It all began one stormy afternoon, when Claudia, the maid who had been working silently for years in the Alarcón villa, heard a sound that chilled her blood:
a cry so fragile, so defeated, that it no longer seemed even human.
He came from the room of little Camila, the millionaire’s only daughter.
Rodrigo Alarcón, a man feared in the business world, sat hunched over next to the child’s bed, unrecognizable compared to the invincible tycoon everyone knew.
The doctors had just uttered words that no father should ever have to hear:
« Three months. No more. His illness is now too advanced. »
Rodrigo smashed the table with a punch. He had brought in specialists from Switzerland, Germany, Singapore… the very best money could buy.
Their answer never changed:
« We’re sorry, there’s nothing we can do. »
Claudia entered cautiously, her voice trembling.
« Sir… shall I make you some tea? »
Rodrigo raised his head; his eyes were swollen with tears.
« Tea won’t save my daughter. »
For the first time, Claudia saw the truth:
the richest man in the country was completely impotent.
That night, while the villa slept, Claudia stayed awake, gently cradling Camila in her arms. The little girl was cold, barely breathing.
And suddenly…
she remembered something.
Years earlier, his brother had nearly died from a similar illness. The hospitals had given up. The doctors refused to treat him.
What saved him wasn’t money.
He was a retired doctor, a ghost in the medical world, a man who worked in the shadows because pharmaceutical companies hated him.
His treatments weren’t « legal. »
But they worked.
Claudia froze.
If she spoke about it, Rodrigo could fire her on the spot.
Or worse: accuse her of witchcraft or manipulation.
But to see Camila gasping for air, her small breasts rising and falling in a gesture of agony…
She knew she had to try something.
*For illustrative purposes only*
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