Isabela remained silent, staring at the floor.

“You need to get yourself under control,” Angélica continued, her voice softer now. “Your behavior is putting everything at risk. Thor is sick, weakened, and you’ve turned this house into a battlefield. You didn’t think about him. Or the baby. Or even yourself. That isn’t love, Isabela—it’s a lack of control.”

“I just want to protect my relationship!” she shot back, her voice trembling.

“Then listen to me with an open heart,” Angélica said, steppin