The old doctor paused, letting his words sink in. Rodrigo, a man who had always dictated terms with the weight of his wealth, was confronted with a different reality — one where money held no power, and human spirit and determination were the currency. He swallowed hard, his pride a distant memory in the face of his daughter’s frailty.
Claudia watched the exchange quietly, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope. She had risked everything by bringing them here, driven by the desperate need to give Camila a fighting chance. The doctor’s presence, grounded and wise, filled the small room with a sense of gravity.
“What do I need to do?” Rodrigo asked, his voice barely a whisper. The question hung in the air, carrying the weight of a man unaccustomed to surrender but willing to change for the sake of his child.
