บท 82: 82. The Prey Among the Prisoners

Hours passed swiftly after that. The sun's intense heat had slightly mellowed, signaling the arrival of the afternoon. Meanwhile, King Sangga Mahesa and Satya were still busy at work. The office had long fallen silent, filled only with the sounds of steady breathing, papers being shuffled, and the rhythmic tapping of a keyboard.

The quiet was eventually broken by Satya's long sigh as he glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's past lunchtime. Is that little bastard still refusing to eat?" he quipped, rubbing his temples wearily.

King Sangga lifted his gaze from his work and smiled faintly, noting the exhaustion in Satya's tone. "He's probably eating at his friend's house right now," he replied casually.

Satya frowned deeply. "What do you mean by that?"

Seeing the confusion on the older man's face, Sangga suddenly realized his mistake. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Your son went out some time ago."