Andrew paused, a wave of introspection crashing over him, revealing the depths of his own irrationality. "Edd, some matters are best handled by the boss himself," he said, his voice tinged with resignation. "It's beyond us. Rest while you can. We'll depart when Mr. Karalana returns."
Edd nodded, his eyes reflecting understanding. "I didn't mean to intrude, Andrew. It's just..."
"No need to explain," Andrew interjected gently, sensing Edd's concern. "Take care of your wife. I have preparations to attend to before our departure." He glanced at Afafa, a silent promise in his eyes. "We'll talk later."
A faint smile graced Afafa's lips. "Alright, Andrew," she murmured softly, her gaze lingering on him. Edd watched her, suddenly struck by her radiance. "I never noticed your beauty before," he admitted, his tone filled with wonder.
Afafa's curiosity was sparked. "Why is that, Edmond?" she inquired, a hint of playfulness in her voice, yearning for his praise.