He accused her of stealing and threw her out on the street, unaware that she was the only cure for his son. What this millionaire did to apologize will leave you speechless.

“What on earth is going on here?!” his roar broke the spell instantly.

The invisible music ceased. Mireya stopped, slipping slightly in the mud before regaining her balance. Tadeo’s smile vanished, replaced by the automatic terror triggered by his father’s authoritative presence. His arms fell heavily onto the armrests.

Lisandro stormed through the garden. “I pay you to dust, not to expose my son to heatstroke!” he yelled, pointing a trembling finger. “Do you have any idea how fragile he is? You could have caused a collapse!”

Mireya snapped off a glove. She didn’t look down. Her eyes were dark and fierce—eyes that had seen more hunger and struggle than all of Lisandro’s ledgers combined. “He isn’t fragile, sir,” she replied, breathing hard. “He’s a bored child. He’s dying of sadness, not sickness.”

“You are no doctor!” Lisandro spat. “You’re fired! Pack your things and get out of my house right now!”

The silence that followed was thick. Lisandro turned to his son, trying to regain his composure. “It’s alright, Tadeo. It’s over. Let’s go inside, back to the air conditioning.” He grabbed the handles of the wheelchair to turn it, to return his son to the safety of the gloom.

“N… no!”