Silva Oil Company, Fernando’s office, afternoon. Matthew received the news that Ronaldo felt jealousy over a guy who barely exchanged two words with Patricia with unmistakable displeasure. “Aunt Nando, this is madness!” Matthew scratched the back of his neck. “At this rate, Patty won’t be able to handle so much jealousy and paranoia! Remember when he said he could get her pregnant in half an hour? That was already his obsessive jealousy triggered because of me.” Fernando became even more worried. “Nephew, do you think Ron is at risk of losing Patty for a second time? If that happens, he might commit suicide!” “Have you guys ever thought about getting Ron some psychiatric treatment?” Matthew frowned. “Our mistake.” Fernando lowered his head. “We thought the signs of mental instability we saw in our son were just ‘phases of adolescence.’” “What does Aunt Liz think about this?” Matthew asked cautiously. “Nowadays, she pretends to be deaf and mute about it.” Fernando replied, not e

At Andrade Mansion, Jacqueline pointed out the bed and closet space for Linda to sleep and store her clothes. This time, a maid nearby took care of putting away the clothes. “You’ll be sleeping here,” Jacqueline said with a sparkle in her eye. “And we have this sofa to gossip comfortably.” “Thank you for your kindness, everyone,” Linda felt a lump in her throat. Emmanuelle approached her. “What’s wrong, my dear?” “Guys, I don’t remember the last time I was treated this well.” Linda smiled gratefully. “Don’t feel that way. We want to help.” Jacqueline placed both hands on Linda’s shoulders. “I want you to know that not for a second will we believe you were involved in this drug scheme.” Linda became more emotional. “Oh, guys... I’ll never forgive myself for this. I should be arrested for complicity!” Linda went to her bed and collapsed on the mattress, distressed. Jacqueline and Emmanuelle followed her. “What’s this talk, my dear?” Emmanuelle asked, always the good host. “I wa

Beach House, kitchen, dusk. Nathan takes the garlic press and crushes the garlic for his mother, continuing, “Since you two never met in the past, wouldn’t it be better for you to meet now to talk and finally determine what the big problem is that’s preventing Bella and me from being together?” Andreia doesn’t respond immediately. Nathan continues, “Or is there already a reason, and for some bizarre resolution, you decided to hide that from Bella and me, expecting us to just obey blindly as if we were five years old?” “What’s wrong with obeying your parents?” Andreia furrowed her brow. Nathan hands the garlic press back to Andreia. “That’s not the point. When I was a toddler, you and Dad told me not to play with knives or stick my finger in outlets, and I obeyed without asking why. But now I’m over 20, Mom. I can’t just accept what you say as I did when I was little!” “The car accident and the fact that she never answered you about what her previous job was, weren’t those enough

Patricia arrived home wanting to rest after yet another hectic day, but she had to face the curiosity of her future sister-in-law, who was acting more like a journalist than a friend. “Cindy, I don’t know if you’re just curious or if you think you’re going to land an exclusive.” That was Patricia’s response. Cindy tried to rectify the awkward situation. “Um... OK, I guess I was a bit abrupt—” “You were like a bulldozer coming at me!” Patricia commented, glancing at the stairs. “Are our parents here?” “They’re upstairs. The maid is taking care of dinner,” Jackson replied. “If you don’t want to talk, Patty...” Cindy persisted. “I don’t know if I CAN talk, Cindy.” Patricia pursed her lips. “It’s not exactly a topic we discuss over dinner. We’re dealing with dangerous information about a dangerous subject.” “My dear, there are journalists covering wars, right in the crossfire.” Cindy thumped her chest. “We have to face these dangers for the sake of information. The public has the r

Constance Building Parking Lot, night. Sheila was approached by armed men while she was still in the car, texting Karl. “Oh my God!” Sheila exclaimed after waking up from the shock. “Don’t do anything, I beg you! You can have the car!” “Shut up, ma’am!” ordered the man wielding the revolver. “You’ll move to the passenger seat quietly, without screaming!” “What? Is this a kidnapping?” Sheila’s face lost color, and her hands started trembling. She was so close to Karl! Could it be...? “Is Vicente Gouveia paying you?” “Ma’am, you better obey!” shouted a second thug, “We don’t want to shoot! C’mon, get moving!” Sheila thought about running away as she got out of the car, but then she figured that the armed man might shoot her in the back. It wasn’t worth risking her life... Then, Sheila remembered that she had sent the text to Karl. If ‘Lawrence’ reads the message and then feels that Sheila is taking too long to come up, he would check and find out something went wrong, contac