Catalina's heels clicked sharply against the polished floors of the mansion, each step echoing with the weight of her irritation. She stormed toward her husband’s quarters, her mind racing. The thought of Andrei having private conversations with her husband unnerved her. For months, she had worked tirelessly to maintain her grip on the family and its empire, ensuring no loose threads could unravel her carefully curated position.
Reaching the door to her husband’s suite, she paused briefly to compose herself before pushing it open. Inside, the caregiver, Mr. Ortiz, was adjusting the pillows on her husband’s bed. The old man lay peacefully, his eyes closed, his breathing steady.
"Mr. Ortiz," Catalina began, her voice sharp.
The caregiver turned quickly, bowing his head slightly in deferen
