Alejandro entered first, placing his suitcase in the center of the marble foyer. He seated Clara and the children on the immaculate white velvet sofa, ignoring the blood and dirt staining it.

“Rosa, bring the first aid kit!” he ordered.

When the maid arrived, Alejandro took the first-aid kit from her. He knelt before Clara and her children. He himself, the great businessman, cleaned the wounds with a gentleness no one knew he possessed.

“Sir, my hands are dirty…” Clara tried to say, embarrassed.

“Your hands are the cleanest in this house, Clara,” he replied, wiping the dust from the nanny’s fingers with a small cloth. “These hands have held my family when I let go of them.”

At that moment, the sound of high heels echoed on the stairs. Valeria was coming down, impeccably dressed, smiling disdainfully.

“What a touching scene,” he said sarcastically. “I see you’ve brought the maid back. Alejandro, get up off the floor, you’re making a fool of yourself. And get that woman out of here before she steals anything else from me.”

Alejandro stood up slowly. He walked over to Clara’s suitcase and opened the beige bag Lucas had pointed to. He reached in and pulled out the gold and diamond Rolex.

“Aha!” Valeria shouted triumphantly. “I knew it! There she is. Thief.”

Alejandro looked at her with a terrifying calm.