Diego's palm pressed flat against Henandez's chest, directly over his heart. His eyes closed in concentration, his breathing slowing to a deliberate rhythm.For a moment, nothing happened. Henandez continued convulsing, the monitors still screaming their warnings.Then Diego's hand seemed to... shift. Not moving physically, but the energy around it became visible—a faint blue-white glow that spread from his palm into Henandez's chest cavity.The convulsions stopped.The monitor's frantic beeping smoothed into something more regular—still not perfect, but no longer chaotic. The erratic spikes on the heart monitor settled into a pattern that, while weak, was at least sustainable.Henandez went still, his chest rising and falling in shallow but steady breaths.Diego removed his hand and stepped back, his own breathing slightly labored from the effort.The room was completely silent except for the now-stable beeping of monitors.Everyone stared—Alvaro with his mouth open, the nurses froze

"I'll need the room cleared completely," Diego said. "No doctors, no nurses, no security. Just me and your son.""What? Why?" Suspicion crept back into Alvaro's voice."Because what I'm about to do requires intense concentration. Any distraction could be fatal—not just for your son, but potentially for me as well." Diego's expression was serious. "The technique to reverse this kind of damage is delicate. One mistake and I could trigger a total cascade collapse.""Then maybe you should have medical support—""Medical support would only interfere. Their equipment, their interventions, their constant monitoring—all of it would disrupt what I need to do." Diego placed a hand on Alvaro's shoulder. "You asked if I could save him. I said yes. But I need optimal conditions to do it. That means privacy."Alvaro looked at his son's still form, at the monitors showing fragile stability, at the blue veining that continued to pulse with corrupted energy."How long will it take?""Hours. Maybe long

"I know! I know it was stupid!" Tears began streaming down Henandez's face. "But then last night, someone showed up at the club. He said he was there to collect for Vasquez. He wasn't like the other collectors—he was younger, dressed well, spoke calmly. Almost polite."Diego's entire body tensed. "Describe him.""Mid-thirties, maybe. Lean build, expensive suit. Dark hair styled differently than it used to be—shorter, cleaner. He had this... this confidence about him. Like he knew he was in complete control." Henandez's hands trembled at the memory. "I told him I wasn't paying. That my father would protect me. And he just smiled.""What did he look like? Specifically." Diego's voice was urgent now."Sharp features. Strong jawline. Eyes that were... cold. Empty. Like looking at someone who didn't care if you lived or died." Henandez paused. "He reminded me of someone, actually. That heir who disappeared a few years ago—Alejandro something. Morales, maybe? But it couldn't have been him.

News vans clustered around Saint Catherine's entrance like vultures around carrion, reporters jockeying for position, cameras capturing every angle. Within an hour of Henandez's miraculous recovery, the story had spread across every news outlet in the city."—what doctors are calling an unprecedented recovery—""—Senator Harrio's son, pronounced on death's door just hours ago, has made a complete turnaround—""—medical experts baffled by the sudden reversal of symptoms—""—some are calling it a miracle, others are demanding investigation into what actually happened—"The headlines multiplied across television screens, websites, social media platforms. Henandez Harrio's impossible recovery became the story of the day, overshadowing political scandals and financial news.In an underground bunker on the city's east side, Alejandro sat on a worn couch watching one of those news broadcasts. The television showed footage of Henandez being wheeled out of his hospital room for transfer to a r

"The senator wanted to make sure we caught whoever tried to kill his boy. So we cleared the floor, made it look abandoned, and waited." The leader's smile was cold. "And here you are. Walking right into it like a dumb fuck."The other men chuckled, their grips tightening on their weapons."You should have stayed in whatever hole you crawled out of," another man growled. "Now we're gonna make you regret ever touching the senator's son.""We're gonna break every bone in your body," a third added. "Make you wish you'd died in that prison break.""Then we're gonna drag what's left of you to the senator so he can finish the job personally."Alejandro stood perfectly still, his hands relaxed at his sides, his breathing calm. Two years ago, this situation would have terrified him. Surrounded, outnumbered, armed men ready to tear him apart—he would have begged, pleaded, offered money he didn't have.But he wasn't that Alejandro anymore."You're making a mistake," he said quietly.The leader l