Who hadn’t been drinking? It was The Day of the Dead Festival, after all. Who did not drink but could drive?
It was Mateo!
Mateo had driven here in his brand-new car today, just to flaunt it in front of me. He wouldn’t have been able to resist showing off when I was at the house. This meant he definitely hadn’t been drinking.
I shoved my daughter into Tia’s arms and sprinted back into the dining room.
Mateo was currently cradling his girlfriend while pampering her like a spoiled child. When he saw me storm in, he barely spared me a glance before quickly looking away.
I knew he wouldn’t agree easily to help me, so I begged, "Mateo, can you please drive me to the hospital?"
He frowned. "Huh? Can’t you go yourself? I still have to take my girlfriend home later. Her family is very strict so I can’t be late."
He knew I didn’t have a driver’s license.
I clenched my hands together in front of me. Pride meant nothing, not if it could save my daughter.
"I don’t have a license… You haven’t been drinking. Please, I’m begging you .... please, help me just this once. Help me, okay?"
However, before Mateo could respond, my aunt stepped between us, blocking my way.