Inside Maurício’s hospital room at the Andrade Clinic, Tiffany stood perplexed, unable to understand why her brother insisted on letting the matter die when it could so clearly work in his favor.“Maurício, you’re not thinking straight,” she argued, frustration sharpening her voice. “If you sue the clinic, you win!”He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, a shadow of irritation crossing his eyes. “Who said it would be that easy?”“You can prove in court that you didn’t try to sexually harass the receptionist!” she insisted, her tone rising with exasperation.Maurício looked away, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “And who said I didn’t want something with her?”Tiffany froze. The question stunned her into silence.He frowned, his voice low and unapologetically crude. “Just because I didn’t want to go to that criminal extreme with Linda doesn’t mean my d*ck didn’t get hard around her.”“Ugh, Maurício!” she snapped, visibly recoiling. “Spare me the spicy details, please. Save that for yo

Tiffany refused to accept Bryce’s resignation. Ironically, neither she nor Edmund had the slightest idea that Bryce was just a few meters away, inside the very same Andrade Clinic, asking Walter for a job.“Ed! Why would Bryce do something so insane?” she cried, frustration spilling into her voice. “Wasn’t leaving home dramatic enough?”“He’s acting like some rebellious teenager, that’s what!” Edmund snapped, rubbing his temples.Maurício, still lost in the conversation, looked between them with deep confusion. “Would someone care to tell me what’s going on here?”Only then did Tiffany and Edmund realize how ridiculous they must look.“Uh... Maurício,” Edmund began awkwardly, “I’m your sister’s boyfriend. João Pedro and some others already know.”Maurício’s eyes widened in mocking shock. “And did my parents get dragged into this clinic after fainting from disappointment?”Tiffany’s cheeks turned red. “I haven’t told them yet...”“Well, perfect! Keep sneaking around like a pair of high

Patricia took a slow sip of her drink, already irritated by Elaine’s insinuations and relentless venom.“You were saying, dear?” she asked coolly.Elaine’s eyes flashed. “Don’t provoke me! I can’t drink, I’m pregnant.”“I had no intention of provoking you,” Patricia replied calmly, taking another measured sip. “Nor of stealing Matt from you. You were always the paranoid one, deeply insecure, seeing betrayal where none existed, wearing down Matt’s patience day after day. No man deserves to live beside a woman who does nothing but complain.”Elaine stiffened. “Matt and I were perfectly fine before you interfered.”“Oh, really?” Patricia said lightly, her tone almost amused. “I can’t quite remember if that’s true...”Elaine pointed a trembling finger at her. “Listen carefully, Patricia Borges. What I truly need to say has nothing to do with you.”“There’s more?” Patricia asked, unimpressed.“Yes. I need you to deliver a message to Matt.”Patricia smirked. “Can’t you do that yourself?” Sh

Tuesday.Elaine was sitting at the breakfast table, staring intently at her cell phone. Suddenly, looking closely, she discovered the interview Cindy had conducted with Karl and Sheila saved in the history. But she hadn’t read it yet.Elaine nodded to herself. At this moment, she was pretending to Nathan that she had no interest in the stories involving Matthew and Patricia. But Nathan had snatched her phone and seen the screen.“Well, that’s why I didn’t read it. But I guess now is the time.” Elaine smiled.With that in mind, Elaine proceeded to read it carefully.And as she read, her eyes widened at a passage by Karl.Nathan appeared wearing a tie and business attire, ready for another day at Urbano Magazine.“Hello, darling!” He said, noticing her plate. “You’re skipping eating again to read this gossip about your enemies.”Elaine countered, her eyes fixed on the phone, “Matt isn’t necessarily my enemy, only in the divorce hearings. I have an enemy even worse than Patricia!”Nathan

Walter felt caught in the crossfire, not knowing whether to please Edmund or Bryce.“Look, buddy, tense situation, huh?” Walter opined, letting out a long sigh. “I was hoping your coming to the clinic would solve the problem, not make it worse.”“My father is just being dramatic, that's all.” Bryce shrugged, sitting in the armchair.“Could you explain it better to him, calmly, without the Mexican soap opera drama?” Walter raised an eyebrow.“I can. Just let me drink a gallon of passion fruit tea before that: and hopefully I won't run into Tiffany.” Bryce smiled mockingly.“You’re going to keep running into Tiffany in other situations,” Walter warned him, becoming more serious.“Hey, I saw her leaving the clinic with my dad yesterday when I was talking to your girlfriend.” Bryce suddenly remembered, intrigued. “Were they in good health? Or did what I suspect happen?”Walter nodded, looking gloomier. “Yes, it’s the second option. They went to visit Maurício and conspire against Linda. B