Okay, here's the English translation of that last segment, with the corrections incorporated. This takes place on Friday evening, May 30th, after the burial:
The Friday sun had set over Cancún, and the sky was beginning to fill with stars, silent witnesses to the long and emotional day. Back at Thorne Mansion, after the burial, an atmosphere of weariness and melancholy floated in the air. Agnes, enveloped by everyone's affection, had retired to rest early. Lysandra, Fernando, and Ruby were sitting in the main living room, the low lights creating an intimate ambiance.
It was Fernando who, with a sigh that denoted both fatigue and the urgency of his responsibilities, broke the silence. "Lys, Ruby… I'm afraid I have news that can't wait. A rather serious unforeseen issue has come up with one of the key investors for the project in Mexico City. It's a delicate matter, and I need to fly there tomorrow morning, first thing."
Lysandra looked at him, surprise shadowing her features. "So soon, Fernando? But you just arrived."
"I know, little sister, and believe me, I'm sorrier than anyone," Fernando said, his voice tinged with genuine apology. "My plan was to stay longer, enjoy being here with you all, catch up properly. But this… this can't wait."
Ruby, who had been watching the play of shadows in the garden through the large window, turned to Lysandra with an expression that mirrored her own regret. "I also regret that our exploration of this corner of the world is being cut short so abruptly, Lysandra," she said, her melodious voice carrying a sincerity that touched Lysandra. "I truly hoped to spend more time with you. There's something about you, about this house with its echoes, that intrigues me very deeply." Her green eyes met Lysandra's, and for an instant, that unusual, almost electric connection they had felt before seemed to vibrate between them again.
A pang of sadness tightened Lysandra's chest. Ruby's company, though enigmatic and at times disconcerting, had become a stimulating presence, a welcome distraction from the density of her own thoughts. And the idea of Fernando, her recently reunited brother, leaving so precipitously, filled her with a familiar melancholy.
"Don't worry, little sister" Fernando said, noticing the shadow in Lysandra's gaze, and reaching out to squeeze her hand affectionately. "I promise this will be a quick trip. A couple of days, three at most, and I'll be back before you know it. And then," his characteristic smile returned, though tinged with weariness, "we'll pick up our pending adventures, alright?"
At that moment, as if fate wanted to add another layer to the evening's decisions, Agnes appeared at the threshold of the living room. She looked pale, but a newfound serenity was in her blue eyes. "My children," she said in a quiet but firm voice. "I've made a decision. I need to go to my village. A couple of days, no more. I need to… I need to sort out my mother's little house, her things, put everything in order. It's something I must do."
Lysandra rose immediately, her heart filling with active compassion. "Nana, of course you do. It's the most natural thing. But you don't have to face that alone." She looked at Fernando, who nodded in understanding, and then at Ruby, before a clear resolution formed in her mind. "I'll go with you, Nana. I want to help you with whatever you need. And that way… that way you won't be alone in these moments."
Agnes's eyes welled up with gratitude. "Oh, my dear child, you don't have to go to such trouble. You have your responsibilities, your work…"
"My work can wait a few days," Lysandra interrupted with a firmness full of affection. "And the most important 'thing' for me right now is to be by your side, Nana." The idea of traveling to Agnes's village, that spot deep in the Yucatecan jungle she had heard so much about but never visited, suddenly seemed the only logical path, the only action that resonated with her soul's need to connect, to serve, to get away for a moment from the confusing echoes of the mansion.
Fernando smiled approvingly. "That's a beautiful gesture, Lys. Nana will be infinitely grateful, and I know your company will be a balm for her."
Ruby observed Lysandra with a new intensity, a mixture of surprise and an admiration she didn't try to hide. The woman she had perceived as reserved and perhaps a little distant now revealed a loyalty and a human warmth that deeply moved her.
And as if the universe wanted to test Lysandra's conviction, her phone rang at that very instant. The screen showed the name of Sofía Cabrera, from the Museo Maya.
"Miss Thorne, please excuse the hour, I know it's late," Sofía began, her voice sounding slightly urgent. "But a small question arose with the cataloging of the pieces you saw a few days ago, and I was wondering if by some remote chance you might have a moment to stop by tomorrow and…"
Lysandra looked at Agnes, then at Fernando and Ruby. Her decision was unshakeable. "Sofía, I'm so sorry," she interrupted with polite but firm courtesy. "I'm afraid it will be completely impossible for me in the coming days. A very important and unavoidable family matter has come up that requires my full attention. I'll have to postpone my return to the museum for at least three days, perhaps a little longer. As soon as I can, I'll call you to reschedule our appointment."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by Sofía's understanding voice. "Oh, of course, Miss Thorne, I understand perfectly. Please don't worry at all. Family always comes first. We'll be in touch."
Upon hanging up the phone, a strange sense of peace, of clear purpose, settled in Lysandra's heart. For the first time in a long while, she felt she wasn't just reacting to the events around her, but actively choosing her path—a path that, at that moment, was leading her alongside Agnes into the heart of the jungle, to a place of deep roots and recent grief. Thorne Mansion, with all its mysteries and its temporary inhabitants, would have to wait for her return.