“Mr. Martinez,” the doctor began in a neutral tone, “we have noticed irregularities in some of the prescriptions.”
“Irregularities?”
“Medications that are not generally indicated for this diagnosis – authorized by your signature.”
Alejandro frowned. “I relied on the staff’s expertise.”
“Interestingly, since stopping these medications, the patient’s condition has improved.”
A heavy silence settled in.
“Are you implying something?” he asked coldly.
“We are examining the facts.”
As he left, he seemed to have lost all confidence.
That same evening, he entered Lucía’s room without greeting her.
“What did you tell them?” he asked in a low voice.
Lucía held his gaze with unexpected stability.
“The truth.”
“No one will believe you. You were under sedation.”
“Not completely.”
He stepped back.
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
“Yes, I know,” she replied softly.
The door opened. Carmen and the doctor entered.
“Mr. Martinez, your visitation rights are suspended pending the investigation.”
“That’s absurd.”
“It’s a precautionary measure.”
He cast one last look at Lucía, a mixture of anger and disbelief.
“You haven’t won.”
She held his gaze.
“There was never any competition.”
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