Chapter 65 Blackmail

Early in the morning, Santichai was in class when he suddenly received a text message from an unfamiliar number. The person sent him a photo of the sunrise in the morning. The photo is accompanied by a short message: The morning sunrise is beautiful; wish you were here. He was about to delete the picture and message when he saw Decha's message. Decha wrote: When can you see me today?"

Santichai wrote back that his class would be done at once. Then Decha wrote back to have lunch with him. After class was over, Santichai walked to the coffee shop closest to the university. Approaching the cafe, he saw Decha sitting at a table by the window. He walked into the café and went to Decha's table. He pulled his chair aside and sat across from Decha.

Decha smiled and handed the menu to Santichai, "I already ordered mine."

Santichai quickly jots down his order, then puts the notepad at the side table. He looked at Decha and asked, "Asnee...Asnee...asked you to come, right?"

Decha smiled and said, "No…I think Ai Nee got the message you want him to know after he met your new boyfriend last time. I didn't know your new boyfriend is actually the young master of the Suwannarat family. When I first met him, I thought he was just a doctor working at HappyCare Clinic, and I didn't know that he actually owned the clinic."

"I've only recently learned that he's the owner of HappyCare Clinic," Santichai said. He looked at Decha strangely. "Frank, did Asnee really not ask you to come?"

Decha shook his head. "He won't ask me to see you again." He looked at Santichai. "Also, he...well...he'll never call you again."

Santichai put his phone on the table with a message from an unfamiliar number. He said impatiently, "I got this this morning. Although the number is blocked, I know it was Asnee."

Decha looked at the photos and felt sad. He pushed Santichai's phone back to Santichai and said, "If this is from Asnee, this will be the last message you will ever receive from him. Don't delete it. Stop talking about Ai Nee, talk about you. How are you?"

While chatting, the waitress put the order on the table and left. Decha watched Santichai begin to eat. He was debating if he should tell Santichai about Asnee's medical issue. Right when they are finishing their food, he decided that he shouldn't tell Santichai about Asnee's health because he had promised Asnee.

Decha picked up the cup and drank the water, then put the cup down and looked at Santichai. He said, "Ai Chai..."

Santichai raised his head, "Um..."

Decha asked, "Are you happy now?"

Santichai said, "Yes, no."

Decha asked, "Explain."

"I was happy before Asnee came along. Since he came along, it has brought me back to those days I wish I could forget," Santichai said. He put down his silverware. "Why can't he let me go?"

Decha smiled bitterly. He said, "Maybe it's because he loves you too much, but don't worry. He told me he won't bother you again." He looked at Santichai and sighed.

Santichai asked, "Frank, what's with that ugly face?"

Decha said, "Ai Chai, I am facing a very difficult problem that I have a hard time solving. I hope you can give me some ideas."

Santichai said, "Frank, if the problem is too difficult for you to solve, why do you think I can help you." He put down the spoon and looked at Decha. "Anyway, go ahead and tell me."

Decha said sadly, "I have a friend who has done a lot of bad things to the people she loves, but it turns out that everything she does has a story behind it. Although her boyfriend and I both think she is a scumbag, the truth is that when she was absent from her boyfriend's life those days in the past, was in fact, she was secretly creating a future for her boyfriend and her. Now she is dying of stomach cancer and refuses treatment because her boyfriend has a new girlfriend and plans to marry his new girlfriend. If you were...I mean if...if you were her boyfriend, would you be sad to find out the truth after she died? Or if you were me, should you tell her boyfriend?"

Santichai wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "If I find out later, I'll be pissed. I'll probably rush into her hospital bed and ask for an explanation. I think you should tell her boyfriend, whatever has happened, once upon a time, they must have been very much in love. He has the right to know. Even if he refuses to admit his love, deep down, no matter how long, he still wants to know about the happiness of the person he once loved."

Decha frowned, "But the thing is, I've promised my friend that I won't tell her boyfriend about her situation. If I tell her boyfriend, I betray her trust."

Santichai smiled and said, "Then you did what you did when you tried to solve Asnee and my problem. You don't need to talk to him directly."

"I haven't thought about it yet," Decha said, looking at Santichai. "Ai Chai, what are you doing this weekend?"

"I'm going to accompany KK to his grandfather's resort," Santichai said.

Decha said, "Do you think your boyfriend would mind if you spent a few hours with me?"

Santichai said, "KK is not Asnee. He wouldn't mind." He looked at Decha. "Where are we going?"

Decha said, "We are going to see a little house by the sea."

Santichai looked at Decha. His stammered with his words, "Asnee…is Asnee going too?"

