In twenty-four hours, everything fell apart.
Maria hadn’t been fired, she had been erased from the company’s records the same day Lucas was taken away.
Even worse, Elea made regular payments to a private psychiatric center called San Aurelio Retreat, notorious for hiding “inconvenient” people.
The final blow came quickly, mercilessly, like a truth that asks no permission.
The DNA confirmed it.
Alma was his daughter.
And his son had been getting lost in the world while he slept between silk sheets.
The rage that consumed him was cold and focused, like a knife that does not tremble.
His mother had destroyed lives to protect her public image before the company went public, sacrificing blood for profit.
And then came the confirmation from Alma’s mouth, when Elea’s head of security, Morales, appeared with rehearsed excuses.
Upon seeing him, Alma screamed in terror, backing away as if the air had turned to poison.
“That man!” she shrieked. “He took my mother! He was with the fake doctors!”
At that moment, Sebastian knew there was nothing to wait for, because slow justice also kills.
That night, Sebastian, Hector, and Alma, as their guide, went towards San Aurelio under the cover of darkness.
The clinic looked luxurious on the outside, but inside it was a cage, and the smell of disinfectant hid something worse.
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