As they arrived home, Miguel gently helped Joanna out of the car and supported her as they walked towards the house. He was quiet and focused, his grip on her arm firm but not painful.
When they reached the front door, he ushered her inside and helped her settle onto the couch in the living room. Then, he summoned the household staff, who quickly gathered around.
"See to it that she is well taken care of," he instructed them, his voice firm and authoritative. "She is not to be disturbed. Bring her food and water, and make sure that she has everything she needs."
"Yes sir" The household staff nodded obediently and began attending to Joanna's needs. Miguel, satisfied with their response, turned to leave the room, but not before shooting a glance at Joanna that was cold and distant.
