And then she made a decision.
“Tomorrow at eight in the morning,” she said, “I want you to be at San Gabriel Hospital.”
Carlos frowned.
“Ma’am… that hospital is private.”
“I know.”
“We can’t afford it.”
“You don’t have to.”
Carlos froze.
“What do you mean?”
Laura looked straight in her eyes.
“That I’ll pay for the treatment.”
Carlos opened his mouth, but no words came out.
“But… ma’am… that’s too much…”
Laura hit her head.
