Raphael's POV
Honestly, seeing her swollen face truly improved my mood. If I knew who beat her, I would pay for customer service. Amelia's eyes watered, and she didn't look great crying in this state. If anything, she looked grotesque.
She collapsed into my mother's arms, and Natalia immediately wrapped her arms around her, murmuring soft reassurances. "You're safe now," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You're safe. No one will hurt you."
I nodded slowly, processing the information. "Oh," I said after a second. "So that's why you were blowing up my phone." I muttered, finally understanding the situation.
My expression shifted slightly, though there was no real concern behind it. "Why did you call me?" I asked. "I'm not your husband. Or the police." I said seriously. Did she want me to get beaten up with her? I already had enough problems as it stood.
