The room in the house in Cuiabá was filled with tension, with the gazes of Helena and Bruno revealing the gravity of the unfolding conversation. Helena took the initiative, suggesting that they needed to decide what to do with the farm. Her mother's suggestion to sell the property lingered in the air as a sensible option.“Bruno, we need to seriously consider the idea of selling the farm. It's getting increasingly dangerous, especially with Graciliano on the loose there,” Helena argued, seeking a prudent solution to the situation.Bruno's response was firm and uncompromising. “I'm not selling the farm.”Perplexed by her husband's inflexibility, Helena calmly asked, “So, what do you intend to do?”Bruno's response carried determination. “I'll run the farm on my own.”Helena vehemently disagreed with this decision. “Bruno, this is madness! The farm is becoming dangerous, and facing Graciliano alone is not the solution.”Bruno, looking seriously at Helena, responded with conviction, “I'l
The shock hit Bruno like a blow. He had barely emerged from an intense argument with Helena when he now found himself facing a revelation that would forever change the dynamics of his life.“Excuse me, ma'am, there must be some mistake. I don't have a child other than with my wife...” Bruno began, but was interrupted by Rosaria.“I know it's hard to believe, Bruno, but Dante is your son. He's always wanted to meet you, and I thought now would be the right time for that.” Rosaria's voice carried a mix of determination and sadness.Dante remained silent, observing Bruno with curious and hopeful eyes. Bruno, still incredulous, stared at the boy, searching for resemblances that could confirm the connection Rosaria claimed existed.The tension in the air was palpable when Bruno finally addressed Dante. “Do you know why you're here, Dante? Why does your grandmother believe we're father and son?”Dante nodded timidly, appearing nervous. “My mom always told me about my dad, but I never met yo
The guest room was illuminated by the gentle golden glow of the lamp as Helena adjusted the sheets and pillows. Her heart raced, and tension hung in the air. The possibility of Dante being Bruno's son loomed like a shadow, leaving Helena uneasy. It was when Bruno entered the room, interrupting her thoughts.“I imagine you're wondering if I knew about Dante,” Bruno said, breaking the silence.Helena turned to face Bruno, her eyes serious. “Did you know?”Bruno shook his head. “No, Helena, I swear I didn't know. I found out today at the gate when Rosária and Dante arrived.”Bruno's response didn't completely ease the tension on Helena's shoulders. “So, we need to do a DNA test to confirm paternity,” Helena stated, seeking clarity in the situation.Bruno nodded. “Alright, we can do the test. But, Helena, I feel like Dante is my son. Not just because of the prophecy, but there's something about him that feels familiar.”Helena crossed her arms, looking at Bruno seriously. “We can't rely s
Helena was sitting in the home office in Cuiabá, focused on her daily tasks, when her attention was captured by an email that had just arrived. It was a message from the children's school, confirming a meeting with the principal for that afternoon. However, Helena didn't recall scheduling such an appointment.Intrigued, she picked up the phone and dialed the school's number. After a few rings, the receptionist answered, and Helena identified herself as Helena Matos. The employee politely asked how she could assist.“I received an email confirming a meeting with the principal this afternoon, but I believe it's a mistake,” explained Helena.The receptionist requested a moment and, after a brief wait, confirmed that the meeting was scheduled, and it had been requested by Bruno Matos, Helena's husband. Surprised, Helena inquired about the reason for the meeting. The receptionist explained that Bruno had requested the meeting to discuss matters.Thanking for the information, Helena hung up
Helena and Bruno were sitting in the silence of the room, the DNA test envelope open on the bed. Helena held in her hands the paper that confirmed Dante was indeed Bruno's son.“What does the result say?” Bruno inquired, visibly nervous.Helena took a deep breath before speaking, her eyes meeting Bruno's. “Dante is your son, Bruno.”The expression on Bruno's face was a mix of surprise, relief, and, at the same time, sorrow. “I'm sorry, Helena. I'm sorry for all of this.”Bruno looked at Helena with a mix of relief and sadness. He had prepared himself to accept any result, but now, with the confirmation, complicated feelings filled his heart.Helena, in turn, faced Bruno with a serious expression. “Don't be sorry, Bruno. I doubted and questioned too. Now, what matters is what we'll do from here.”“Yeah, it looks like the gypsy was right...” Bruno murmured, with a serious expression.The conversation gave way to a reflective pause until Helena decided to confront what she considered the
The tension settled in the Matos household, among the walls that witnessed joys and now faced challenges. Isabel, Emanoel, Antônio, and Dante, the children of Helena and Bruno, attended school together, but the differences in Dante's behavior became increasingly evident.While Isabel, Emanoel, and Antônio maintained exemplary academic performance, Dante was a constant cause for concern. Helena, in her tireless quest for understanding, made frequent visits to the school, trying to explain that the loss of Dante's biological mother might be causing these behavioral deviations.However, meetings with the teachers and the principal brought no good news. Dante continued to cause problems, getting involved in inappropriate situations. One day, after another call from the school, Helena decided it was time to have a serious conversation with Bruno. She was busy finishing washing the dishes while Bruno, focused, analyzed the crop quotations from the farm.Helena, determined, dried her hands a
The air in the room had grown heavy with the increasing tension between Helena and Bruno. Helena, still reeling from Bruno's sudden decision, looked him straight in the eyes, trying to find a way to make him understand.“You can't just make this decision unilaterally, Bruno,” said Helena, her voice trembling slightly. “Dante is part of this family, and I have a role to play in his life too.”Bruno remained unwavering in his stance, his expression serious and determined. “Dante is my son, Helena. I decide what's best for him. And it's better for him to come live with me on the farm.”Helena felt a wave of frustration and despair. “It's not just about what you want, Bruno. It's about what's best for Dante. He's adjusting here, with his siblings, with me. You'll completely destabilize him if you take him away from here so suddenly.”Bruno sighed, appearing impatient. “Don't give me this sentimental talk, Helena. Dante is my son, and I know what's best for him. You said you wanted me to t
Helena and Bruno walked back to the farm headquarters in silence, each immersed in their own thoughts. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink as they approached the main house.Upon reaching the porch of the headquarters, Helena took a deep breath before turning to Bruno. She knew she needed to address the issue of Dante again.“Bruno,” Helena began, her voice cautious. “I... need to take Dante back to stay with his siblings. I don't think it's fair for him to stay here on the farm.”Bruno nodded, understanding Helena's concerns. However, before he could respond, Dante approached them, his face determined.“I don't want to leave, Mom,” Dante said, his voice firm and resolute. “I want to stay here with Dad.”Helena and Bruno exchanged surprised looks, not expecting Dante's sudden determination.“Dante...” Helena started, her voice uncertain. “Are you sure about this? Don't you think it would be better to be with your siblings in Cuiabá?”Dante shook