Part 2: Suspicion Beneath the Surface
Alejandro returned the next day as if nothing had happened.
He was dressed impeccably, his presence calm, controlled, and carefully composed. He approached the nurses’ station with the practiced concern of someone who wanted to appear deeply invested.
“How is she?” he asked.
“Stable,” Carmen replied evenly.
A subtle tension crossed his face, quickly masked. It was brief—but Lucía noticed everything. She had learned to read him the way one reads weather before a storm.
When he entered her room, his tone softened.
“Darling… you look pale.”
“I’m tired,” Lucía answered weakly.
He leaned closer, lowering his voice.
“I spoke with the lawyer,” he said. “Just in case things… don’t improve.”
Lucía opened her eyes fully now, studying him.
“Always prepared,” she replied.
For a moment, something flickered in his expression—uncertainty, perhaps irritation. Then he recovered.
“I’m protecting what belongs to us,” he said firmly.
Lucía’s voice remained calm.
“What exactly belongs to us, Alejandro?”
Before he could answer, Carmen entered the room with a medication tray.
“Please do not touch the equipment,” she said immediately, noticing his gaze fixed on the IV pump.
“I was just looking,” he replied coldly.
But from that moment on, something shifted.
Later that day, Alejandro was called to the hospital administration office. The tone of the meeting was controlled, but firm.
“There are irregularities in prescription authorizations,” the medical director said.
Alejandro frowned. “I trusted the staff’s judgment.”
“Interestingly,” the doctor continued, “when certain medications were discontinued, the patient’s condition improved.”
Silence settled heavily in the room.
For the first time, Alejandro’s composure began to crack.
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