Hours later, Liz had finally been seen by Dr. Almeida, though she had been forced to wait behind all the other patients who arrived before her.She was fuming, feeling utterly insulted by the wait and vowing retaliation as she sat on the gurney, taking her prescribed dipyrone.Dr. Almeida spoke firmly, “You only had a migraine, caused by stress.”“Oh, doctor, don’t you understand what that means?” Liz said, exasperated. “Patty Borges is going to physically ruin me! To avoid a stroke, I must keep her far away from my son!”Just then, Walter entered the room with a dry, “Good luck.”Dr. Almeida rolled her eyes and left, glancing at Walter as if to say, “I tried.”Liz turned to him defiantly. “Don’t look at me like that. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”Walter gave her a skeptical smile. “Mrs. Silva, as far as I know, the only thing you’ve ever managed to accomplish is being Mr. Fernando Silva’s wife.”Liz bristled. “How dare you, you—”“Careful with the insults,” he warned. “My moth

In the late afternoon, Germano sat in the studio of the Cardoso family house, his expression severe as Liz Silva joined him after sharing a coffee and indulging in personal gossip with Zilda.“Would you like more coffee or tea?” Zilda asked, her curiosity not yet satisfied.“If I drink caffeine now, dear, I won’t be able to sleep. Please, leave and close the door,” Germano replied firmly.Liz interrupted with a sly smile. “Oh, no need. She already knows, Mr. Cardoso.”Germano sighed. “If she knows, it’s because you’ve already told her. My dear wife has dinner to make.”Zilda, feeling defeated, added, “Dinner’s ready — I’ll just check on dessert.”With a gentle nod, she exited and closed the door.Now alone with Liz, Germano softened his tone. “So, Mrs. Silva, how may I assist you?”Liz hesitated, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, but pressed on. “You’re doing remarkable work with your podcasts, Mr. Cardoso.”“My channel isn’t exactly a podcast,” he corrected, “I post video

Karl and Edmund, dressed in running gear and glistening with sweat from their workout, checked Karl’s mailbox in the lobby of the Constance Building. Karl held his credit card bill, studying it with a frown.As always, Karl prefers to go without a shirt, showcasing his athletic physique for the delight of passing women“The credit card bill is high this time...” Karl muttered, distracted.Edmund grinned. “Dude, don’t you notice you’re attracting all the women here without a shirt on?”Karl chuckled. “Then join me and take yours off too.”Edmund shook his head, laughing. “Nah... I’m not as fit as my son.”Edmund looked down at Karl’s low-riding shorts. “And those shorts of yours are pretty low. Are you not wearing—” He teasingly ran a finger along the waistband of Karl’s shorts.Karl stepped back with a playful grin. “Whoa, don’t make me get arrested for indecent exposure, buddy!”“You fool...” Edmund shook his head, amused.Just then, Jonah passed by, and Edmund, unaware of the newcom

In the kitchen of the Cardoso family house, Zilda and Germano were finishing dinner. As Germano wiped his lips with a napkin, Zilda got up and started clearing away the dishes.“What’s for dessert?” Germano asked casually.Zilda gave him a pointed look. “We have cake of ‘tell me what you and Mrs. Silva plotted.’”Germano rolled his eyes. “Come on, dear!”Zilda’s voice was determined. “I’m going to ask her, dear! She didn’t seem like she promised to keep it a secret.”Germano leaned forward slightly. “If I tell you, you can’t tell even Cindy, okay?”Zilda slammed the dishes noisily into the sink. “Why does our daughter have to be left out?”Germano sighed. “Isn’t it obvious? Cindy is now busy sleeping with Jackson.”Zilda corrected him, “Living with Jackson. They are getting married.”With a sarcastic tone, Germano replied, “I haven’t received the wedding invitation yet. Anyway, if Cindy finds out about this, she’ll feel torn between us and the Borges family. She’ll be in internal conf

In his office at Golden Letters, Karl sat back in his chair, lost in thought. The memories of last night’s dinner with Sheila lingered, making him smile. Though it hadn’t been overtly romantic, there was a warmth to it that he couldn’t quite shake.Flashback to the night before:In Karl’s cozy kitchen, he set down his wine glass, turning the conversation toward lighter topics. “Okay, let’s talk about good things. I really enjoyed having dinner with you, Sheila.”Sheila smiled back at him. “Likewise.” They clinked their glasses, enjoying the moment together as they continued their meal.Back in the present, Karl smiled to himself like a fool.He murmured, “I hope to have that dinner with you again soon, my dear wife. This was the first of many.”Just then, a knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Karl quickly straightened in his chair. “Come in!”Elaine entered, greeting him with a cheerful, “Good morning, Lawrence! I heard some good news at Sterling Mansion.”Karl raised an