But it was too late.
María had seen everything.
“How long have you been pretending, little one?” she whispered.
Isabella froze. Her lips trembled.
For the first time in eight years, someone had discovered her secret.
But what came next was worse.
“You don’t understand…” the girl said through tears. “If they find out I can see, I—”
The garden door opened.
It was her father.
And his expression wasn’t surprise.
It was pure, controlled rage.
The Moment Everything Changed
María felt her blood turn cold as she looked at Mr. Westwood.
Not shock.
Not confusion.
Fury.
“Isabella. Go inside. Now.” His voice was soft… and deadly.
The girl jumped up, dropping the book. Before leaving, she glanced at María with a look that said everything:
You shouldn’t have asked.
Now María stood alone with James Westwood — a man who controlled financial empires with a single phone call.
“How long have you been spying on my daughter?” he asked, stepping closer.
“I wasn’t spying,” María whispered. “I just… noticed things.”
“Noticed what exactly?”
This was the moment.
Speak now — or become complicit in something deeply wrong.
“That your daughter can see perfectly. And that you know it.”
Silence.