I saw panic flash across his face, fast, uncontrollable.
“Rodrigo…” the woman murmured. “What are you talking about?”
“This house,” I continued in an almost casual tone, “belongs to a holding company that represents my firm. The same one that absorbed your bankrupt company eighteen months ago, under one very clear condition: that my sister be treated as an equal partner and, at the very least, with human dignity.”
The glass Rodrigo was holding began to tremble.
“Elena, wait,” he said, forcing a smile. “You’re misunderstanding everything…”
But it was already too late.
Because Rodrigo still didn’t understand something.
That night he wasn’t going to lose an argument.
He was going to lose everything.
Part 2…
“Elena, wait,” Rodrigo said, forcing a stiff smile. “You’re misunderstanding everything. Maria hasn’t been well lately… she has episodes. We’re all trying to help her.”
I didn’t raise my voice.
I didn’t even frown.
“Help her?” I asked in a low, controlled tone. “By letting her sleep on the floor? By allowing strangers to laugh while you reduce her to just another object in this house?”
Rodrigo opened his mouth, but no words came out.
