And she hugged him.
It wasn’t a complete pardon. Not yet. It was something more valuable: the first step back.
Behind them, Mateo woke up and raised his arms. Emiliano held him for the first time. The baby smiled and squeezed his shirt with his tiny hands.
And at that moment, on the dirt floor of a miserable hut, Emiliano Ferrer understood that all his fortune was not worth a single breath at that moment.
Seven years later, the old glass mansion was a thing of the past.
The family lived in a spacious and bright hacienda in Querétaro, surrounded by trees, orchards, and children running around the garden.