Chapter 77
“I have already arranged the funeral of Ms. Mirawadee.”
Yossaporn said as he walked in and put the papers on the table. While Mongkol brought snacks to be served.
“This duty, you don’t have to do it,” he said in a calm tone. But Mongkol smiled happily. The only thing was, after losing his wife, there was nothing else to seize except the great merit of the master.
“You go out first.” Ratt turned to speak to Mongkol's son. Before getting up and sitting on the sofa to receive the guests, “We have things to talk about. Sit down.”
Mongkol looked at the face before walking and sitting down on the sofa opposite.
“You haven’t told your son my secret yet, have you?”
“Yes, not yet,” Mongkol replied.
“But I think I’ll find time to tell him as well.”
“No need,” said the
