Rafael staggered under the force of the blow, but swiftly regained his footing against the sofa.

He gazed at Declan.

Declan's words rang out with clarity, like sunlight piercing through fog.

Indeed, he suffered, but wasn't Eileen suffering as well?

His task wasn't to wallow in self-pity here, but rather to swiftly ascertain the reasons why Eileen wanted to divorce him.

Taking several deep breaths, he dialed the internal line. "Come in."

Half a minute later, Abel entered cautiously, casting an apprehensive glance at Rafael's swollen cheeks and the blood beneath his nose, then nervously turning to Declan.

"Find out immediately why she wants to divorce me," Rafael's voice was...