บท 275: Revelation II

Indira's words hung in the air, her voice tinged with regret and resignation. As Raphael listened, a subtle smirk crept across his lips, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes.

He regarded her without a smile or a frown, his thoughts concealed, but the expression on his face betrayed his amusement. It was clear to Indira that he was mocking her.

"Listen, Raphael, I'm sorry," Indira pleaded, her voice laden with sorrow. "But this is how it's meant to be."

A deep sadness etched itself onto her features as she spoke, every word accompanied by a profound melancholy. But Raphael's response was as expected—short and nonchalant.

"Okay," he replied, his indifference not surprising Indira at all. She knew all too well how he guarded his emotions, pushing others away when things became too intense.

Indira took a deep, steadying breath, preparing to voice her thoughts, but before she could utter a word, Raphael interrupted her.