Later that afternoon, Alejandro was summoned to the medical director’s office.

“Mr. Martinez,” the doctor began neutrally, “we’ve identified irregularities in certain medication orders.”

“Irregularities?”

“Drugs not typically indicated for this diagnosis — authorized with your signature.”

Alejandro frowned. “I relied on the staff’s expertise.”

“Interestingly, since those medications were discontinued, the patient’s condition has improved.”

The silence that followed was thick.

“Are you suggesting something?” he asked coldly.

“We’re reviewing the facts.”

When he left, his confidence seemed shaken.

That evening, he entered Lucía’s room without greeting her.

“What did you tell them?” he demanded quietly.

Lucía met his eyes with unexpected steadiness.

“The truth.”

“No one will believe you. You were sedated.”

“Not completely.”

He stepped back.

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

“I do,” she answered softly.

The door opened. Carmen and the doctor stepped inside.

“Mr. Martinez, your visitation privileges are suspended while the review continues.”

“This is absurd.”

“It’s precautionary.”

He cast Lucía a final look — anger mixed with disbelief.

“You haven’t won.”

She held his gaze.