Ethel cast a pitiful glance towards Rafael.

Rafael stood with his hands in his pockets, his gaze icy and devoid of any intention to speak up for her.

Frustrated, Ethel stomped her foot hard before turning on her heel and walking away.

Watching the girl's retreating figure, Eileen smirked and tucked the money back into her bag.

Rafael stepped forward, wrapping his arm around Eileen's waist. "Let's go to eat."

Eileen glanced at the elevator. "Shouldn't we check on them upstairs?"

Rafael chuckled. "What for?"

"But I'm worried about them..."

Rafael firmly guided her towards the neighboring restaurant. "They're adults. They'll handle their own affairs."

Eileen sighed softly, but followed...