From the drama surrounding Der Dok Sadao, after Poo Kanokwan revealed that she had separated from Der after 29 years together, only to find out that her husband had another life for 29 years. She decided to end the relationship while Der was ill because she saw with her own eyes that another woman had come to take care of him.
Kwan, Der's ex-girlfriend from 29 years ago, disclosed to Thairath Entertainment that she was not the 'other life.' She admitted that she was once Der's girlfriend but broke up before he started dating Poo Kanokwan. She already has children and a family. Two years ago, she called Der at midnight because she was drunk. Kwan apologized to Poo for stepping in to help care for Der out of pity, as Der has always been a good person.
Because of this matter, Ple Napat, Der's eldest daughter, has been perceived as helping her father hide this issue and siding with Kwan, leading to heavy criticism directed at her.
Recently, Thairath Entertainment had the opportunity to interview Ple Napat again, during which she outlined her father Der's illness timeline, sharing that she had cared for him from the beginning after receiving a call from her father's wife, and explained why Kwan was asked to help care for her father.
"I am the eldest daughter of Der Dok Sadao with my father's former legally married wife. My parents separated and divorced when I was about 15 to 17 years old. I have always lived with my father because my mother lives abroad.
Now, I want to explain why I became involved in caring for my father, despite accusations that I am harming the family or trying to take my father away. I want to tell the truth from my side. The timeline is as follows.
On March 23, 2025, at 8 a.m., I received a call from my father's wife saying he had numbness on his tongue and weakness in his leg. I asked when it started; she said the evening of March 22. I had to wait for my husband to drive because I don't drive, and I picked my father up around 10 a.m. We went to a public hospital using his healthcare rights to save on medical costs. I handled everything.
That evening, my father's wife visited. She might have been unable to accompany him to the hospital initially. We did whatever we could because he is our father. I told her if she needed help, she could ask. I was glad she cared for my father and did my best to help.
My father stayed in the hospital for seven days for stroke treatment and was discharged on March 31 to go home. After returning home, I cared for him daily around 11 a.m., emptying his urine bag and looking after him. At that time, he could still eat by himself, and I prepared his medication before discharge. This continued for two weeks. During Songkran, relatives visited my father. He was still able to practice walking with a cane and bathe himself; I just supported him.
In May, my father's manager had already taken work assignments. My father was always working and trying to earn money, though not as prosperously as before because of his age. He still wanted to work. The day after returning, my father's wife called again saying he showed similar symptoms. I waited for my husband to drive us to the hospital. Doctors had warned that if it recurred, we must accept that he might become bedridden, but we hoped he would recover as before.
At first in the hospital, his condition was stable. But by evening, the doctor said my father's tongue had dropped, which is very dangerous for breathing, so he needed a breathing tube. I asked if he wanted anyone to visit; he named people, so I called them all using his phone. I felt uneasy and asked if Auntie could visit. Everyone agreed and planned to visit the next day. He said to tell Auntie if anything came up, but I told him the hospital was covered by insurance, so we wouldn't trouble Auntie.
During this time, my father's wife came to care for him daily at first, helped by my husband picking her up. She even reimbursed fuel costs. After Dad moved from the CCU to a regular room, she asked for help lifting his limbs but said she was too tired. I told her I would do it. I visited every morning and evening. If I couldn't come, I asked her to cover those times. If she couldn't, I did it myself. That was fine.
My father was in the hospital for over 10 days. The doctor said the breathing tube could only stay for 14 days, so a tracheostomy was necessary. I consulted with my father's wife, who said the decision was mine. I thought my father was still conscious and aware, able to say who he wanted to see. Nurses encouraged me, saying the tracheostomy wasn't dangerous and could be recovered from. I kept my father's wife informed and we communicated well.
On May 19, 2025, the day of the tracheostomy, my father's wife did not come because she was scared and couldn't accept it. I didn't mind; she visited regularly. Once, my husband's and her conversation was overheard by me. She suggested selling his gold frame to raise money for treatment, which they did for 65,000 baht. I respected their money matters and did not interfere.
After discharge, I consulted with my husband about whether Dad should stay at a care center or a small room in front of the house. He said it was up to me since he knew his father disliked others interfering. The next day, he called to say Dad should stay home as he would feel lonely. I had to agree as an outsider fulfilling my role as daughter.
I said I'd look at the bed with him, but my father's wife told me to go ahead and that she would reimburse me later. I arranged everything—bed, oxygen machine, all patient equipment. She transferred money to me, but I always asked before buying anything and sent photos. She transferred funds according to bills. I never acted on my own.
When Dad moved home, on the first night without a caregiver, I stayed overnight to watch him. Doctors warned that bedridden patients tend to get depressed because they once could walk and do things but now cannot. I informed the family to be patient and speak gently.
While a caregiver was present, I visited daily and never left Dad alone. But over time, she seemed to get tired and perhaps displeased; she became silent or spoke less to me. I always respected her as my father's wife and an elder whom I have known a long time. I kept quiet, feeling that my father was ill and she shouldn't have spoken that way.
One day, when Dad pulled out his feeding tube from his nose, she messaged me saying she wouldn't interfere anymore. I asked if something was wrong or if there was a conflict. I tried contacting her normally via LINE, but she and my father's child stopped answering calls.
