Doña Consuelo staggered back. “That’s impossible.”

Maya’s voice hardened. “Mr. Alejandro Valdez.”

The name fell like thunder.

Alejandro Valdez—business tycoon, philanthropist, longtime ally of the family. A man Doña Consuelo trusted with investments, secrets, power.

“No,” Doña Consuelo whispered. “You’re lying.”

“I wish I were,” Maya said. “He paid Rosa once. Then he demanded silence. When she refused… he vanished.”

Lance clenched his jaw. “Which child?”

Maya looked at Popoy.

Popoy’s eyes widened. “Auntie?”

Maya knelt in front of him, holding his face gently. “You are loved,” she said softly. “That’s all that matters.”

Doña Consuelo collapsed onto the sofa.

For years, she had defended men like Alejandro. For years, she had preached morality while protecting monsters.

The next days unfolded like a storm.

Lance hired investigators. DNA tests were conducted discreetly. The truth came back undeniable.

Alejandro Valdez tried to silence them with money.

Then with threats.