Later that night, María went downstairs for water. Passing Eduardo’s office, she heard raised voices and froze.
“You don’t understand,” Helena snapped. “That child will inherit everything.”
Eduardo sighed. “Leo is my son.”
“I get six million, while he gets the rest? Over a hundred million? It’s obscene!”
“I will not change Sofía’s will.”
Something shattered.
María backed away, heart pounding. Dread settled deep in her chest.
The following morning, Daniel visited.
“You look shaken,” he said gently.
María hesitated, then told him everything she’d overheard.
Daniel’s expression darkened. “She married him for money. I need to warn my father.”
But Eduardo refused to listen. The argument ended bitterly. Daniel left furious—and Helena watched it all, silently planning.
That night, everything aligned.
Eduardo took his sleeping medication at eleven. María left briefly for the pharmacy. Helena waited.
She entered Leo’s room. The baby slept peacefully, sedated from syrup slipped into his bottle earlier.
For one fleeting moment, doubt crept in.
Then greed crushed it.
She wrapped Leo in a blanket, carried him through the back door, and drove away in her black Mercedes.