Just as Cesare was about to respond to Rida’s concern-filled words, Zahir swiftly intervened, separating Rida from Cesare.
Cesare’s eyebrows twitched at the sudden action, but Zahir showed no hesitation. He looked directly into Rida’s eyes, urging him to take his side.
“Still, we managed to escape this mess thanks to ME this time. Am I right, Rida?”
Yet, Rida had rarely ever taken Zahir’s side before, and this time was no exception.
Shrugging, Rida replied,
“Well, yes, but... because of you, the whole country was thrown into an uproar... Right, Dad?”
“What?”
“Troublemaker, crybaby Dad...”
“....”
It was a sharp jab that left Zahir speechless.
Zahir barely suppressed a sigh.
‘Troublemaker.’
Indeed, what happened today certainly fit into the category of ‘trouble.’
It was baffling and frustrating for Cesare, and nerve-wracking for Zahir — a combination that eventually led to a slight... mishap.
Just a ‘tiny,’ ‘spoonful’ of a mishap.