His child had been living on the streets while he slept in silk sheets.
The rage that filled Sebastián was cold and focused. His mother had destroyed lives to protect a public image before the company’s IPO. She had sacrificed blood for profit.
And then came confirmation from Alma herself.
When Elena’s security chief, Morales, arrived with rehearsed excuses, Alma screamed in terror.
“That man! He took my mom! He was with the fake doctors!”
There was no waiting for warrants.
That night, Sebastián, Héctor, and Alma drove toward San Aurelio under cover of darkness. The clinic looked luxurious — but inside, it was a cage. Bribes opened doors. Threats silenced staff.
In Room 207, they found her.
María sat motionless by the window, pale and hollow, sedatives dulling her mind.
“María…” Sebastián whispered.
No response.
Then Alma ran forward.
“Mommy! It’s me — your little star!”
The fog broke.
María’s eyes filled with tears. She focused on her daughter — then on Sebastián.
“Elena said you never wanted us,” she whispered.
“She lied,” he said, lifting her gently. “We’re leaving. Together.”
Alarms sounded as they escaped. Guards shouted. Flashlights swept the trees as they ran toward Héctor’s car.