Rafael's POV
I didn't care if I had to dirty my hands just to shut that bastard up. But the gentle touch of my Nana's hand on my skin dragged my logic back, forcing me to listen to her and not cause a scene.
"He's talking about—"
Nana suddenly stopped and turned to me when we reached the outside of the hotel lobby.
"I don't care what he's talking about. What? Is he still being delusional about me getting back to him?" Her voice sharpened. "You shouldn't be affected by him. You should understand better than anyone that I have you now. And I won't trade what I have right now for anything…"
Her words caught in her throat as she sucked in a shaky breath. That was when I realised she had been crying and was about to cry again.
"Hey… Nana… what's wrong? Were you crying?" I held her arm firmly, my other hand brushing away the tears that started to spill again.
"It's Vivian…"
"She was with you in the elevator, right? Did she do something?"
My Nana exhaled hard and shook her head.
