—Elena, I need to talk to you.
I looked at him without getting up.
—Did you come to see Maya?
Her eyes shifted towards the bed.
-Yes of course.
My daughter was asleep.
My father took just one step closer.
Then he turned back towards me.
—We also need to talk about the accounts.
I felt a deep sadness.
Even there, in front of her injured granddaughter, money remained her priority.
—I'm not going to reactivate the payments.
My father closed his eyes.
—You don't understand what's happening.
—Then explain it to me.
He sat down slowly.
—Chloe is in trouble.
I looked at him without emotion.
—She'll have to sort that out herself.
My father shook his head.
—These are not simple debts.
Her voice began to tremble.
—There are people who have been demanding money from him.
I felt a chill.
—Which people?
My father lowered his gaze.
—Victor Hale.
The name fell upon us like a stone.
