Mateo frowned, confused. Doña Leticia let out a mocking laugh.
“Please! What a ridiculous lie!” scoffed the mother-in-law.
“Silence, Leticia!” Mateo shouted, without taking his eyes off the young woman. “Continue.”
Elena swallowed.
“My team and I were developing a prototype for non-invasive neurostimulation. A project specifically designed to stimulate dormant neural pathways in children with severe brain damage. It was my dream. But… my parents died in an accident on the National Highway. I was left alone. I had to drop out of university, lose my scholarship, and find a job to survive.”
Elena pointed toward Santi’s crib. “
When I arrived at this house and read your children’s medical records, I realized something incredible. Leo, Santi, and Diego’s condition… it’s exactly the same neurological profile we used in our simulations in the lab. I knew my prototype could help them. I knew that low-intensity electromagnetic frequencies could trigger their motor responses.”
“And why the hell didn’t you tell me?” Mateo asked, his anger slowly turning into deep confusion.
“Because you’re a businessman surrounded by the most expensive doctors in the country!” Elena replied, weeping openly. “Do you think a millionaire was going to listen to a 22-year-old nanny who couldn’t finish college? No conventional doctor would have allowed the use of an unpatented experimental device. But I knew it would work! And I couldn’t just stand by and watch them wither away while their families treated them like they were already dead.”
