Until, at the stroke of dawn, a heartbreaking cry, much louder than everyone's, was heard, making the fortified, the matriarchy, the legionaries and all those who heard it shudder, beyond the countryside of the port of Veracruz.
-WHERE IS HE ? TELL HIM TO FORGIVE ME!
- Turn off the music! —Érika tells the disc jockeys.
- Where is the little count of Malibrán?
Belinda asks, but no one could answer her anymore, because the Countess suddenly appeared suddenly in front of the stage and in the middle of the garden; Pamela and Belinda directed all the reflectors they could towards her, who this time dressed in sky blue with light looms, embroidered in silver, which made her look much thinner and younger, with an elegant hat of fallen brimmed flowers that did not let her face be seen, suddenly, she looked up at the stage, to look towards Tenpecutli.
- Did you do this to me and still make fun? –she says to "La Llorona" —Do you want me to take everyone?
Tenpecutli levitating came down from the stage, although she was only a couple of meters away from the Countess.
-You are wrong Beatriz, I just wanted to give you a chance so that all your sins were forgiven by your divine desire to be a mother, so I gave that horrifying appearance to your son, to see if you would love him the same to get your redemption, so when you despised him your little one, you forged your curse, I did not call you to mock me, I called you to be forgiven, you will no longer have to go around grieving for your son as I sin for mine; Because there you have your child!
Soledad approached walking with a wrapper in her arms, it was a blanket where she brought the best accommodated they could, the disarticulated skeleton they had found in the tomb of the rose bushes; Beatriz turned to look at her incredulous and distrustful, but seeing how the mulatto approached offering her that baby she was carrying in her arms, she took off her hat to release her long and elegant hair, ended up throwing it away so she could take off her gloves, and thus receive in living skin the gift that her former enemy was giving her, A little suspicious but smiling, she received it, but clearer was her smile when she saw the deformed skull of the skeleton, which was the first thing the blankets showed when Soledad discovered them.
- Yes, it's my son!
The Countess says, looking at everyone as if making them participants in her joy.
- Forgive me baby, I swear I will never leave you alone again! Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me.
The Countess said while lulling him as if she were sleeping him, she brought her lips to the deformed skull and gave him a kiss, and that's when it happened, some babbling began to be heard and the baby blanket that the Countess lovingly carried, She began to move and a pair of arms emerged from her.
- It's a real baby!
Pamela says, since she had the best angle of view from above the stage; Beatriz del Real opened the blankets, proud of her son, showing a beautiful baby, with white skin like her and blond hair, the baby moved smiling charmingly and the Countess lifted him to show it to everyone present.
- You have a beautiful baby, woman! Now go be happy and give us back what you have taken, so that we can all be happy again.
Adelina tells her.
The Countess smiled and nodded, walking to the gate lovingly carrying her baby, heading towards the carriage that was already waiting for her outside, and that no one had seen coming.
-The legionaries are coming!
Gregory said through one of the walkie talkies. – I request permission to use lethal force, there are thousands of them!
The legionaries were approaching, But they were with their hands up, now more frightened than furious.
-Wait gringo. –says the Oyster.
—That I think they're not angry anymore.
- It will not be necessary to use lethal force because the legionaries surrendered! –says the Oyster to the Snail.
- The legionaries surrendered, Soledad! The curse has been conjured, now we just have to wait for the Countess to board her carriage for all this to end. – says Adelina, while those who listened to her, celebrated.