Diego’s patience snapped. His voice rang out, sharp and resolute. “Cut it, Mother! I won’t listen to this nonsense anymore. If you’re here to speak against Esmeralda, you should leave. I won’t tolerate it.”
Camila stiffened, her expression darkening at his words. She turned to the doctors hovering nearby, her tone icy. “Leave us. Now.”
The doctors exchanged uncertain glances, but they respected Camila’s commanding presence and exited the room, closing the door behind them. Once they were alone, the tension in the room thickened, an almost suffocating weight pressing down on Diego.
Camila crossed her arms, her piercing gaze fixed on her son. “You’ve been unconscious for almost two days,” she said coldly. “Meanwhile, that woman, your precious Esmeralda, is still in surgery. Do you know wh
