At the Silva Oil Company docks, a crowd had gathered in the early morning. Ronaldo stood on a stack of crates used for transporting oil drums, holding a megaphone. Patricia, wearing a dark green pantsuit, stood beside him, smiling.“Everyone!” Ronaldo called out, his voice amplified by the megaphone. “It is my immense pleasure to introduce you to the future Mrs. Silva and your potential boss: Patricia Borges!”The employees responded with enthusiastic applause, clearly impressed.Ronaldo continued, “We don’t yet know what Patricia will be doing here, but she will be more present from now on. Please cooperate with her and show her respect!”“Yes, Mr. Silva!” the employees shouted back in unison.Handing the megaphone to Patricia, Ronaldo stepped back as she addressed the crowd. “I am very honored,” she began, her voice filled with warmth. “My father, Hélio Borges, worked hard on these docks and is now happily retired. I know many of you are my former neighbors from Lion’s Den. Silva Oi

Inside Walter's office at the Andrade Clinic, Linda and Walter stepped in, both with serious expressions. Walter closed the door behind them and gestured towards a seat.“Make yourself comfortable,” he said calmly.Linda, restless, shook her head. “I don’t know if I can sit still.”Walter, trying to maintain his composure, replied, “This conversation might take some time.”“I don’t see what could take so long to explain your disappearance,” Linda shot back, her voice sharp.Walter hesitated and then sighed. “It’s not that simple…”Linda, growing impatient, decided to cut through the awkwardness. “I’ll spare you the details, Walt. Jacqueline told me what my sister did.”Walter swallowed hard and took a step closer to her. “Do you understand why I was upset?”Linda crossed her arms, still frustrated. “Not really. I wasn’t involved in that photo stunt.”Walter’s voice softened. “But it was the night we were having dinner for the Loss family, celebrating Jacque and Zach’s relationship. Wh

Inside the Silva penthouse, the lack of what to do between Liz and Elaine is glaring as they sit in the living room that morning, their conversation filled with absurd theories about Patricia.Liz, astonished, exclaims, “Elaine, how dangerous! Why do you allow yourself to be subjected to such nonsense?”Elaine, feeling offended, retorts, “I allow myself? How about your nephew blocking that b*tch’s phone for a change?”With calm defiance, Liz responds, “He would never do such a thing.”Elaine sighs, “I asked Sheila for help, but she refused, saying it’s all in my head.”Sarcastically, Liz comments, “Wait, didn’t you two make a truce?”Elaine shrugs. “Who understands… I’m really scared, Liz.”Liz, ever the problem-solver, suggests, “OK, let’s team up to expose Patricia.”Elaine shakes her head, as if Liz is missing the point. “It’s not about exposing Patricia. EVERYONE knows who she is. They just refuse to acknowledge the danger.”Liz, her mind churning, says thoughtfully, “If they refu

Linda stepped out of the Andrade Clinic, descending the stairs, only to spot her sister Bella approaching the entrance. Without hesitation, she grabbed Bella’s arm.“Oh, there you are! We’re talking now!” Linda insisted.Bella squirmed, pulling back. “Let go of me, LET GO! Help!”The nearby passersby and a few nurses glanced over, clearly suspicious at the scene.Linda noticed and quickly reassured them with a smile. “She’s my sister, don’t worry!”Recognizing the sisterly banter, the onlookers relaxed and carried on. Bella, however, was less amused, rolling her eyes.“Are you really not going to tell them today that I’m an HIV patient?” Bella muttered.Linda crossed her arms, unfazed. “No, I’m going to tell them the next time you’re scheming against Jacqueline Andrade, my bosses’ daughter!”Bella’s expression shifted from irritation to shock. “How did you find that out?”Linda smirked. “Wasn’t I supposed to find out?”“Never!” Bella defended, flustered. “I wanted Zach back! What bett

Bella walked through the corridors of the Andrade Clinic, glancing at her cellphone before finally spotting Charles. A warm smile crossed her face as she approached him.“You must be Mr. Andrade, right?” she asked with a knowing smile. “According to this picture, you’re Walter Andrade’s father.”Charles looked surprised. “That’s me. Am I really that famous?”“Oh, don’t be modest, Mr. Andrade! Your clinic has been amazing for my community, Lion’s Den,” Bella replied enthusiastically. “Thanks to your affordable services and staff’s open-mindedness, we actually have access to healthcare.”Charles relaxed a bit, offering a humble, “Thank you very much. Do you have our health plan?”“Of course I do!” Bella said, a touch conspiratorially. “But that’s not exactly why I wanted to talk to you.”Charles leaned against the wall to let a group of nurses wheel a patient past.“If it won’t take too long, Miss…?”“Alvares. Bella Alvares. I’m the younger sister of your receptionist.”“Ah, so you migh