“DAD, MY LITTLE SISTER WON’T WAKE UP, WE HAVEN’T EATEN FOR THREE DAYS!” THE MILLIONAIRE WAS SHOCKED.
He quickly lifted her into his arms.
“Let’s go fast. Don’t say anything, just come.
” “Is she asleep, Dad?
” “No. But she’s going to be alright. Let’s go now!”
Tomás hurried outside carrying Alma, while Santiago followed close behind. They climbed into the car. He turned on the hazard lights and pressed the accelerator.
While driving, he tried calling Leticia again.
Voicemail.
From the back seat, Santiago asked quietly,
“Is my mom angry?”
Tomás tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
“No, son. Your mom isn’t well. But I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
“How is the little girl?” a nurse asked as soon as Tomás burst into the emergency room with Alma in his arms.
“How old is she?” she added, rushing forward with a stretcher.
“Three years old. She hasn’t eaten properly for at least two days. She has a fever. She was unconscious when I arrived.
” “We’re going to stabilize her. Please stay here.”
A doctor lifted Alma carefully and placed her onto the stretcher. Santiago clung tightly to his father’s leg without saying anything. Tomás knelt and hugged him.
“They’re going to take care of her. She’s going to be okay.
” “She’s not going to die, is she?”
“No, son. I promise you.”
While Alma was taken to the pediatric emergency ward, Tomás went to the reception desk. He gave the children’s names, explained what little he knew, and asked to speak with social services.
In less than thirty minutes, two staff members were already questioning him about why the children had been alone.
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