Support System

Becky's POV

"Get out of there; I know you've been listening for a while." When Freen said that, I couldn't do anything but stand up, holding the blanket I had wrapped around my body.

I didn't know what to say to her, so I just stood there for a few minutes looking at her. Meanwhile, she was also just standing there at the side of the room with lifeless eyes, just looking at me. My heart was breaking at the sight of her, but I chose not to speak. I realized that sometimes silence speaks louder than words, and maybe that was what she needed at that moment. I silently prayed for her to find the strength to overcome whatever was troubling her. I know how she looks up to Mr. On and how he is like a father to her. I don't know how she feels about it, but I'm just wondering about my life without my parents, and losing the only person that serves as your family is already breaking my heart. It's important to be there for someone in their time of need, even if that means just being present and listening. I hope that she finds comfort in knowing that she has a support system and people who care about her.

"I'm going to take a shower in my room, and you can take a shower too; just go to the dining room after you so we can have breakfast. "We still have a press conference to attend, and I'll call your parents about our issue " she said, looking at me with no emotion.

After saying those, she adjusted her robe and fixed herself before going out of my room and leaving me here without looking back at me. I felt a chill down my spine as I realized that something was off about her behavior.

After I showered and got dressed, I immediately went straight to the dining room, as she said. I was surprised to see that Freen was not there. I wondered if she had meant a different room or if I had misunderstood her instructions.

''Hey, Beckzy , come join us .'' Kade invited me to join them at the dining table Tee, on the other hand, stood up and adjusted the chair for me to sit on her left side. Kade and Jim are on the other side of the table, while Saint is sitting in the middle. I smiled and walked towards the dining table, thanking Tee for the kind gesture. As I settled in, I couldn't help but notice the delicious aroma of the food that was being served. Kade had always been a great cook, and today was no exception. The table was filled with different dishes, from grilled chicken to roasted vegetables, and everything looked so appetizing.

"Wow, I thought it was just a simple breakfast." I said seeing those foods on the table.

They looked at me while holding their laughs.

''What?'' I asked confuse of their reaction to what I said.

''Bb , it's already past lunch, " Jim answered my confusion.

''I just decided to cook because they were craving my recipes, and we are all hungry, Kade added.

" Yeah, we haven't eat proper food since yesterday so let's make a feast now " Tee join to the conversation.

I just smiled and noded looking around hoping to see Freen around.

"She's not here. She went out I tried to stop but she insisted." Saint said he must have notice me.

"Where did she go?" I ask. "I'm not sure," he replies. "She didn't mention anything to me before she left."

''Let her be alone. Mr. On is such an important person to her. She might still be processing in her mind'' Saint added.

And I just nodded my head and agreed with him. It was clear that Mr. Ons had a significant impact on her, and it was best to give her space to sort out her thoughts and emotions.

And we all came to think about it in silence. ''As her friends, we should be there for her when she's ready to talk about it. It's important to show our support and let her know that we care. But now the best thing we could do is let her have her time alone," Jim said. The group nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of respecting Freen's need for solitude. They made a mental note to check in on her later and offer any assistance she may need.

"Now, I feel guilty for cooking a lot, like I am celebrating something horrible," Kade says, realizing that.

And we all fell silent again. Now we have all lost our appetite .

''Guys, she's in the morgue where Mr. On's body was.'' Tee suddenly batted in as she checked her phone. Everyone looked at Tee in shock, wondering what news she had received on her phone that could be so disturbing. The atmosphere in the room became even more tense as they waited for Tee to speak.

She shows us her phone, where we can see how Freen was being broadcast going inside the morgue where Mr. On's body was laid. Thankfully, she was with her bodyguards and the hospital's guards, who are blocking the reporters who are trying to get her opinion about this crime.

''As I was expecting , thank God the guards I sent to follow her made it on time, '' Saint blurted out.

And we all looked at him.

''I had a feeling she was going to do this. What ? Do you think I'd just let her go by herself? Saint explained himself as we looked and in disbelief .

Tee shook her head and smiled. Saint always had a plan and was glad that everything worked out well. And we continued looking at the news on the phone. I can see Tee felt relieved knowing that Saint was always there to take care of things. It was not the first time Saint had come through for us, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. His reliability was one of the reasons why we valued his friendship so much.

On the other hand

''Maam, you are not allowed to come in and see the body inside the morgue; only family members are allowed to enter for identification purposes. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause, but we have strict protocols to ensure the privacy and dignity of the deceased. If you are a family member, we can assist you with the identification process. The body is going to undergo an autopsy, so no one is allowed to touch or disturb it until the examination is completed. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation in this matter, '' said the assigned personnel of the morgue where Mr. On's body lay.

''Are you deaf I said I just want to see him. I will not touch or do anything to disturb your investigation, '' said Freen.

The detective who just arrived replied, "I understand your concern, but interfering with an ongoing investigation is a serious offense. Please wait patiently, and we will update you as soon as possible."

'' If you are not a family member, we advise you to contact the authorities or the family to inquire about the situation. We appreciate your understanding and cooperation in this matter.'' The personnel continued.

"I am his family, and I just want to see him," Freen insisted.

''Please, let her through. I am letting you do whatever you want to my husband's body for investigation, but just let her see him one last time. She was like a daughter to us.'' A woman in her 50s batted at the conversation going between them.

The woman in her 50s had tears streaming down her face as she pleaded with the officer to allow Freen to say goodbye. She explained that On had been a constant support system for her when he was still alive and that it would mean the world to them if she could have one last moment with her husband.

