As the sun sets at Urbano Magazine, Sheila stands across from Andreia, who has just accused Matthew of setting up Vicente’s solo concert out of guilt.“Andreia,” Sheila begins, her tone firm, “I want to be perfectly clear: regardless of what I think happened to Karl, I would never encourage, let alone approve of, Matt taking any action against Nathan. The rivalry over the presidency of the Sterling Empire was more than enough for them.”Andreia looks at her skeptically. “Sheila, Matt wouldn’t tell you if he had plans. He’d know you’d try to talk him out of it.”Sheila shakes her head. “No, my son isn’t like that!”“Then who is, Sheila?” Andreia’s voice drops, laced with accusation. “My husband?”Sheila sighs, exasperated. “I don’t know. But I’ll admit this much, Andreia — Vicente has always been my main suspect. Or have you forgotten the constant fights he had with Karl?”Andreia’s face darkens. “No, I don’t want to remember those times. They were... dark.”“So don’t be surprised when

Vicente joins Andreia on the sofa, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close.Andreia smirks. “Hmm... I’m liking the direction this conversation is taking.”“First of all,” Vicente says, smiling warmly, “I want to know how our baby is doing.”“He’s doing well,” she assures him, leaning into his embrace. “Hey, will you be able to come with me to the next ultrasound?”“Count on me, my dear.”“Thank you.” She hesitates, then continues, “So, what have you decided about this concert that, to me, seems like a trap?”Vicente takes a deep breath. “I talked to Nate at the snack bar. Can you believe he agrees with you?”Andreia laughs, surprised. “Ha, ha, ha... what an interesting coincidence.”Vicente looks at her with affection. “So, dear, I thought about it carefully. I’ve decided not to accept this opportunity.”Andreia studies his face, wanting to be sure he’s confident in his choice. “Are you sure? You were pretty excited about it before.”Vicente nods. “But my son’s life comes fir

In Karl’s kitchen, he and Sheila sit down to eat a simple meal together. Since her visit was unplanned, Sheila quickly prepares her own dish, making herself comfortable as though she were at home. Meanwhile, Karl enjoys a small dish of raspberry pudding beside her.“When you finish the main dish, I’ll serve you some pudding,” Karl says.“Thank you, Lawrence,” Sheila replies, chewing. “The food is so good that now I’m afraid of ruining the mood by talking about my problems.”Karl reassures her, “No, you came to vent; so please do.”Sheila swallows and smiles at him. “Thank you. I don’t know what to do, what to say to my son.”Karl looks concerned. “Is it about Matt?”Sheila nods. “I know you like him. Maybe the subject will interest you even more.”“Is he going through some trouble?” Karl asks gently.Sheila sighs. “Matt wants to offer Vicente a solo concert at the Sterling Cultural Hall.”Karl pauses, surprised. “A solo concert, without other events alongside his?”“Exactly,” Sheila r

At Karl’s apartment, Sheila finishes her meal and makes her way to the door. Ever the considerate friend, Karl walks with her, offering words of reassurance.“Sheila, I know I’m just a stranger…” Karl begins.Sheila smiles warmly. “Matt disagrees.”Karl nods, continuing, “But if I can help in any way... maybe I should talk to your sister-in-law and her husband.”Sheila’s smile broadens. “You don’t know them, and you wouldn’t lose by getting to know them.”“Well, I don’t know if I’d have the patience with that guy, Vicente,” Karl admits. “From what you told me, he spent many years living off the Sterling family’s money, only becoming a pianist when the cash flow dried up.”Sheila sighs. “That’s what I don’t understand. The guy has talent. Why didn’t he explore his gift earlier?”“Laziness speaks louder,” Karl suggests.“That’s why I think he should be grateful for Matt giving him a chance instead of accusing him of attempted murder. If something like that spreads in the boardroom…” She

Fernando and Ronaldo are in the living room of the Silva Penthouse, now dressed formally for work. Both men wear worried expressions as Liz trails behind them, voicing her anger.“This is absurd! You need to fire that Kirk IMMEDIATELY!” Liz demands.Fernando sighs. “It won’t be an easy task, dear.”“Why not?” she huffs. “Besides firing him, you need to report him to the police!”Ronaldo, turning abruptly, tries to reason with her. “Mom, we can’t act rashly! His family doesn’t know about this; they could sue us for defamation! Since this was the first incident, we have time to investigate calmly.”Fernando nods. “That’s right, son. If only we had a friend in the police…”“Let’s tell Matt,” Ronaldo suggests. “After all, he’s one of our shareholders, right?”“Yes,” Fernando agrees. “He needs to know about this.”Just then, the doorbell rings, and Liz goes to answer it. “Who could it be… Dad?”Leonardo walks in quickly, barely acknowledging his daughter-in-law. “Here I am, folks. Let’s de