When the second caregiver came, I had many work commitments and didn't visit, but I always sent blended food and paid for it myself without asking for anything. I informed them all. Whether the caregiver accepted or not was up to her. For hospital visits, I arranged ambulance transport, and Dad went with the caregiver.
Around the 20th, my father's wife said she would stop hiring caregivers and take care of Dad herself. The caregiver said she would work until the 26th, and I informed my father's wife. I offered to have her teach suctioning techniques, but she said I only needed to provide food. I accepted her order, did not interfere, fulfilled my role, and delivered food.
She became overwhelmed, stopped speaking to me, saying she was in pain all over. I told her I was busy but would come help after finishing work.
When we took Dad for physical therapy, I communicated more with my sister Prai than with my father's wife, whom I talked to less. When I visited, she spoke little or not at all. I sensed she did not want to talk to me, but I respected her as my father's wife and elder. I spoke more with Prai.
Prai sent a message that their mother asked if she should manage everything if Dad's condition worsened or inform me first. I became concerned and Prai sent photos showing Dad coughing with red phlegm, no longer watching TV, seemed depressed, and complained of stomach pain. I was surprised she hadn't told me earlier. I told her it was okay and called an ambulance as I felt uneasy.
When I saw Dad, I couldn't stop crying; he looked pitiful. But I thought, he is our father. Everyone did their best and was tired. If comparing fatigue, I was probably more exhausted because I tried to soften everyone's emotions.
When Dad was hospitalized and the news was public, I was criticized again. The family questioned why it became public. I told them to stay calm and handle it gradually. They said if anyone accused his wife of neglect, I told them we helped care for Dad together and were transparent. I tried to protect everyone—my sister, my father's wife. It happened; we can't stop it. I thought it was good people knew Dad was ill because before no one knew.
Then we chatted on LINE; she said she couldn't manage anymore and told me to handle it. I said I'd see if Dad would stay with relatives or at a care center. After seeing the center, I said Dad should stay there. We communicated little afterward, only reporting to her. When she visited Dad, she didn't inform me but called the center to ask where Dad was. I informed my sister.
When Dad stayed at the center, she visited once a week on Wednesdays for about 20-30 minutes. I felt sorry for Dad; no one was really there. Someone should be with him continuously because it was a single room. Staff came to feed him and change his diaper every two hours, but no one else was there. There should be a relative, and that relative should be me because no one else is helping. Visiting once a week for a few minutes isn't enough, but Dad is our father.
At first, I considered whether he should stay with relatives or at my house. But then I thought the center would be better for care, cleanliness, attention, and visits, which would make Dad happy. Food was provided, so no need to cook. The center's cost was around 43,000 to 45,000 baht.
My father's wife once offered 10,000 baht per month, but at that time, she thought Dad would stay with relatives. She transferred 10,000 for the first month but did not transfer the second month. I messaged her about the payment, and she said the 10,000 was for helping relatives if Dad stayed there but was silent about the center. I did not insist and remained indifferent.
She visited Dad and asked me if I could manage the expenses alone. I said friends and Dad's acquaintances helped, so she didn't have to pay. I told my father's wife that those who came helped once with kindness, providing diapers, and nothing else. We never talked again, and when she visited, she didn't speak to me.
When accusations started saying I sided with Dad and asked for forgiveness, I said I never said that first. They said, 'I know everything but forgive.' I laughed and said, 'Just forgive then.' What could I say? When I didn't respond, they said I sided with Dad.
I never took sides. I told the truth and told Dad that living with his wife was good and not to have anyone else. Dad said he had no one else. That's all. I didn't know about any other woman until they said I knew everything. I simply replied, 'Okay, forgive.' I spoke normally without deep thoughts.
They said, 'Stay with your children. Staying with Poo will be bad. Blood must be thicker than water.' I wondered what that meant—would she stop caring for Dad? She stopped speaking to me and left. She came once a week for 20 minutes each time.
When Kwan first came to visit Dad at the hospital with the daughter, I didn't think much. Visitors are allowed. At the center, Kwan saw me carrying many things and asked if she could help. I agreed. Kwan said if no one helped care for Dad, I could tell her. She had no intentions with Dad. I said I'd let her know if anything happened.
The day they met, if I had ill intentions or wanted to break the family apart, I would have hidden or pretended to ask. I didn't think that because she stopped coming. At that time, my brother was out of town, nurses took care of several rooms on schedule, so I asked Kwan to help for a day or two. They met, but I didn't know about it because I was out on errands.
I never wanted to harm anyone's family. I have my own family and husband and don't want issues about affairs. But since she came only once a week for 20 minutes, I felt Dad might be lonely and needed someone to stay with him all day, always.
The reason I asked Kwan to care for Dad was that when she first saw Dad at the hospital, his feet looked bad. After Kwan helped, his feet were clean. I wasn't thinking about affairs. It was impossible because Dad was bedridden, and the money for care came through me. So, accusing me of siding with a woman I met once is harsh. We should pity Dad more and talk it over. I didn't intrude. I didn't try to contact Kwan because I knew if she didn't want to talk, I wouldn't either. It's always been like that.
When asked if she was upset, Ple said she was sad but tried to understand. You can't please everyone. People who criticize don't know the truth or what we experience. I have accepted it and told the truth. If anyone invades my private space again, I apologize but may take legal action. If you knew me, you wouldn't say such things. My only duty now is to care for Dad wholeheartedly.
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