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
By the pool at the Rocha Mansion, Dora chats with Simeon while watching him swim. “Do you know who was interested in buying Izzy’s house, my love?” Simeon stops swimming and positions himself at the edge. He adjusts the loose Speedos he’s wearing. “Who?” Dora noticed her husband’s ‘crack’ but decided not to make a joke. “Leonardo Borges, a lawyer from Damascene Lawyers.” “Are you serious?” Simeon raises his eyebrows. “Does he have a family?” “He has a younger brother. Maybe one of them will start a family in the future.” Dora sighs, “A nice-looking guy with a personality like Attorney Borges won’t stay single for long.” “Izzy doesn’t want to sell the house to some single guy who lives in wild parties and promiscuity. That house has sentimental value; it means a lot to her that the buyer is someone responsible and family-oriented,” Simeon comments, returning to his laps. Dora looks at the beach horizon. “Yes, I can understand her perfectly.” William appears from behind and kiss
The Teodoro Building was buzzing with excitement at the return of Pedro and Daniela from their honeymoon.Beto, Teresa, Maycon, Rosemary, and Thierry were in the lobby waiting for them.“We’re back!” Daniela exclaimed as she passed through the gate.“YAY!” Everyone cheered and clapped. Teresa hugged Daniela.Pedro entered, loaded with bags. Beto and Thierry rushed to help him, laughing at the scene at the same time.“Hey, Pete! Looks like you got stuck with the pack mule job, huh?”“I bet you carried a lot of bags too!” Pedro retorted with chuckles, “That’s what happens when we go through Paris.”“Did you happen to run into Josias and Melissa while you were there?” Teresa asked curiously.“Yes, and his parents too.” Daniela’s smile faded a bit. “His dad, Mr. Queiroz, is getting really old.”Pedro solemnly added, “Yeah, everyone, we heard what happened around here. Poor Mr. Mountain...”Beto nodded. “I didn’t have the courage to go to the funeral. Strong emotions don’t do well for me,
Daniela and Pedro entered the apartment that would now be reserved for the two of them.“Oh! Home sweet home!” Pedro exclaimed, extremely excited.“And the best part, no dad to bother us,” Daniela replied humorously.“Darling, I found it quite offensive that your dad vanished like this,” Pedro’s smile faded as he looked at his wife with concern.“How so?” Daniela placed one of the bags on the sofa. “He asked for it, right?”“I bet he’s out there complaining in bars, lamenting to his drunken friends about how he has an ungrateful and disloyal daughter.”“You’re exactly right: drunken friends. That doesn’t count,” Daniela shrugged off the idea.“Okay, so it’s good that our children get used to their paternal grandparents.” Pedro sat down on the sofa.Daniela sat beside him. “And your mother?”“The grandmother of our future children will be Tess,” Pedro replied somewhat abruptly.“But our future children will see you call her ‘Tess’ and not ‘Mom’.” Daniela stroked Pedro’s hair.“When the