Chapter 3 - The Declaration Of War
Alexander gently set his unconscious daughter onto the white hospital gurney, his gloved hand tenderly brushing a bloody strand of blonde hair from her forehead.
He turned around with agonizing slowness. His posture was rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his neck strained against his high uniform collar. His eyes burned with lethal, unyielding fury.
"You put your hands on my daughter," Alexander said, his cold, sharp tone cutting through the chaotic emergency room like a bayonet.
Carmen backed up against the reception desk, clutching her beige lace gown. "Alexander... listen to me! Sofia was hysterical! She fell into the glass mirror! Javier saw the whole thing!"
Alexander stepped closer, his heavy military boots echoing against the linoleum floor.
"Javier?" Alexander asked, looking directly into the young man's terrified eyes. "Is that what happened, son?"
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Javier swallowed hard, his throat dry, sweating under the harsh fluorescent lights. "Yes... sir... she... she slipped..."
👉 What evidence was hiding inside the liner of Sofia’s torn bridal gown?
