"There are rifts between you and your youngest," Alejandro said, as Diego poured the coffee on the terrace.
"Yes?"
"I should know. We had our own rift for years." Alejandro took a sip of the coffee and sighed.
"Jaime is different from the others, father."
"Because you make him so," Alejandro said softly. "He'll rebel, and become exactly what you fear."
"A sick child who dies at an early age?"
"Perhaps," Alejandro said. "Imagine him defying all your rules, all your commands. You rule over him like an evil alcalde."
"He'll live to hate you, Diego, if you aren't careful."