“I... Ever since I lost my baby, I’ve never been the same, guys.” Katrina forced out tears to make herself more convincing.Claudia finally let go of Gilson’s dress pants and stood up from the sofa, walking over to her daughter and hugging her.“Oh, my baby... You’ve been so sad and depressed, and your best friend took advantage of that.”Gilson was ready to defend his lover. “No, hold on a second! Celia must have at least talked to Christopher about the necessary changes. Did you see how yesterday’s episode is blowing up on social media? Everyone’s praising the script, the acting... even Sérgio Saldanha came out of limbo!”Claudia broke the hug.The only reason Claudia didn’t believe in Celia’s honesty was because she knew about Rodolfo...Maybe if Claudia could get Celia fired for insubordination, going over the heads of those in authority and stealing someone else’s credit...“Darling, stop defending that hellish assistant,” Claudia snapped at her husband. “She went over our daught

“NOOOOOOOO!!!”Katrina’s shrill, possessed scream startled everyone.By the time Christopher realized what was happening, Katrina was already bolting out of the room, heading for the hospital!He was faster and caught his psychotic sister, dragging her back into the living room.“Let me go! LET ME GO!” Katrina thrashed like a sack of potatoes.Althea stepped forward and SLAPPED her.Even though she was elderly, Althea’s slap rang out like marble cracking against Katrina’s face, proving that all those aesthetic procedures she’d paid for had been in vain.“Lock that lunatic in an asylum,” Althea muttered through gritted teeth.“Althea, I will not allow you to disrespect my daughter!” Claudia tried to defend the indefensible.“Can’t you see what your daughter was about to do? Where was she running to?” Althea pointed with authority.“Well... anywhere, I suppose!” Claudia hedged, refusing to admit it. “You’re all just assuming Katrina was heading to the hospital?”“Weren’t you the one say

“You can go ahead, boss,” Regis said with a wave. “I’m pretty sure you haven’t even had a decent breakfast yet.”“Nope, and I’m starving,” Mark joked as he headed toward the elevator.Luana appeared from the other side, coming back from the women’s restroom.“Mark already left?”“Yeah. Mrs. Ferro’s grandma is in there,” Vargas replied.“Dr. Vargas, thank you so much for always being available for my best friend,” Luana said with a smile. “You’ve been such a huge help.”“No problem at all. When I heard Mrs. Ferro was in labor and her regular obstetrician wasn’t available, I offered to step in. The head of staff didn’t mind and gave the green light.”Luana made an “Oh, I see” face.According to Vargas’s explanation, Luana believed he had only acted as obstetrician after getting approval from higher-ups — not because he’d just inserted himself into the role on his own.Luana went into Briana’s room to keep her company.Vargas let out a little chuckle. “Honestly, even I’m surprised at the

Celia shook her head, barely believing she was running the risk (or the chance) of being proposed to!She looked straight at the man in front of her.Gilson Vasconcelos was old enough to be her father, but he still radiated charm and seduction.It was obvious he had been hot and ripped when he was young, just like Christopher is today.Like father, like son.Still, Celia remembered that this same Gilson had rehired her with promises of professional growth, but all she had gotten so far was a “promotion” to the status of kept mistress.Gilson was so fierce and brutal in bed that Celia would spend days unable to get out of it.That was back when they were just lovers. Now he wanted to take it to the next level with marriage?Would she, a few years down the line, be fired and discarded the same way Gilson had just done to Claudia?Thinking about it, Celia raised her hand before Gilson could say anything.“Mr. Vasconcelos, don’t talk about ‘our love story’ as if we were a normal couple. Y

Mark straightened in his chair, diving back into the report with renewed focus.Linda’s report didn’t outright declare that Jean D’Arveil was actually Armand Drakov, but the coincidence of Jean losing his left arm was too striking to ignore!The mechanical arm had been fitted two years after the separatist battle led by Drakov ended, when Drakov had been presumed dead.Had Drakov been hiding all this time under a false identity, arranging for the new arm and quietly rebuilding his forces?After all, if Jean D’Arveil was Drakov, it would explain why Elara’s charitable foundation was named “Black Feather”: the exact war code name Drakov had used!“What a coincidence that Elara showed up as a candidate to marry Christopher — and the irony of ironies, recommended by me!” Mark ground his teeth.Karl lifted his head. “You say something, Mark?”“I was just talking about Chris and Elara’s engagement. You going?” Mark asked casually, masking his tension masterfully.“I wouldn’t miss a good par