Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1413: You can tell me everything.

"That teacher was taken to the police station."

Marcos put his arm around her and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I'll fix things."

"Of course I trust you to fix things, but it still makes me angry." Paulina's heart felt like a cotton plug when she thought about what Esteban had been through. It was hard.

She wanted to run up to that teacher and ask him out loud why he was treating a little boy like that.

"Don't be angry, it won't happen again." Marcos assured him.

"It certainly can't happen again." Paulina calmed down and said, "In the future, when you find teachers for Esteban and Sweety, you have to check who they are first." Marcos smiled, "I know."

Paulina leaned on his arms, sighed and said, "Esteban knows too much, he doesn't tell us when he gets hurt, he suffers in silence he just ..."

At that moment, her eyes reddened again.

"Marcos, am I neglecting Esteban too much?"

Marcos smiled faintly, "No. Esteban has known and been a strong boy since he was a child and I'm not surprised he would do this."

Paulina lowered her eyes, a helpless smile curved the corners of her mouth, "I really don't know if it's good to know so much or not."

She would have preferred that he went home crying, crying to the adults about how people bullied him.

"Well, don't think about it too much. Get some rest, you have work tomorrow." Marcos let go of her and said softly.

Paulina let out a soft "mmm" and lay back down.

"Get some rest." Marcos leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"What about you?" Paulina looked up at him.

"I have work to do, so I'll sleep when I'm done."

"Don't work too hard."

Marcos nodded, "Good night."

He turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a wall light on.

Paulina watched him leave before she closed her eyes, perhaps too tired, and soon fell asleep.

Marcos had just entered the study for a moment when Alvaro came in as well.

"Brother, what's up with Esteban?" asked Alvaro, worried.

Marcos looked at him and answered faintly, "Nothing."

Alvaro stared at him for a moment, "Brother, do you think I believe it's nothing?"

He had heard that he had left the office in a hurry; if nothing had happened, would he have been in such a hurry?

Marcos pondered for a moment, "Esteban's violin teacher is mentally ill and has hit Esteban, not once, not twice."

"Shit!" Alvaro couldn't help but blurt out, "I bet he's the one who gave Esteban all the bruises?"

"Yes. Not only did he hit Esteban, but he also made purposely insulting comments about Esteban."

This was what infuriated Marcos the most; if he hadn't caught it in time, and if he had kept it up, Esteban would have become psychologically twisted and increasingly violent. "Where is the man now?" asked Alvaro.

"They've taken him to the police station."

Hearing this, Alvaro snorted, "That's too cheap! They should have given him a good beating."

Esteban, whom he had grown up with and loved like his own son, was now battered and bruised, and was more angry than distressed.

"Is Esteban all right?" asked Alvaro with concern.

"The ones he has on his body are all traumatic, nothing serious. It's the.

At that moment, Marcos gasped.

Alvaro saw his worried face and quickly asked, "Is something wrong? Is there something else wrong?"

"I'm worried about Esteban's psychological problems." Marcos frowned, "He has preferred to hide it from us for no other reason than to beat that teacher on his own."

Alvaro laughed, "True to his style, a man of La familia Leoz, he never gives up in the face of defeat no matter what."

"You think that's good?" Marcos looked at him.

"Isn't it?" asked Alvaro, puzzled.

Marcos took a deep breath, "Of course not. Esteban is young and not right in the head, and by always losing, and being verbally insulted every time, eventually the psyche gets twisted and the person becomes violent." Alvaro hadn't thought much about this, and now, hearing what he was saying, he stared in surprise, "It can't be that bad, can it?"

"Esteban already has a little psychological problem."

"No way..." Alvaro frowned, "So what happens now?"

"I've contacted Manuel."

"Good." Alvaro breathed a sigh of relief.

Manuel was a great friend of Marcos' and a very good psychiatrist, and he was sure that with his treatment Esteban would be fine. "Don't let your sister-in-law, mom or dad know about this."

Marcos explains when Alvaro is about to leave.

Alvaro smiles, "Don't worry, brother, I won't tell anyone."

Marcos nods: "You'd better not. And you'll be in charge of taking Esteban to Manuel."

"Yeah, no problem."

...

The next day, after breakfast, Marcos and Paulina went to the office.

And Alvaro took Esteban to Manuel's studio.

Manuel was waiting for them early and saw them arrive with a friendly smile, "Esteban, long time."

"Hello Tio Manuel." Esteban called with good humor.

"Good boy." Manuel patted his head and looked at Alvaro, "I may not have time to entertain you, so come back first."

Alvaro pretended to be annoyed, "Manuel, this is too much, I'm a guest anyway, is this your way of treating guests?"

Manuel raised an eyebrow, "I have to attend to Esteban and no one can be around. So ..."

"That's fine. Then I'll leave." Alvaro said without smiling.

He then looked at Esteban, "Esteban, your dad did explain to you that you have to be good and get the treatment from Tio Manuel, okay?" Esteban nodded, "Yes."

Alvaro smiled and pinched his cheek, "Little Uncle wants Esteban to recover quickly."

"Don't worry, with my treatment Esteban will recover soon." Manuel patted him on the shoulder.

"Please." Alvaro turned his head and smiled at him.

"We're all friends, no need to be so formal."

"I'm going, then."

Alvaro waved to them and turned to leave.

"Esteban, let's go inside." Manuel extended his hand toward Esteban.

Esteban hesitated before taking his hand and being led inside.

Manuel led him to a room.

"Sit down." Manuel directed Esteban to take a seat on the couch.

He then picked up a folder and sat down across from Esteban, keeping a soft smile on his handsome face.

One couldn't help but let one's guard down.

"Your father told me everything." Manuel spoke.

Esteban had his hands clasped together and seemed a little nervous.

Seeing this, Manuel said reassuringly, "Don't be nervous, think of me as your friend, you can tell me anything you have." Esteban looked at him, his eyes a little doubtful.

"From now on, I'm your friend, a confidant."

Manuel's words calmed Esteban's nervousness.