Do you think I am a fool?

"What's happening here?" Ryan's voice sounded calm, but the underlying edge beneath it was unmistakable. His sharp gaze swept the room, taking in the shards of glass and scattered medicines on the floor before finally settling on Delyth.

Delyth hadn't expected him there, so when she saw him standing at the door, for a brief moment, relief flickered across her face. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she whispered, "Ryan, you have come? Where have you been all this while. I even tried calling you but you never picked up. Were you busy?" she asked as if she still couldn't believe it. 

But her joy faltered the moment it met Ryan's gaze. The hostility in his eyes was palpable, like a physical jab. "I asked what's happening here?"