“It changes everything,” Elena interrupted, without anger. “Because today he hasn’t just humiliated a poor woman. He has humiliated the memory of a man who gave his life for others. And he has hurt a daughter I raised to be better than me.”
Camila couldn’t contain herself any longer. She approached and hugged Elena. The room witnessed that simple and sincere gesture.
“I’m sorry,” said Alejandro, looking at his mother. “I’m really sorry.”
Patricia looked around. The approving glances she was used to were gone. They were cold. Some, full of disappointment.
“Perhaps I went too far…” she said softly, but the words sounded empty.
Elena gently released her daughter from the hug.
— I’m not looking for apologies, ma’am. Nor revenge. Just the truth. And a little respect.
He took his coat from the back of the chair.
— I wish you a good night.
“Mom, we’ll go with you,” Camila said immediately.
Elena smiled for the first time.
— No, darling. You stay. This is your life. Just never forget who you are.
Alejandro stood next to Camila.
— If she leaves, I’m leaving too.
Elena looked at them both and nodded.
— Then let’s go.
As they left the hall in Mexico City, no one blocked their path. No one laughed again. Behind them lay a heavy silence and a wealthy woman who, for the first time in her life, felt truly poor.
