Ploysuay stood with her arms crossed on the marble bench outside Rin Fah House. Her surroundings were profoundly quiet, broken only by the occasional cool breeze. But inside her, a storm raged—a tumultuous whirlwind of confusion and suspicion. Her eyes drifted over the lawn and the frangipani tree, whose scent hung heavy in the air, while the memory of Narajkul from that terrifying night resurfaced vividly.

Suddenly, a familiar engine sound broke the stillness. Narajkul's glossy black sedan slowly cruised past Rin Fah House, moving like a crawling shadow before coming to a stop in front of his own house. The man emerged with his usual air of cold dignity. His sharp, deep eyes swept the area, finally landing on her. Ploysuay instantly averted her gaze while he quickly entered his house, not sparing her another look.

He is acting incredibly suspicious, Ploysuay thought, her eyes glued to his large house. The suspicion boiling inside her unexpectedly gave rise to courage. She suddenly noticed a small wooden gate at the rear of Rin Fah House, which served as a connecting passage between her yard and Narajkul's.

Ploysuay strode briskly toward the small wooden gate. She quickly peeked left and right. Once certain no one was around, she slipped across the boundary and into Narajkul's territory.

She proceeded slowly, cautiously, until she reached a window. Her eyes narrowed as she observed the light movement of the sheer curtain. She slowly lifted her hand and pressed it against the soft fabric, carefully pushing it aside to create a small gap. Ploysuay then peered intently inside, consumed by her burning curiosity.