Yehua hadn’t told Joaquin to give up right away. Instead, she urged him to hold on a little longer.
She loved him. His relentless pursuit of Aitana hurt her deeply, yet she still understood him, supported him, and encouraged him.
Wasn’t this what real love was—wanting someone’s happiness, even if it wasn’t with you?
Aitana herself had told Joaquin he already had someone who truly loved him right in front of him. She’d urged him to choose that person instead of wasting his time on her.
Yehua had been by Joaquin’s side since the day he opened the clinic. Over the years, they had built a quiet rapport.
But Yehua’s life was as heavy as Joaquin’s. She had two younger brothers, aging parents with no pensions, no health insurance, and no savings. Her family had managed to build a three-story house back in their hometown, but it was obvious the house was meant for her brothers, not her.
Her youngest brother was still in elementary school, the older one just starting junior high. As her parents grew less able to care for them, her brothers turned more and more to her for help.