RODRIGO’S POV
“Datu’s lawyer is here. He wants to meet with us. I’ve sent him up. Would you be comfortable being there to hear what he wants to say?” I said to Perlah, trying not to leave her out of something like that, whatever the outcome might be.
“Why wouldn’t I be comfortable? Do you know what he wants?” she asked, and I shook my head, uncertain about it as I proceeded to change out of the tear-stained shirt I was wearing into something more inviting.
“I have no idea what he wants, but I’m guessing it has something to do with the Bayani estate,” I blurted out.
She climbed down from the bed and tugged at the hem of my shirt which she was wearing, trying to cover herself a little bit more.
I looked at her standing there, hair scattered in different places and in nothing but my shi
