At Silva Oil Company, Leonardo had gathered the entire family along with Patricia to discuss the accident involving Ernesto Alvares.When Fernando finally arrived, his clothes were wrinkled, and a fresh bruise darkened his left cheekbone. The sight alone told everyone just how serious the situation was.Leonardo barely looked at his son as he initiated the discussion. “I want to know what happened.”“Dad, you have to believe me!” Fernando said anxiously. “It was a terrible accident!”Marta narrowed her eyes. “So you admit you were responsible?”Fernando swallowed hard. How could he possibly get out of this?Ronaldo’s voice was calm but firm. “Dad, why were you fighting with Mr. Alvares?”Patricia folded her arms. “Gus ran in here, horrified, yelling that his father had been crushed by oil barrels. Those things must be heavy...”Fernando, looking flustered, waved a dismissive hand. “No one is going to die! That man is tough — he’ll survive.”Marta wasn’t convinced. “You don’t sound par

At Andrade Clinic, Linda composed herself and returned to her position at the reception desk.“Thank you, Helena. I’ll take over now. You haven’t had lunch yet, have you?” she said.Helena nodded, her stomach growling as she stepped away.Walter returned from the ICU and approached the desk. “Darling, you don’t have to push yourself so hard.”Linda straightened. “I think the shock has passed, Walt. I need to keep busy before I go crazy.”“Don’t worry. Your father is already in surgery.”Linda’s face tensed. “Is it serious?”“He might end up with a broken leg.”Linda rolled her eyes. “It’s official: the dinner is off.”Jacqueline walked up to them. “How are things going?”Walter sighed. “Dr. Almeida mentioned that Ernesto might have a fractured leg.”“Oh, so that’s why Linda just canceled the dinner,” Jacqueline said.Linda nodded. “We’ll return the PIX you sent, Jacque.”“Not a chance! Keep it. That dinner will happen as soon as your father is discharged!”Jacqueline’s voice carried t

Vicente couldn’t believe he had secured a date to perform live at the Sterling Cultural Hall. Nathan, beside his father, guessed it from the look of surprise and satisfaction on his face. “I... Mr. Hudson, I’m serious when I say: thank you very much!” Edmund wrinkled his nose. “No need for false formalities, Mr. Gouveia.” Vicente seized the opportunity. “I wanted to know what you have against me.” “Nothing much.” Edmund tried to disguise it, “I just remember how much of a pain you were when you were living off Andreia Sterling’s money.” Vicente frowned, displeased. “Jeez, that was a long time ago! I’ve been running my channel for almost a year, making money with monetization, securing contracts and sponsorships... who can still say I’m living idly? Let’s bygones be bygones, shall we?” Edmund trembled with rage, taking advantage of the fact Vicente couldn’t see him. “Well, I promise you will be treated professionally here. My secretary will contact you later.” “Good afternoon!”

Matthew and Sheila entered the Sterling Mansion, Evan behind them still wearing a victorious smile. “And now, Young Matthew? What are the next orders?” Evan asked respectfully. “I’ll tell Elaine the result today. Tomorrow, she must leave the mansion,” Matthew ordered seriously. “No matter how much she complains, throws a fit, or whines... she won’t live here anymore starting tomorrow.” “Yes, Young Matthew. I will check if dinner is ready.” Evan withdrew respectfully, but the triumphant smile was still on the secretary’s lips. Sheila kissed her son’s cheek. “I’m going upstairs to take a shower and share the news with Larry.” “We should thank him,” Matthew commented playfully. “He was the only one who gave the idea we feared the most.” “The consequences could have been disastrous if the board had been opposed.” Sheila began to ascend the stairs but stopped on the third step. “Son, after the divorce, what do you plan to do?” Matthew chuckled. “I believe I’ll stay single for a whil

Night fell over Sterling Mansion, witnessing Matthew’s divorce request to Elaine. He could no longer endure living with a loud, troubled, schemer wife, and currently, an apprentice assassin... Elaine, on her part, didn’t see it that way and felt entitled to justify and defend herself. “Matthew Sterling, I didn’t think you could stoop so low!” Elaine screamed at the top of her lungs. “Are you still insisting on playing innocent?” Matthew’s eyes bulged, stunned by such a lack of awareness – or humility. “What did I do wrong?” Elaine raised her chin defiantly. “You’re the one who has secrets that you don’t want exposed to the public eye. Tell me, Matt: did you tell the directors and shareholders that you paid Bella Alvares to kill your cousin Nate?” Matthew clenched his jaw. “Bella didn’t want to take a penny. Therefore, there’s no trace of any financial transaction you can use as proof.” Elaine smiled ironically. “I don’t have proof, but that doesn’t mean such an act never happene