What did you say?”

“Please come to the funeral home,” the voice on the other end said, “This matter needs to be discussed with you in person.”

The call ended abruptly, leaving Thanapon’s hand holding the phone suspended in the air, motionless for a long while.

Looking at the darkened screen of his phone, he felt a sense of disbelief.

The police station, the funeral home, Tony’s body…

What did it all mean?

Was Tony dead? Or was this just a scam call?

For a moment, Thanapon didn’t know how to react, until Sailub called his name, bringing him back to his senses.

He pocketed his phone, forgetting about the guitar, and turned to walk downstairs.

Sailub picked up the guitar leaning against the wall and followed him down.

Not only did this phone call leave Thanapon stunned for quite some time, even Fiat and his two lackeys were bewildered, standing there staring at each other.

Seeing Thanapon go downstairs, the three of them immediately followed suit.

Thanapon’s strides were long as he quickly crossed the ground floor and stepped out of the bar.

A motorcycle was parked against the side wall of the bar.

He walked over, took out the key to unlock it, and was about to push the bike, but he didn’t.

He lowered his head and found that the rear wheel of the motorcycle was chained to a nearby pipe with a thick and heavy iron chain.

It must have been Fiat’s doing. Frustrated, Thanapon gripped the handlebars and tried to pull the bike outward with force, causing the pipe to shake.

However, the bike remained securely locked, and he cursed under his breath, “F*ck.”

Sailub caught up and glanced at the motorcycle, making a quick decision. “Come on, ride in my car. Your current state isn’t suitable for riding.”

With no better option at the moment, Thanapon reluctantly agreed and walked with Sailub toward the car.

Fiat came out of the bar, cursing under his breath, “F*ck, what kind of trickery is this? Your dad died? You think just because he’s dead, you don’t have to pay back the money? Let me tell you, even if he’s dead, you still…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a black sedan swiftly drove out of Atsadang Slope Street, drifting around a corner and disappearing without a trace, leaving behind the pungent smell of exhaust in the air.

Fiat waved his hand, “Let’s go, get in the car and follow them, let’s see what’s going on.”

Sitting in the back seat, Sailub looked worriedly at Thanapon beside him.

Thanapon kept his face turned towards the window, his furrowed brows and clenched jawline betraying his inner anxiety.

The two long, slender hands, clenched together with such force, almost seemed like the protruding bones would pierce through the thin, pale skin.

Sailub didn’t know what role Thanapon’s father played in his life.

Thanapon always kept his thoughts buried deep inside, refusing to reveal even a single word, so he couldn’t guess what impact this phone call had on Thanapon.