The silence in the room was so heavy that it felt like no one dared to breathe.
Journalists’ cameras kept rolling.
The invited businessmen watched in incomprehension.
The three sisters stood on the stage.
Valeria.
Camila.
Sofia.
And facing them…
The woman who had abandoned them as babies.
Marisol.
Don Rafael remained seated in the front row.
His hands trembled slightly.
Not from fear.
But from something much deeper.
Thirty years of memories swept silently through his mind.
Sleepless nights.
Illnesses.
The times he had to choose between eating and buying them new shoes.
And now this woman stood there… demanding money.
Marisol stepped toward the stage.
“Don’t be so surprised,” she said coldly. “After all, I am their mother.”
Valeria was the first to react.
She slowly stepped off the stage.
Her heels clicked against the floor.
She stopped in front of Marisol.
“Mother?” she asked.
The word sounded strange coming from her mouth.
Marisol lifted her chin.
—Yes. Thanks to me, they are alive.
Camila and Sofia exchanged glances.
The room remained silent.
Marisol reached into her bag and pulled out a document.
—My lawyers have reviewed everything. Legally, I am their biological mother. I am entitled to a share of his fortune.
Some guests murmured.
Valeria took the paper, examined it for a few seconds, then folded it slowly.
—Thirty years, —she said.
Marisol frowned.
—Thirty years?
—Thirty years without a call.
Without a visit.
Without asking if we were alive or dead.
Sofia stepped down from the stage.
Her eyes shone with a dangerous calm.
—Do you know who taught us to walk?
Marisol said nothing.
—Dad.
Camila spoke from the back.
—Do you know who took us to the hospital when we had a fever?
—Dad.
—Who sold his tools to pay for our university?
—Dad.
Marisol pressed her lips together.
—That doesn’t change the fact that I’m his mother.
Valeria looked up.
—No.
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