His eyes flicked to the scarf wrapped around my neck.
A low hmph escaped his throat—that was all—before he turned and walked back into the dining room.
"Annoying—both father and sons. That stuck-up minister, always acting so smug. Ugh! This is driving me insane!" I unlocked the car remotely, and the two little brats got into the back seat. "I'm not your driver, and you're not my bosses either."
I flung the car door open and started complaining at them.
They lifted their chins and stared back at me, bold as brass.
Ughhh. Hold it together, I-Tim.
If I weren't in such a rush, I'd have jumped out and bitten their necks already.
Once we were in the car, the first thing Jao Pat said made my blood rush straight to my face.
"Rough night, Mom… or should I say, our private Milk-Nanny?"
"Jao Pat!" I was really at my limit now.
"Didn't you say you wanted us to call you Mom?" he said innocently. "Well, we are. One, two, three,"
"Mom… the Wet Nurse!" they chimed together, loud and clear.
I slammed on the brakes, sending both their heads straight into the front seats. When they recovered, they just burst into giggles, completely unfazed, then went right back to chatting nonsense as if nothing had happened.
"Bro, I had a dream last night," Jao Pat kicked off, clearly enjoying himself.
My ears perked up immediately. This was not going to be anything good.
"Dreamed what?" Jao Peem played along.
"I dreamed I heard some weird noises—ah, uh, uh—stuff like that. It was loud. Really loud. Like those Korean movies Achi made us watch."
You little brat… so they really heard that much?
"In my dream, I heard it loud and clear, with both ears," Jao Peem chimed in. "I swear the sound came from the room next to ours."
Great. This was definitely going to become their favorite topic to tease me with.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. There was this one voice—screaming like it was being slaughtered. Must've hit something important. With a scream like that, I bet the impact was brutal."
"You're exaggerating. With that kind of noise, you think anyone would even be able to move afterward?"
"Enough. I'm going to throw up just listening to you—bunch of filthy little brats," I groaned in disgust.
And really, who was there to blame? Their father, obviously.
"What are you talking about, Teacher?" Jao Pat shot back. "We're talking about a game. That kid from downstairs was playing late last night—the sound carried up here. What were you thinking about?"
Nice try. I wasn't stupid enough to fall for that.
"Hey!"
Before I could react, the scarf wrapped around my neck was yanked right off—no prizes for guessing who did it. Jao Pat, of course.
"Patnarin!" I hissed his full name through clenched teeth, hoping he'd get the message. Did that minister seriously never teach his kids basic manners?