Victoria had already endured more pain than anyone deserved.
She wasn’t manipulative and neither was she someone who schemed behind people’s backs. She had always been honest, gentle, and compassionate.
Whenever the old doctor looked at her, she reminded him of a ripe persimmon. Sweet, soft, and so gentle that almost anyone could leave a bruise without even realizing it.
That was exactly why he worried so much about her.
Raquel was nothing like Victoria.
Neither he nor the healer could fully explain why they felt that way, but both of them had begun noticing the same pattern.
Something about Raquel’s gentle smile never quite reached her eyes.
She always sounded sincere, yet every sentence seemed carefully arranged to guide people toward a conclusion she wanted them to reach. She rar
