Eduardo hadn't slept that night. The image of the burning car seared in his mind like an open wound. Each time he closed his eyes, he relived the moment when Cecília, coughing and panicking, pulled the twins from the car. The fear etched on Elisa's face, the crying of Helena and Lucas... all of it consumed him from within.
Standing by the office window, with an untouched glass of whiskey on the table, he planned. His cold gaze reflected the determination of a man who would not allow his family to be cornered.
Want to clip my wings, Sophia? I'll tear yours out by the roots.
With a quick gesture, he called his trusted lawyer, the same one who advised him on billion-dollar negotiations.
I want every legal loophole explored. This woman can't have any more contact with the outside world. Cut off visits, maximum monitoring of calls, and I want to track every guard and prison employee. Money won't be an issue.
On the other end of the line, the lawyer hesitated:
