It's Always You

Chapter 53

Nam tried to soothe Freen. "Freen, relax. You need to control your voice, or Love might wake up," she whispered firmly, her tone both calming and concerned.

Freen kept repeating, "It's my mistake, I shouldn't have done that," her voice filled with regret. Then, without warning, she collapsed, unconscious. Nam quickly caught her, gently laying her on the bed. She adjusted the blanket, ensuring Freen was comfortable before stepping out.

After dinner, Nop drove Becky home. As Becky gently opened the gate and walked toward the door, Nop called out, "Becky!"

She paused, turning around. Nop stepped out of the car, a bouquet in hand. Approaching her, he offered the flowers and softly kissed her on the cheek. "I love you," he said with a warm smile.

Becky returned a small, gentle smile. Without a word, she gently hugged Nop and turned to enter the house. From a distance, Irin and Richee had been watching the scene unfold.

"Irin," Richee began, but she cut him off with a knowing look.

"She's truly happy with him, Richee. Let her be. Please, stop your nonsense," Irin said, her tone firm but kind. She hugged Richee gently and walked away, leaving him to his thoughts.

Suddenly, Richee's phone buzzed. Nam's name flashed on the screen.

"Phi!" Richee answered quickly.

"Richee, I need to meet you and Davis as soon as possible," Nam said urgently.

"Is something serious, Phi?" Richee's voice tensed.

"I've already asked Davis to come. I need your help. Freen can't go on like this anymore. It's because of you and Davis that she's struggling today. Meet me at London Eye, 8 PM sharp." Nam didn't wait for a reply and hung up.

Becky entered her room and locked the door. She walked to her wardrobe, retrieving a small box. Opening it, she revealed a Pendant encased in a tulip petal resin. She held it briefly, lost in thought, before closing the box again.

Her phone rang suddenly. The caller ID showed "Private Number." She hesitated, then answered.

"Hello, Miss Armstrong," said a deep, unfamiliar voice. "Can we meet tomorrow? Our team has gathered significant information regarding Freen Sarocha Chankimha and Love R. Chankimha."

Becky's face hardened. "Good to know. Let's meet near Central London tomorrow," she replied curtly before disconnecting the call. She stared at her phone, her mind racing.