Rafael's POV
Can't this thing be done already? It was annoying.
I shot a protesting glare at my right-hand man, Rodrique, across the room, one eyebrow lifted.
He nodded lightly and started moving toward the conference moderator.I closed my eyes because the reporters' camera flashes were blinding.
"Yes, so, we will accept the last question since all the doctors are busy and need to return to their waiting patients. I'll choose someone who hasn't asked before, right?"
The moderator's shrill voice irritated me.
He should've just ended this ridiculous parade.
"Yes, the one in the green parka, please ask your question."
"Thank you. I have a question for Doctor Rafael. Many people are curious whether your wife is fine with you doing so much volunteer work. Can you tell us her opinion?"
I opened my eyes and shot a sharp glare at the source of that question. He grinned like a rotten gremlin who deserved a punch in the face.
