Thor moved toward the hospital bed in slow, deliberate steps. Each one felt heavy, his heart hammering, his face set in grim lines. The room was wrapped in a dense silence, broken only by the steady beep of the heart monitor beside Isabela.

“Good afternoon, Letícia,” he said, his voice firm but restrained.

Letícia looked up at him, eyes red and swollen, the mark of a sleepless night and the lingering shock etched into her features.

“I almost lost my daughter, Thor… my grandchild.” Her voice trembled. “Why did you do this?”

Thor’s gaze was icy, as if protecting the last wall inside himself.

“I’m not to blame for your daughter’s choices. She acted like a child. She refused to accept the end of the engagement. Don’t put the weight of her mistakes on my shoulders. Relationships end all the time—especially when one party never had a choice in the first place and was forced into it by their family.”

“She loves you, Thor. She always has. Her dream was to marry you, to start a family… she bel