Chapter 202 — The Happy Grandfather, the Stunned Grandson, and the Cornered Lawyer The news spread faster than a fire in the middle of summer. The press conference Milagros had improvised—the one she gave without thinking too much, with her heart on fire and reason completely disconnected—reached Fabián Castell’s ears before his morning coffee had even gone cold. And when old Fabián saw the video, sitting in his favorite armchair beside Isabel, his wife of more than sixty years… he exploded. Literally. He jumped up with a burst of energy his bones hadn’t given him in years, brought both hands to his head, and ended up laughing with such contagious euphoria that even the curtains seemed to sway along with him. “ISABEL!” he shouted, overflowing with excitement. “ISABEL, FINALLY! FINALLY, WOMAN! IT HAPPENED! NOW I CAN DIE IN PEACE!” Isabel looked at him over her glasses, with that mix of patience and love that can only be built after a lifetime together. “Don’t say things like th

Chapter 204 — One Month Left The days after lunch at Fabián Castell’s house passed with a calm that felt far too strange. Ayden followed every clause of the contract with rigor, as if every action were his way of proving to Milagros—and to the entire world—that he was no longer the lost young man he had once been. He arrived early, worked with focus, avoided provocations, kept his office spotless, and, without anyone asking him to, stopped by the cafeteria before coming in to bring Milagros her coffee with milk and a giant cornstarch alfajor, the kind with shameless layers of dulce de leche that she had loved so much when they were kids. Sometimes, along with the coffee, a pale pink rose appeared. The same shade she had loved as a little girl, the color she used to stare at for hours in his grandmother Isabel’s garden. Milagros didn’t understand how it was possible for him to remember details she herself believed she had buried. But he remembered. And every gesture, no matter how h

Chapter 206 — Continuation The hotel was lit up like a jewel that afternoon, with the light from the river bouncing off the lobby windows. But Milagros saw none of it. When she arrived, she moved through it like a gust of wind, her blazer buttoned and her purse hanging from her shoulder. Her expression was pure steel. “Ayden Castell?” she asked, approaching without greeting anyone. The receptionist recognized her immediately. “Dr. Saavedra? Good afternoon.” “Good afternoon. Where is Ayden Castell?” she asked again. The girl hesitated slightly. “Mr. Castell went upstairs a few minutes ago,” she replied. “He seemed… dizzy. He was accompanied by two women.” Milagros felt her heart pound hard in her chest. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was fear. Real fear. “Give me a master key. Now.” “I can’t…” the receptionist began automatically. Milagros placed her legal ID on the counter with a sharp thud. “I am Castell Group’s corporate attorney. He is in charge of an international agreem

Chapter 208 — Photos and ThemThe next day, with his test results stabilized and the allergic reaction under control, the doctor signed the discharge papers.“No strenuous activity for a few days, plenty of fluids, antihistamines on schedule,” he instructed. “And please, Mr. Castell, be more careful about who you sit down to share a table with.”Ayden grimaced, half embarrassed, half ironic.“Believe me, I learned my lesson.”Adrián appeared just in time to hear him.“And if you didn’t, I’ll repeat it myself,” he said seriously. “The complaint has already been filed. The footage, the toxicology results, the hotel statements. No one will be able to say this was one of your excesses.”He patted him on the shoulder.“Now go rest. And do me the favor of listening to the woman standing beside you, because she seems to be the only one who knows what she’s doing.”Milagros barely rolled her eyes, but the comment warmed her cheeks.Ayden dressed in the comfortable clothes his father had broug

Chapter 210 — What His Home Kept… and What His Heart KeptMILAGROS’S POVLeaving Ayden Castell’s apartment after that night felt like walking with a weight on her chest she couldn’t quite place, an uncomfortable, persistent feeling she couldn’t settle even when she tried to convince herself that everything had a logical explanation.She had only gone there to take care of him, to make sure he ate, took his medication, and didn’t choke from that allergic reaction that had almost sent him to intensive care. And throughout all that time, she had repeated the same thing to herself over and over.An act of responsibility.A contractual act.That was all.Only that.But when she crossed the threshold and looked at everything inside that apartment, reality struck her in a way she hadn’t seen coming, as if someone had pulled back a veil she herself had been holding up for years.Ayden lived alone, yes.But he did not live empty.The apartment was kept with almost meticulous neatness: the imma