When the doctors informed him that his wife had only a few days left to live, he leaned over her hospital bed and, masking his satisfaction with a cold smile, murmured:
“Medications not typically indicated for this diagnosis—authorized by your signature.”
Alejandro frowned. “I relied on the competence of the staff.”
“Interestingly, the patient’s condition improved after discontinuing these medications.”
There was a thick silence.
“Are you suggesting something?” he asked coldly.
“We analyze the facts.”
When he left, his confidence seemed to be shaken.
That evening he entered Lucía’s room without greeting her.
“What did you tell them?” he asked quietly.
Lucía looked into his eyes with unexpected calm.
“True”.
“No one will believe you. You were sedated.”
“Not quite.”
He moved away.
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
“Yes,” she replied quietly.
The door opened. Carmen and the doctor walked in.
“Mr. Martinez, your visitation privileges are suspended for the duration of the investigation.”
„To absurd.”
“It’s a precaution.”
He gave Lucía one last look – anger mixed with disbelief.
“You didn’t win.”
She looked into his eyes.
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