Mrs. Legare said, “I’m going to see Aitana tomorrow and ask her what happened last night. Joaquin getting drunk definitely has something to do with her. Aitana doesn’t love my son. Tell her to move far away so Joaquin never has to see her again. Then he’ll slowly let go and build a good life with Yehua.”
Mr. Legare replied, “She’s from Wiltspoon. Her family has been there for generations. You can’t just tell her to move away.”
Mrs. Legare insisted, “I don’t care. My son’s drinking is hurting his health, and it’s because of Aitana. She either needs to move—far away—and cut all ties with him, or she needs to accept his feelings. Seeing Joaquin so drunk breaks my heart.”
She didn’t care whether she was right or wrong—she only cared about her son.
And once she said it, she acted on it.
As soon as daylight broke, she went straight to the hospital to find Aitana. Aitana was at work. Ignoring the patients waiting in line, she barged into Aitana’s clinic, slapped her hand on the desk, and confronted her.
“Aitana, I’m asking you—what did you say to my son last night? What did you do? You made him go to a bar and get so drunk he couldn’t even stand!”