Pablo shifted uncomfortably, his hands clasped behind his back. “Missus Monteiro, the doctors insist you need more rest before you’re discharged. It could be another couple of days at least.”
Carmen scowled, frustration flashing in her eyes. “A couple of days? Mister Pablo, I have a company to run and a business to protect. I can’t afford to be lying here while people like Perez make their moves.”
Romero interjected, his voice calm but commanding. “You’re not going anywhere until you’ve recovered, Carmen. That’s not up for debate.”
Carmen’s eyes darted to Romero, her lips pressing into a thin line. “With all due respect, Mister Monteiro, it’s not your decision to make. You can’t run my life.”