After moments of crying, Alan pulled away from Sofia. Her tears had stained his blue suit. “Dear, what is happening here? Can you speak now?” “I just wanted to hide in a hole and never come out!” Sofia whined, head down. Alan gently lifted Sofia’s chin. Upon seeing the bruises from the slaps, Alan’s expression turned gloomy and dangerous. “Who did this?” “Dear, it’s better if I explain first—” “WHO DID THIS?” Alan’s fierce tone made Sofia tremble a bit. “Helen Queiroz.” Her voice came out in a whisper. Alan instantly left his office. Sofia was left behind, wide-eyed, wondering what Alan would do. Tony and Caio noticed Alan rushing past them like a whirlwind. “Alan, wait!” Caio tried to call him, but Alan had already turned down the hallway. Tony felt indignant and turned back into the office where Sofia was still standing. “Are you happy now, you hysteric? God forbid the title ‘Princess of Lagoon City’ ever falls on you! You are not worthy of that title, only Caroline Ro
Alan returns to General Hospital, looking for his family. As he passes through the door of the famous lounge, a nurse approaches him from the front table. “Mr. Rocha, your family is waiting in the lounge. Olivia Vasquez has been taken for further tests.” “Oh, thank you very much.” Alan smiled faintly and stepped inside. Inside, Erasmo was trying to calm a hysterical Sofia. “They just sat there, cursing and humiliating me, unafraid of being fired, those bastards!” “That’s ABSURD!” Erasmo turns to Alan. “Son-in-law, I’m glad you came. Did you hear how Sofia was treated at Rocha Constructions and LCN?” “I still don’t know all the details.” Alan replied coldly. “I went to LCN, but João Paulo wasn’t there. I went to the Rocha Mansion, but my grandparents told me not to call my parents, as they wouldn’t defend Sofia.” Sofia has glassy eyes and trembles with outrage. Erasmo frowned. “Josias and Melissa wouldn’t defend my daughter? Why?” “Well, first, we would have to discuss what So
At Pizzeria Campos, the flow of customers began to increase as the night progressed. Caio and Brigitte arrived at the place after having dinner with chicken parmesan. The incident they witnessed earlier wouldn’t leave their minds. “There’s my dad, at the playground.” “How nice to have this play area for the kids while the adults wait for their pizza,” Brigitte commented with a smile. “Yes, it’s just not cool when an adult decides to crawl into the lycra tunnel. He always ends up getting stuck in there and can’t get out.” Caio smiled as he remembered countless times he and his father discovered a grown man completely stuck in the lycra tunnel the following day. And indeed, when they approached the playground, William was looking uncertainly at the mentioned tunnel, which was shaking violently. You could tell by the outline of the fabric that it wasn’t a child struggling inside. “Again, dad?” “It’s an 18-year-old who swore he could do it. Okay, let’s let him be. I can’t stay here
Rodrigo and Thierry are talking in the office that used to belong to Jacques at the Lafayette Mansion.“Rod, we need to figure out some details that people keep pestering me about,” Thierry comments.“What’s bothering you?” Rodrigo sits in one of the upholstered armchairs.“They want to know if my son will inherit the photography studio or the supermarket.” Thierry sighs.Rodrigo rests his chin on his hand. “What have you decided?”“Well, I would prefer if my son took over the supermarket,” Thierry replies cautiously. “The photography studio is something personal to me, my hobby. I’m not sure if I intend to keep it in the family when I get really old and pass away.”“Have you talked to your wife about this?” Rodrigo asks.“Not yet, we’re discussing it among ourselves, gentlemen and heads of family,” Thierry chuckles.“Well, maybe you and Rosemary will have more children, and then the second one can take over the studio,” Rodrigo suggests. “It would be a shame for you to get rid of all
Rodrigo visits Daryl at Crystal Blue to discuss their earlier conversation. He finds his cousin in the office that used to belong to Daniela. “Daryl, I need to chat with you. But please, don’t get your hopes up too much.” “What do you mean? I’m a controlled guy!” Daryl replied in a joking tone. Rodrigo hesitated, unsure whether to continue. He knew how emotional Daryl could be. “Okay, but as I said, don’t get your hopes up. Thierry is commenting that his son is going to inherit the supermarket.” Daryl, as expected, couldn’t contain his emotions. “But why doesn’t THIERRY just take over that damn supermarket already, huh?” Rodrigo jumped slightly. “Huh? You promised you would stay calm.” Daryl took a deep breath and counted to five before continuing. “Sorry, cousin. But I’m just stating the truth. Thierry should have taken over the supermarket from the start. It’s his last name. Or does he plan to keep playing photographer until he dies?” “That was basically what he said,” Rodri
At General Hospital, Reynaldo hurried in after the meeting with J.J. Leonardo was at the door of the private room. “So, bro? How was the meeting?” “The meeting went well. J.J. still doesn’t know whether to leave the farm in the hands of the representative. He claims that even if that’s the case, he would still have to check with the representative about the most interesting news from the farm.” Reynaldo scratched the back of his neck. “Take it easy, don’t rush him.” Leonardo advised in a lawyerly tone. “In time, J.J. will realize he can’t do two things at once.” They heard someone mumbling in the room – it was their father. “Go to your appointment; I’ll take over from here.” Reynaldo patted Leonardo’s shoulder. As Leonardo was stepping away, he startled when J.J. turned the corner to find him. “J.J.?” “Hey, what’s with that face? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” J.J. laughed at Leonardo's startled expression. Leonardo shook his head. “It’s nothing like that; I was just sur
1980Josias Rocha opens the door to his room and enters; then he closes it again. He got out of the shower, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, and goes to the wardrobe to put on fresh clothes.He opens the wardrobe carefully because the doors are warped. His father wanted to assemble the furniture on his own and was not efficient.As Josias pulls on his briefs, he hears a loud noise from the living room door. His father is watching television. It looks like the door has been broken open.Next, angry and disturbed voices alternate with the frightened voice of Josias's father. Not just a visitor, Josias hears three or four voices, indicating a gang. There is a fierce discussion going on in the living room.Curious and a little afraid, Josias goes to the door to listen better. He does not dare to leave his room and see who these men are, but by their tone of voice, you can see that they are not good-natured people.“I swear to yo
Josias hadn't remembered to pick up his watch or his wallet, nothing more. All he wanted to do was get out of his house as soon as possible. The only thing he remembers at the moment was that when he went to take a shower, the clock said seven in the evening. He supposed it would now be half-past seven at night. So the neighborhood bus was still running.Josias quickens his pace and goes to the street where the bus passes. As he approaches the bus stop, a boy is waiting for the next time. Josias sits on the bench and is also waiting for transport.As he sits, Josias leans over and heaves a sigh of dismay. The boy who is waiting to drive with him would never have imagined that the boy who sighs had just lost his father murdered by loan shark collectors.Josias still didn't want to shed any tears; he doesn't want to draw undue attention from the other boy. He puts his hand in his pocket and counts the money he collected in a hurry to escape. Yes, the money would b