The words fall into the lobby like shattered glass.
“Your father paid for it.”
For a moment, I’m certain I misheard her. Because the alternative—the truth—is impossible.
“You’re lying,” I say immediately.
Dr. Monteverde doesn’t react. She simply studies my face the way she used to in the hospital. Like I’m a case file. A variable. A patient she already understands better than I understand myself.
“I wish I were,” she says quietly.
Adrian’s voice cuts through the air. “Careful, Doctor.” The calm in his tone is far more dangerous than anger. “Accusing Eduardo Valez of attempted murder is not a casual claim.”
“I’m aware,” she replies.
Margaret steps closer behind us. “Then you’ll provide evidence,” she says sharply.
Dr. Monteverde finally looks away from me. Her gaze settles on Adria
