I never talked much about it because Rodrigo laughed at anything he didn’t consider “real work.”
In less than a year, hospitals in Texas, Georgia, and New York were working with us.
My grandfather’s inheritance was the final push.
My lawyers set up a trust, legally protected the company and its assets. Everything was ready… it just wasn’t public yet.
Valeria looked down at my son and smiled with a tenderness that contrasted with the tension in the room.
“Congratulations,” she said. “I came to deliver the board documents. I didn’t know you were giving birth today.”
Rodrigo took the folder with trembling hands.
He flipped through the pages, not understanding… until his eyes locked on a figure.
“Two hundred million…?” he whispered, almost voiceless.
And then he did the only thing he knew how to do when cornered: negotiate.
“Clara… baby… I was stressed,” he said, changing his tone. “I came back, see? I always wanted to fix it.”
Valeria raised an eyebrow, barely.
“Back with your new wife?”
Silence was absolute.
At that moment, my sister entered. She looked Rodrigo up and down without saying a word, then spoke with a dangerous calm:
“You have five seconds to leave before I call security.”