Isabel felt something break inside her.
But she didn’t cry.
She didn’t beg.
She didn’t scream.
She signed the papers with a calmness that disconcerted Hector.
“Just like that?” he asked, surprised. “I knew you’d understand.”
Isabel slowly looked up.
“I signed because you deserve exactly what’s coming next.”
She opened her bag and took out a sealed manila envelope with the logo of a private medical laboratory.
She placed it directly over the name of the supposed heir.
“You’re obsessed with bl:o:od,” she said softly. “Before you celebrate… you should read this.”
Hector’s face tightened. Claudia paled.
“Open it,” Isabel whispered.
“Or tell me… are you afraid to discover the truth about your own empire?”
The piano stopped.
The silence was absolute.
Something was about to destroy everything.
Hector took the envelope with a strained smile, more out of pride than curiosity.
“Always so dramatic, Isabel,” he said as he opened it. “What could a piece of paper possibly say that we don’t already know?” He took out the report. He read the first line.
Then the second. The color drained from his face.
“What is that?” Claudia asked, nervously placing her hand on her stomach. Hector didn’t answer. His eyes scanned the document again and again, as if the words were about to change.
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