Decha said, "No, he...he...is not going. He's going back to Bangkok."

Santichai said, "Is that what you mean when you say he will not come see me anymore?"

Decha smiled bitterly, "Mmm. Don't worry, you'll never see him again. He promised me."

Santichai asked, "You're weird today. How can you be sure I'll never see Asnee again."

"Trust me...you and Asnee will never see each other again, unless you decide to go to his house to meet him, but then you'll have to face his parents," Decha said. He smiled. "Although if you decide to see him, he probably doesn't want to see you."

Inside the exam room, sitting across from the Siriporn, the neurosurgeon, "It might be a bit of a challenge, but Mr. Siriporn is young and healthy, so his risk is much lower, and his recovery rate is much higher."

Mrs. Siriporn asked, "We don't have a history of brain tumors in our family, how did he get it?"

"We don't know," the neurosurgeon said. "Having a family history of cancer or a brain tumor doesn't mean a family member will have it. It's just that descendants from the same ancestry have a higher risk of developing a brain tumor or cancer."

Asnee asked, "Am I going to be paralyzed?"

"Any operation has risks," said the neurosurgeon, looking at Asnee and Mr. and Mrs. Siriporn. "Until we have surgery, we can't be sure if there will be complications or how severe the complication will be if there is any, but we can be sure that if the tumor is not treated, it will only get bigger. For this tumor, Mr. Siriporn, Do you ever feel like you sometimes suddenly lose vision in your right and left eyes. Also, do you find yourself unable to contain your anger and get angry easily?"

Asnee replied, "Mmm."

"These are all indications that the tumor is getting bigger and putting more pressure on your nerves," the neurosurgeon said. "While it may not be cancerous, I strongly recommend a biopsy."

Asnee said, "I promised a friend to go for a biopsy."

The neurosurgeon said, "I'll have my scheduler pick a date for you."

After leaving the hospital, the Siriporn drove back to their home, and when they got to the house gate, a man was standing outside the residents of the Siriporn. As soon as the car entered the gate and the three got out of the car, the man rushed to the gate and shouted, "Khun nai Siriporn."

Mrs. Siriporn glanced at the man standing behind the gate. She looked at the guard and said, "Throw him out. If he refuses to leave, call the security guards."

When the man saw that Mrs. Siriporn started walking away. He shouted again, "Khun nai Siriporn, do you remember four years ago? If you remember, meet me at BellRose Café​​​."

Asnee turned to Mrs. Siriporn, "Ma…who is he?"

Mrs. Siriporn said, "I don't know. Let's go inside."

Inside BellRose Café, Mrs. Siriporn sat across from a middle-aged man who looked a little dirty. He clenched his hands and said, "Khun Siriporn, my father is having heart surgery. I asked Khun Siriporn if you could give me seven hundred thousand baht."

Mrs. Siriporn sat her coffee on the table and looked at the man. "My son is about to undergo brain surgery, and it will cost me several millions of baht. Why do you think I'll give you the money you ask for?" she said with a smile.

The man said, "You hired me back then... If you don't help me, I will bring this information to the police."

Mrs. Siriporn said, "It doesn't matter who that person is, what deal you do is not my problem. There are thousands of people with the surname Siriporn in Thailand. Why are you so sure that that person is me?" She slammed her hand on the table. "Do you think you can blackmail me with the information you have? You'd better think again." She got up and walked away. She leaned against the man's ear and whispered. "If I can hire you to hurt someone, of course I can hire someone to silence you." She pushed the man back into the chair and put two hundred baht on the table. "Coffee is on me. I don't want to see you again." She walked out of the coffee shop with her two bodyguards.

Just as the man was staring at the two red and white bills on the table, someone blocked his way. He looked up and asked, "Who are you?"

Asnee asked, "What's your relationship with that woman?"

The man said, "I did her a favor back then, but I came to beg her today, but she refused to help me."

Asnee asked, "What kind of favor?" The man hesitated. "If you tell me, I might be able to help you."

The man knew he really needed the money, he said, "I need seven hundred thousand baht."

Asnee looked at the man, "I can help with that. What's your account number?"

The man quickly gave his account number to Asnee. Then his cell phone alerted him that he had received a message of three hundred thousand baht. He looked at Asnee and said, "This is not enough?"

Asnee said, "You tell me what I need to know, and you'll get the rest after the story is over."

The man sighed, "Alright…" He looked at Asnee. "Four years ago, Khun Siriporn asked me to hurt a colleague of mine."

Asnee asked, "What's the name of the worker?"

The man said guiltily, "San...San...Santichai Kittibun..."