It was a lively morning at Montanha Café. Neilton struggled to arrange two tables for the arriving Reis family.“Wow, what a festive occasion, folks!” Neilton exclaimed, pulling the tables together.Beto, the proud grandfather, couldn’t contain his excitement. “Neil, today the snacks are on me! Rose is pregnant!”Neilton’s face lit up. “Wow, Rose, congratulations!”Beaming with happiness, Rosemary replied, “Thank you, Neil. I can hardly believe it!”Just then, Rodrigo entered, dressed sharply in business attire, with nothing on his mind but grabbing a coffee. Noticing the excitement in the café, he approached the group, curious.“Hey, what’s going on? Is it what I think it is?” Rodrigo asked, grinning.Everyone burst into laughter.“How does everyone guess so quickly?” Thierry chuckled.“Come on, you’ve been telling everyone in Lagoon City that you wanted to be parents! How could I not guess when I see you two baring your teeth in the streets?” Rodrigo replied, sharing in their joy.“
Inside the master suite of the Rocha Mansion, Josias and Melissa are on their phones, receiving two very different pieces of news.Melissa smiles brightly. “Beto, this is wonderful, congratulations!”On the other hand, Josias is somber as he speaks into his phone. “Isabel, we’re on our way as fast as we can.”Melissa, still holding her phone, turns to Josias. “Send my best to Rose. We were just packing when Josias got a call. Something about Izzy.” She covers the phone with her hand and looks at her husband. “Honey, Rosemary is pregnant! What happened with Izzy?”Josias covers his phone too. “Isabel called. Francisco woke up very weak this morning. She called an ambulance... It seems like he’s dying, dear.”Melissa is horrified. “Oh, God! What do we do now?”Josias, torn between emotions, hesitates. “I’m happy for Rose, but Francisco’s situation is urgent. We need to get to the hospital.”Melissa goes back to her phone. “Beto, we just found out Francisco is in the hospital. It seems..
In the quiet hallway of the Rocha Hotel, David presses his ear against the door, taking advantage of the fact that no one is passing by. Inside the office, tension fills the air as João Paulo and Suzy stand opposite each other, neither sitting down.“Well then, Mr. Queiroz,” Suzy says, trying to keep her composure. “I’m hearing your proposal.”João Paulo, his frustration barely concealed, snaps back. “There’s no need for that ironic smile, Miss Cogo. Let me ask you one question: how much do you want?”Suzy remains calm, despite the loaded question. “How much would you be willing to pay?” she asks. “I don’t want to ask for a million reais just for you to complain to the judge that I’m being cruel.”João Paulo sneers. “How sensitive of you!”Suzy chuckles softly. “Didn’t we agree not to be ironic?”He crosses his arms, clearly irritated. “Miss Cogo, you must understand that when I wrote that column, I didn’t know you.”“And that gave you the right to call me a bimbo, a night lady?” Suzy
It had been a few hours since Rodrigo, Kelvin, and Daryl entered Francisco’s hospital room. Francisco lay pale and weak in his bed, barely able to chew the food the nurse had fed him. His frail condition was evident, and the concern in the room was palpable.“If this continues, it’s better to bring processed food or soup for dinner,” the nurse advised gently. “He can’t go without eating, but he barely managed to have lunch.”Rodrigo nodded, trying to keep his composure. “We understand, nurse. Thank you very much.”As the nurse left the room, the soft beeping of the multi-parameter monitor filled the silence, recording Francisco’s weakening heartbeat. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and labored.“I’m so sorry, Rod,” Daryl said, breaking the stillness.Rodrigo took a deep breath, trying to hold back his emotions. “At least the two brothers will meet in Paradise now,” he replied softly.Daryl nodded, his voice laced with both sorrow and hope. “Along with our mother.”Kelvin chim
The next day was filled with grief, as it marked the funeral and burial of Francisco Mountain.Wallace had made it just in time for the memorial service and now stood by his mother, Isabel, as she struggled with the pain of loss. Together, they wandered through the familiar rooms of the house, their hearts heavy with memories.“So many years spent in this house, Mom. So many memories...” Wallace said, his voice filled with nostalgia.Isabel nodded. “Yes, first your father... and now Francisco.”Wallace glanced at her with concern. “Are you really going to move? Sell this house?”Isabel sighed, the weight of the decision evident in her response. “Yes, my son. I don’t want to be the widow who dies months later from staying here, alone.”With a nod of understanding, Wallace spoke firmly, “Then it’s decided. You’ll live with me, Vera, and Elton.”As they talked, Josias and Melissa approached. Melissa embraced Isabel once again, offering more support.“The folks from LCN send their condole
Days later, Simeon and Dora visit Caio and Brigitte’s house. “Josias and Melissa finally went to Paris to see his parents,” Simeon comments, sitting down on the sofa. “After that, they’re going to Ibiza.” “I wish I had that chance,” Caio jokes. “But precisely because Josias is traveling, I’m stuck with duties.” “You’ll manage, dear,” Brigitte encourages him, gently patting his right shoulder. Dora stands by the window in the living room, looking out. “Oh my... We passed by Izzy’s house. It’s closed, with a ‘For Sale’ sign in the yard. Who’s going to buy it?” “We’ll hardly know who, dear,” Simeon chuckles. “It’s an ending for the Freire family in Green Park,” Dora sits next to Simeon. “At least we managed to keep the Campos family tradition in this house.” Caio looks around. “Yes. This is the house I lived in when I was one year old, before moving to the penthouse.” “That penthouse now belongs to the Mountain family,” Simeon grumbles, “with Daryl Mountain back.” “Oh, Lord...”
Caio visits Rosemary and Thierry at the photo studio. He observes various assistants fiddling with their computers, editing and enhancing photos to achieve the best visual quality possible. “I see you have a dedicated team, Thierry,” Caio comments. “Will my nephew inherit the studio in the future?” “I hope so. Although he has the supermarket too,” Thierry comments hopefully. The prospect of being a father has left Thierry smiling as if he were in front of a dentist. Rosemary’s belly hasn’t grown yet, but she smooths it as if she were already six months along. “It could be a girl, Caio.” “Photography can be done by women too,” Caio points to a woman concentrating on photoshopping a picture of wildflowers. “So, any news on the sale of Izzy’s house?” Rosemary asks casually. “It hasn’t been sold yet. Grandma Dora was talking about it,” Caio sits down on a chair. “How much are they asking for it? Maybe someone here is interested.” Thierry offers help. “R$ 125,000.00.” Caio’s resp
Caio is in his office, now holding with both hands a large colorful banner of ‘Residential Brigitte,’ showing an aerial view of the finished project. An architect assistant is next to him. “Does reality match the advertisement?” he asked. “Definitely, haven’t you seen the construction site?” Caio smiles satisfied. William enters the office. “Ahem... Son, can we talk?” “Yes, Dad. Fábio, can you give us a moment?” Caio rolls up the banner. The assistant leaves for his desk. Caio gestures towards his cabinet, where William follows him. After closing the door, Caio starts, “So, Dad?” “I think I know how we can get started, son.” William suggests seriously. “It sounds crazy, but have you heard that Daryl Mountain is back in town?” Caio points to a copy of Maggiezine on his desk. On the cover, everything about Francisco. “There’s a page dedicated to his return. Maggie has been quite generous with her older brother,” Caio replied, not getting involved. “I know. But he is now the pa