At the Vasconcelos Mansion, shame hovered over the breakfast table. Sandro and Nadir tried their best not to laugh after hearing about Katrina’s failed prank. However, Althea found none of it funny. Claudia, ever combative, decided to break the silence: “Can someone tell me what you’ve been laughing — or wanting to laugh — about?” Sandro answered with his left hand covering his mouth, “Your daughter tried to post fake photos of the party before knowing about the fiasco!” Nadir couldn’t take it anymore — she EXPLODED into a cascade of laughter, shaking violently in her seat. Claudia gestured with her fork as if to stab Nadir’s jugular, but Gilson held her hand in time. Althea continued eating her breakfast silently. Nadir finally calmed down, gasping for air. “Phew... Oh, that was so good!” Katrina was utterly humiliated. “You can’t seem to give me a break, huh?” Althea asked ominously, “Did the family lawyer try to dissuade you from the idea?” Gilson was startled. “Patricio

Osvaldo stared long at the anonymous note he had received, warning that Karl had slept with Celia, probably before the engagement.He frowned, wondering if that was what Celia had wanted to announce at the engagement party before Karl turned off the microphone...Celia kept talking even without sound. Those near her managed to hear...Footsteps made Osvaldo quickly shove the note back into the envelope and then into his pants pocket.Karl appeared, fully dressed and cheerful. “Smell that coffee, Dad? Looks like Mom went to the farm to pick and grind the beans herself!”“She’s definitely just using your coffee maker.” Osvaldo forced a smile, hiding the drastic effect the note had on him.“Oh, but Mom must have the right technique.” Karl sat down on the couch.Jade came in from the kitchen. “The coffee grounds you bought are excellent quality, son. It’s almost ready. How about we sit at the table and talk more about our matter?”Karl was intrigued. Just as Osvaldo had said, Jade wasn’t

Katrina was in her office, standing and checking some reports about ratings and the relevance of TV series on social media. One particular sheet caught her attention, making her smile. Patricio entered at that moment, finding his baby's mother in her usual state. “Good morning, dear! Did we wake up on the right foot today?” Katrina looked up at him. “Good morning, Patricio. I just read some great news here.” “What is it?” Patricio approached, and Katrina handed him the sheet. “People are starting to comment and build anticipation for the next season of ‘The Untamable,’ with Sérgio Saldanha,” Katrina announced proudly, happy that her plan was working. “Oh, that’s wonderful. Your maneuver is paying off,” Patricio nodded as he read the fans’ comments. Katrina smiled slyly. “You know what that means, my love? I’m going to use this as proof that I can’t be fired from the company. I can’t even be out on maternity leave!” Patricio, however, didn’t agree with that, immediately stoppi

Gilson reacted with horror to what Claudia said in the CEO’s office of Vasconcelos Company. “Darling, what are you saying? Nadir, exaggerating and crossing the line with my brother? Since when do they have a more interesting private life than ours? My brother has always been straight-laced, squared!” Gilson felt a slight envy. “That’s why I’m telling you they’re doing this on purpose to rub it in your face, mocking the fact that we’re waiting for the green light from the doctor.” Claudia smiled, pleased to have provoked her husband. Gilson grabbed the phone from the desk. “I’ll schedule an appointment with Dr. Vargas right now.” Claudia kept her smile, already planning a romantic night in her mind. She whispered softly, counting on her fingers, “Candles, Spanish red wine, ‘80s ballads...” “Hello!” Gilson’s voice cut off Claudia’s thoughts. “I want to schedule an appointment with Dr. Vargas. This is Gilson Vasconcelos, CEO of Vasconcelos Company. I’ve been treated by him due to a

The cardiology office where Gilson entered was NOT Vargas’s, but with Lord Ferro’s influence, that’s what happened.Gilson even looked at the diploma of “Dr.” Vargas on the wall behind the doctor, who was smiling kindly. “You may come in, Mr. Vasconcelos.”Gilson entered, closed the door, and sat down.“How have you been feeling?” Vargas asked in the same tone all doctors use.“I’m feeling better, doctor. It doesn’t even seem like such an incident happened to me.” Gilson smiled. “I’ve been following the diet, tolerating my older brother, and I started exercising again to get my abs back — the ones that impressed my wife... Uh... I mean...”Gilson felt he overstepped and turned red as a beet. Vargas blinked in complicity.“No need to be embarrassed, Mr. Vasconcelos. Many men, after surviving a cardiac arrest, wonder when they can resume intimate activity with their wife — if it’s even possible to resume, to be honest.”“Well, since we’re being frank and open...” Gilson offered a weak s