Almost Lost My Life

Moments later, Pablo returned, his expression unreadable. “Carmen,” he said, his voice calm but firm, “one of the bodyguards I requested is here to take you back to the hospital. You need to be with Romero.”

Carmen looked up from the documents she was reviewing, her brows furrowing. “What? No, Mister Pablo. I’m staying here. There’s too much to do.”

“You’re not bargaining with me on this,” Pablo replied, crossing his arms. “Stand up. I’ll see you to the car.”

“Mister Pablo—”

“Enough, Carmen.” His tone held a rare authority. “Romero is your husband, and he needs you there. I’ll handle things here. Now, let’s go.”

Carmen sighed, knowing better than to argue further. Reluctantly, she stood, gathering her bag. As they walked toward the exit, she glanced at him. “Fine, but make sure you keep your eyes on everything. Don’t let anything slip past you.”

Pablo gave her a reassuring nod. “I’ve got it covered. Trust me.”