He stayed like that for a while, Raphael leaned back against the soft sofa, then massaged his eyelids briefly and opened them again, exhaling heavily, the man seemed to be exhausted. What he was doing on that laptop, Ezra had no idea, and he had no intention of asking.
"My mom...."
Finally, after Ezra had waited patiently for him to say something, Raphael broke the silence. "If I become an heir, would you want to be like my mom?"
"?????"
Ezra made a puzzled expression, not understanding the meaning behind the question. Raphael seemed to realize this and tried to rephrase his question. "I mean....this is hypothetical. If you were in my mom's position, married to someone as busy as my dad, would you be okay with being just as busy?"
