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Pedro’s footsteps echoed into the private ward just as Dr. Rain was folding Tessa’s chart back into place. He looked sharp in a navy-blue suit, but there was a rare flicker of tension in his eyes as they darted between the doctor and his wife.

“How is she, Doctor?” Pedro asked, his voice steady but edged with concern. “Is my wife alright?”

Dr. Rain turned calmly, giving the composed but slightly rehearsed smile he reserved for high-profile patients. “Mr. Lorenzo, she’s stable now. She experienced a drop in blood sugar, likely from stress and exhaustion. Nothing too alarming, but we’d like her to rest and follow a strict...