The Sainz family dinner was in full swing.
His mother had roasted lamb on the table, his father was pouring wine with all the pomp of a king, his sisters were gossiping about some cousin’s wedding, and Carlos was desperately trying to pretend he wasn’t checking his phone every two minutes under the table.
Then the call came.
Lando, of course. Breathless. Half-shouting, half-panicking.
“Carlos! Max—Max is in emergency care!”

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