Maria hesitated, then forced herself to continue.
“I think I know how to save Sophia.”
Victor’s head snapped up instantly.
For a moment he simply stared at her, unable to process what he had just heard.
The greatest medical minds in the world had admitted defeat.
And now a housemaid was claiming she had the answer.
“If this is some kind of cruel misunderstanding,” Victor said hoarsely, “you should leave right now.”
Maria didn’t move.
Instead, she stepped closer and spoke in a calm but firm voice.
“Your daughter isn’t dying from an unknown illness,” she said.
Victor felt his heart pound.
“She’s slowly getting worse because she’s been given the wrong medication.”
The room fell into complete silence.
Victor stood abruptly from his chair.
“What are you saying?” he whispered.
“I’ve seen the pills change,” Maria continued carefully. “Sometimes when the nurses left the room, someone else would come in and replace them. After that, Sophia always felt worse.”
Victor’s chest tightened.
“Are you accusing my doctors?” he asked.
“No,” Maria said gently. “I’m not blaming the doctors.”
She paused.
“I believe someone else in this house wanted Sophia to become weaker.”
Victor felt a chill spread through him.