The detective and the personnel had nothing to do but let Freen get inside the morgue , and the old woman remained outside with other police officers securing the area. Freen's heart was pounding as she approached the cold metal door, knowing that she was about to come face to face with the victim's body. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, steeling herself for what she was about to see.

Freen was standing as the embalmer pulled out the body of Mr. On from the freezer. The embalmer looked at Freen as the covered body of Mr. On was now visible.

''Are you sure you want to see it ? You might not take it, ma'am. '' The embalmer warned her. Freen nodded her head in affirmation, and with a deep breath, she walked towards the embalmer to have a closer look at the body of Mr. On, hoping to find some closure after his sudden demise.

The embalmer unzips the body bag, and Freen just looks at the body of Mr. On blankly, like seeing the slit throat on the old man's body does bother her.

The wife of Mr. On came inside the morgue and quickly gave her a tight embrace. Freen didn't even flinch and just stood there in silence, looking at Mr. On's wife hugging her; she was not even responding to the old woman's embrace.

It's a horrifying sight.The elderly man appears to have endured a traumatic ordeal before the suspect took his life.Freen's face is expressionless, but she is enraged on the inside. Who would do this to an elderly man?

"Mr. On's body doesn't only have a slit body; it also has cut fingers and a broken leg, ma'am." The embalmer informed her.The only thing Freen said was, "Find out who did this."

"That's what we are doing, ma'am, and that's why we are here." The man in a leader's jacket said to her that the team of this detective was just outside securing the area.

"You all said that when my family died.And yet you used an innocent man to cover up your incompetence in your job," Freen said coldly.The detective attempted to reassure her that they were doing everything possible to find the perpetrator and bring them to justice. As he listened, Freen maintained a stoic expression, clearly resentful of the authorities for their previous failures.

"That is a serious accusation, ma'am.Being a celebrity does not give you the right to disparage our department's ability to do its job, Ms. Sarocha," the detective responded.

"We expect everyone, regardless of position or status, to be treated with respect and professionalism.Please refrain from making such disparaging remarks," the detective stated emphatically.

''Respect?I am not speaking as a privileged individual; I am speaking as a citizen who has been deprived of true justice as a result of a justice system that is blinded by the weight of money and the influence of those in power."Freen's statement emphasizes the pervasive issue of inequity in the justice system, where money and power frequently dictate outcomes.

Addressing these systemic issues is critical to ensuring that justice is truly accessible to all citizens, regardless of socioeconomic status.

The room fell silent as a result of what Freen had just said. The investigator is more surprised than annoyed by what Freen's side claims he has seen all along.

He'd seen this woman on television, social media, and billboards and assumed she was just a dumb beauty with a good heart.

He had never considered the depths that this woman is concealing. Freen's statement should serve as a wake-up call to those who are blinded by people's superficial appearances and fail to recognize their true struggles.

It is critical to recognize that every person, regardless of appearance or social status, has a story that deserves to be heard and addressed.

''So , Mr... What was your name again? Freen continued.

'' Detective Puttichai Kasetsin I am also going to be the pathologist who will perform the autopsy ,but you can just call me Push as people call me that.'' The dete answered and extended his hand to shake Freen's hand. "I'm here to help with the case," he added with a friendly smile.

But Freen just ignored it. '' If you want to earn that respect, you are saying, Please do your job well. I am expecting you are not one of those lousy police I've met a few years back.'' Mew put his hand back and smiled. Freen's cold response didn't deter Mew from his determination to help with the case. He knew that actions speak louder than words, and he was ready to prove himself as a competent and reliable member of the police force.

Freen took the old woman with her and got out of the room, not looking back at them.

''Geez, she is really something,'' the young man next to Mew said, adding, "My crush on her just grows more."

''Bright, when did you get in here?" Mew said he was shaken in his presence.

''Hehe.. "I kind of sneaked out when I heard Freen was here," Bright said, scratching his head.

Freen got out of the place after she and Mr. On's wife finished talking; she gave her a check secretly as she gave her a warm hug and promised to keep in touch. Freen felt relieved that she was able to help Mr. On's wife and hoped that the check would be of great assistance to her family.

She immediately wore her glasses and cap as she walked towards her car. Her bodyguard offered to drive, and she just obliged because of the situation.

"Mr. On has been a longtime family driver of yours; do you think his case right now is connected to what happened to your parents 17 years ago?" That question stopped Freen from entering the car.

The reporter smirked as she realized she had Freen's attention, but Freen simply looked at her and continued to get in the car.

She'd never considered the possibility of a link between Mr. On's case and her parents' incident, but the thought lingered in her mind as she sat in the back seat, watching the city go by.

She knew she needed to look into both situations further and learn the truth.

A familiar smile flashed into her mind as she looked at the driver's side. "Are you all right, Princess?''

"Madam, are you all right?

"Are we returning to the resort?"She is brought back to reality by her bodyguard.

Then, as the light turned green, Freen nodded at him and her bodyguard kept going.

She turned her head to the outside to hide her tears from the man driving her car now.

As she caught a glimpse in the side mirror outside the window, she could see a car of her bodyguards following her and another car ahead of them. Seeing this gesture, she already knew who was behind these all-male bodyguards that came out of nowhere.

''This is probably Saint's doing .'' Freent to herself. Her friends never feels to amaze her she doesn't what will happen to her without them they are her family.

Thinking about the people around her and the murder that happened to Mr. On and the question of the reporter asks her . If ever this thing is really connected 17 years ago this psycho will not stop until all of them are gone.

And she cannot let anyone in her circle be taken away from her again.

Freen dialed a number on her phone .

''I was expecting, you'd call me.'' The voice on the other side said .

Freen grip her phone tight '' Find that motherfucker no what matter what it takes.''

And she ended the call.