—Cállese.
Elena’s tone was so dry that even Sofia looked up.
Bernarda narrowed her eyes.
And at that moment his mask fell off.
“Then you listen,” she said. “My son deserves better than a useless woman who lives weeping in a house she didn’t build. If you weren’t so weak, perhaps no one would have to wait for nature to do its work.”
Rodrigo immediately turned towards his mother.
-Mother.
But it was too late.
Because Elena had finally seen the whole monster.
They weren’t suspicions.
They weren’t misinterpretations.
It was real.
Everything was real.
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