Micaela’s mind reels with the entanglement between Katarina and Antonio, herself, has she followed in his footsteps?
No, they are not real siblings, Carlos told her….
But Nicolas calls his grandmother his aunt, himself and Carlos?
Micaela breathed disoriented, stumbled and almost fell, but Carlos rushed to take her in his arms….
-Micaela, what’s wrong?
Seeing the girl’s suddenly white face, Carlos’ heart skipped a beat and he put an arm around her, unconsciously caressing her forehead and anxiously asking:
-Is something wrong?
Micaela shook her head, pushed him away and turned to Mrs. Echave, who had just entered, her heart beating fast, and asked cautiously.
-Grandmother, you, you and Mr. Nicolas….
Diego closes the door, turns around, hears Micaela’s question and also reacts suddenly, remembering the conversation Mrs. Echave and Nicolas had just had, and breathes a surprised sigh….
No, it can’t be!
The world is so big that Mr. Carlos and Miss Micaela met, separated and met again on the other side of the world, but little did they know that in the end, the world would be so small that they would still have the same ancestors?
Charles’ heart hung in the air and his brow furrowed tightly, he had been so focused on the subject of his mother that he had missed something so important!
Looking at the girl, who was trembling slightly with nervousness, Carlos took a step forward, held out his hand and took her in his arms, in a voice not too loud, but full of unwavering discretion:
-Micaela, you have no choice, and yet, you have to be mine. The air seemed to stop for a moment, Micaela’s nerves were tense and she had no time to think about Carlos’ domineering comments, only to suddenly appreciate the struggle and helplessness Katarina felt at that moment….
Dona Echave gave Micaela no more time to get nervous and was dry and direct:
-Moya, Carlos, don’t get nervous, I was adopted by my then great-grandmother and grew up in the Obregon family, you two, not even remotely related by blood. Yerma smiled back.
-Look at you two, if you were really related, how would I have accepted you being together? Carlos looked at the girl in his arms and his thin lips quirked a slight smile.
-You should be glad that I’m not related to the girl, otherwise, it would be you who would be in trouble. For me, nothing can stand in the way of my determination to be with Micaela.
Yes, indeed, they had thought that nothing could stop them except life and death, but now they knew that not even death could stop them, for they, of necessity, would not live alone….
This is the common voice of Mrs. Echave, Yerma, Diego….
Micaela blushes slightly at Carlos’ comment and her hanging heart falls to the floor…
Yes, if one is really related to Carlos, the only time he met Patricia, how could he have said, marry Carlos….
And also Nilson must have shaken it off when he brought her back to Salamonsa to prevent her from being with Carlos….
By the way, where is Nilson?
Was the crowd suddenly reacting to the fact that Nilson seemed to have suddenly disappeared?
Micaela unconsciously looked first at the bed and realized that Mike wasn’t there either….
-They’re on the balcony.
said Diego.
Micaela and Carlos look back together…
Nilson is standing on the balcony with Mike in his arms, gently swinging his arms as if he were putting him to sleep, the sun is setting, his gaze is actually inexplicably warm and loving…