Side Story 2- The Highly Difficult Problem (10)

After Rida left, Zahir and Cesare sat in silence for a while, simply staring at each other.

Cesare, who had been standing with his arms crossed, was the first to move.

With only two seats available, he was left with no choice but to sit next to Zahir.

He sank into the chair and shut his eyes, clearly displeased.

Zahir, of course, kept his gaze fixed on Cesare’s face, and the intensity of it made Cesare furrow his brow.

In a soft voice, Zahir finally called his name.

“Cesare.”

“What.”

Even though their son had already left, Rida’s brief presence had been enough to soften the tension in Cesare’s voice.

Zahir noticed and quietly smiled to himself.

Cesare never stayed mad for long—he always gave in, eventually.

“I don’t have anything to apologize for today,” Zahir said. “In fact, I think I did a great job.”

He was repeating exactly what he’d said earlier, and Cesare opened his eyes to look at him.