Chapter 93The morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of the Morrelo mansion, reflecting off the white marble floors and bouncing onto the elegant chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. The house was calm, filled with the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee and the low murmur of the staff moving about their daily routines.Mrs. Morrelo sat gracefully in the living room, sipping her coffee as one of the butlers approached with a golden tray in hand. On it lay a cream-colored envelope sealed with a rose-gold crest — the Vega family insignia.“Madam,” the butler said respectfully, “this just arrived for you. It was hand-delivered from Mrs. Vega’s residence.”Mrs. Morrelo frowned slightly, lowering her cup. “Mrs. Vega?” she repeated, her tone carrying equal parts curiosity and disbelief. “She has the nerve to send me something after everything that happened?”“Yes, madam. It appears to be an invitation,” the butler replied and gently handed her the envelope.She accept

Chapter 95 – The world felt heavy like the air itself refused to move.For three long days, the Morrelo mansion stood in uneasy silence. The grandeur that once symbolized wealth and power now felt hollow, swallowed by fear and uncertainty.It all began with the crash the one sound that still echoed in everyone’s minds. The sound of screeching tires. Metal crushing against metal. Shattered glass raining like ice. A scene that refused to fade no matter how hard anyone tried.The Night of the AccidentThe truck had come out of nowhere.In the midst of pounding rain and flashing headlights, it had sped across the divider, skidding violently before colliding head-on with the Morrelo limousine. The sound of impact was enough to silence the street.Within minutes, smoke filled the air, horns blared, and strangers were screaming for help.A man in a brown jacket was the first to reach the wreckage. He yanked open the back door with trembling hands. “Call an ambulance!” he shouted. “There are

Chapter 98Mrs. Vega’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white. Her mind replayed every conversation she’d ever had with Mrs. Donato — the arrogance, the veiled threats, the way she had looked down on her family.“You think you can outsmart me, Lucia?” she muttered bitterly to herself as the city lights blurred past her windshield. “You think you can touch what’s mine and get away with it?”Her speed increased. The rain lashed against the windows, lightning flashing in the distance. The wipers swayed back and forth furiously, struggling to keep up.But she didn’t slow down.By the time she pulled into the Donato Tower’s private parking lot, it was nearly midnight. The building’s exterior gleamed with cold white light — the kind that made it look more like a fortress than a corporate headquarters.Security guards moved aside as soon as they recognized her. They could tell by her expression that this was not a social visit.Mrs. Vega stormed through the glass doors, her

The Doctor’s OfficeMeanwhile, in another part of the hospital, Mr. Morrelo sat opposite Dr. Keane, the family’s private physician.The doctor adjusted his glasses, his expression serious. “Mr. Morrelo, your son’s condition is stable, but he’s still unresponsive. The swelling in his brain has reduced slightly, which is good news, but there’s still a risk.”Mr. Morrelo’s jaw tightened. “How long until he wakes up?”The doctor hesitated. “It’s hard to say. It could be days… or weeks. Sometimes, cases like this take months.”Silence hung in the air for a moment.Dr. Keane continued carefully, “We also ran additional tests on the car’s black box and the impact data. The results are… troubling.”Mr. Morrelo leaned forward. “Go on.”“The impact pattern suggests the truck that hit your car wasn’t accidental. It maintained a straight, high-speed trajectory for over forty meters before impact — no attempt to brake, no deviation. Whoever was driving intended to hit you.”Mr. Morrelo’s face dark

Chapter 102That evening, the Vega house was quiet too. Selena sat by the window, scrolling aimlessly through her phone when her mother walked in.“Did you hear?” Mrs. Vega asked.Selena looked up, startled. “Hear what?”“The Morrelos are taking Alexander overseas. Switzerland. Some special hospital.”Selena froze. “When?”“In a few days, I think. They’re already preparing.”Selena’s throat tightened. She turned her face toward the window, blinking hard. “So they’re really leaving.”Mrs. Vega crossed her arms. “It’s for the best, Selena. Maybe he’ll finally get better there.”Selena didn’t respond. Her heart ached at the thought of not seeing him again — not even being able to visit, to sit by his bed, to talk to him like she had.Her mind flooded with memories — their fights, their laughter, the way he’d look at her when he was teasing her. Now he was going away, and she didn’t even get to say goodbye properly.She stood suddenly. “I have to see him.”Mrs. Vega frowned. “Now? It’s la