The Romano Mansion was unusually quiet that afternoon.
Rafael stood inside his study, staring at the documents spread across his desk. His expression was darker than usual.
Across from him, Noah folded his arms.
"There isn't another option."
Rafael sighed heavily.
"I know."
"But I still don't want to go."
Noah understood exactly why.Ever since Rafael had recovered, he rarely stayed away from Aria for more than a few hours.
Now...He had to leave Velmora.
A serious problem had surfaced in one of the Romano syndicate's operations in another city. It wasn't something that could be handled through phone calls or video meetings.
The people involved wanted Rafael himself.
Before his memory loss, he would have left immediately without a second thought.
But now...Everything was different.
"I've already postponed this twice," Rafael said quietly.
"If I delay again..."
"They'll think I've become weak."
Noah nodded.
"The families are already waiting."
