The Millionaire baby kept vomiting, but the employee noticed something that left everyone speechless.
The millionaire baby kept vomiting, but the cook noticed something that left everyone speechless. When baby Diego
She vomited blood for the third time that week; no one in the Montalvo mansion suspected that someone was trying
to systematically murder him. Tuesday morning began, like all the others, in the imposing
Polanco residence. The automatic lights turned on at 6 a.m., illuminating the hallways of
Italian marble and paintings by renowned artists adorned every wall. But in the baby’s room,
A heart-wrenching cry shattered the apparent tranquility. Elena Ruiz had just arrived for her first day of work. With
32 years old, a single mother of a seven-year-old girl, had spent the last 10 years
She was working in modest restaurants in La Condesa. She never imagined she would respond to a job ad.
She worked as a cook in one of the most luxurious mansions in Mexico City. She desperately needed the money.
His daughter Sofia required medical treatment for her asthma, and public hospitals were no longer a viable option.
As she was putting her belongings away in the small utility room, she heard hurried footsteps upstairs.
Shouts. Someone was urgently calling for a doctor. Elena went upstairs, following the sound. Her instinct
A maternal instinct stronger than the protocol of her first day. The scene she encountered paralyzed her. In a room decorated with
The mural featured jungle animals, and a man in an impeccable suit held a baby who wouldn’t stop vomiting.
The Persian rug was stained, and the acidic smell filled the room. But what shocked Elena most was the expression on…
Absolute terror was on the man’s face. “Valentina, where did you leave Dr. Navarro’s number?” Sebastián shouted.
Montalvo, while rocking little Diego in her arms. The baby was barely 8 months old.
Her face was pale and her lips were almost purple. An elegant woman of about 35
Years later, she appeared at the door. Her immaculate pink silk robe, her blonde hair
perfectly coiffed, even at that hour. Valentina Durán, the sister of Sebastián’s deceased wife, lived in the
mansion for 6 months, since the tragic death of Gabriela in a car accident.
I already called, Sebastian. The doctor is on his way. This can’t go on. It’s the
“Third episode this week,” Valentina said in a worried voice, although Elena noticed something strange in her eyes, a
a coldness that didn’t match her words. “Excuse me, sir,” Elena interjected from the doorway. “I’m Elena, the
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“New cook. Can I help with anything?” Sebastian glanced at her for just a second before turning his attention back to the baby.
“Bring clean towels from the bathroom and water, lots of water.” Elena rushed to carry out the orders.
While searching for towels in the enormous marble bathroom, he heard Valentina speaking in a low voice. Sebastian,
I’ve already told you. You need to admit Diego to a private clinic. These episodes are becoming more and more frequent.
“It’s not normal. Gabriela wouldn’t have wanted that,” Sebastián replied, his voice breaking. “My son is staying home.”
Elena returned with the towels and watched as Sebastián gently cleaned little Diego’s face. The baby had
She had stopped vomiting, but was breathing with difficulty. Her little hands clung to her father’s shirt with great force.
Surprising for someone so small and weak. Dr. Ricardo Navarro arrived 20
Minutes later, a man in his fifties with gray hair and a briefcase…
worn leather. Elena retreated to the kitchen, but kept the door ajar. Something about the whole situation
It troubled her deeply. From her position, she could hear fragments of the conversation upstairs. “The
“Last week’s tests didn’t show anything conclusive, Sebastián,” Dr. Navarro said. “There are no infections, there are no…”
Identifiable viruses. The baby’s digestive system seems to be reacting to something, but I can’t
Determine what. What if it’s an allergy? Sebastian asked. We’ve already tried.
Eliminating all common allergens. Milk, soy, gluten—nothing has worked.
Valentina interrupted. Doctor, don’t you think we should consider hospitalization and further testing?
Deep, an endoscopy, perhaps? It’s an option, yes, but we prefer to avoid
Invasive procedures on such young babies, unless absolutely necessary. Elena began preparing the
Breakfast, following the instructions she had received the previous day during her brief interview. The kitchen
It was a dream. State-of-the-art appliances, a pantry full of imported ingredients, an island
central black granite. But as she chopped fresh fruit for juice, her mind remained on that room on the floor.
Valentina came down to the kitchen half an hour later. Her presence filled the room.
The space was filled with an expensive perfume and an energy that Elena couldn’t quite decipher. “You must be Elena,” she said with a
A smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Welcome to the house, Montalvo. I’m sorry your first day is starting with so much
Drama. Don’t worry, ma’am. The baby is better. For now, yes. The doctor…
She gave him medication, but this keeps happening. Valentina poured herself a cup of coffee that
Elena had prepared. Do you have experience with babies? I have a 7-year-old daughter. That’s great. So, you understand?
How difficult it is to see a child suffer. Valentina took a sip of coffee, studying Elena intently.
Little Diego has had terrible luck. First he lost his mother in that horrible accident and now he’s
Mysterious illness. Poor angel. Elena noticed how Valentina emphasized
Certain words. Mysterious illness, as if it wanted to plant an idea.
It’s on everyone’s mind. Haven’t the doctors found anything? Elena asked as she arranged the
Breakfast plates. Absolutely nothing. It’s as if the baby just…
He refuses everything he eats. Sebastian is desperate. We’ve already consulted with
five different specialists. And what does the baby normally eat? Valentina looked at her with some suspicion.
Question. Special formula, very expensive, imported from Switzerland, the best of the
market. I prepare their bottles myself. I don’t trust anyone else with something so important. That last one
The phrase echoed in Elena’s mind. I don’t trust anyone else. Why did she say that?
With such emphasis? Sebastián came down an hour later. Elena watched him with
Discreetly, he poured himself some coffee. He was an attractive man, around 38 years old.
with slightly disheveled black hair and deep dark circles under her eyes that betrayed many sleepless nights.
He wore an impeccable gray suit, but his tie was loose and his shirt wrinkled. The image of a successful man.
that she was losing control of her life. Breakfast is served, Mr. Montalvo, Elena announced softly.