All Chapters of Conflict Of Hearts: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Beck took advantage of the short break she managed to get by swapping shifts with a resident colleague. As she settled into her office, she put on her lab coat and picked up the patient files she needed to attend to during that period. The hours passed slowly, but her mind was alert, anxious to confront the problems that haunted her.Someone knocks on the door, interrupting her train of thought.—Come in.Dr. Fernando enters, his expression serious.—Rebeca, can we talk?—Of course, Doctor.He sits across from her, his gaze firm.—You are one of our best doctors in the clinical area. Everyone praises you, even the patients.—I just do my job, sir.—You know, when I took on the role of chief, I never imagined going through something like this... especially coming from someone as attentive as you.—You’re worrying me.He places a file on the table.—Please, read it.Beck takes the file and reads it carefully. As she analyzes each detail, she realizes the big mistake she made: a patient

I go upstairs to my room, grab the phone, and on an impulse, call Beck. The line starts ringing, but before she even answers, I hang up. I still feel the pain of what she said to me, but that won’t interfere with what I can do for her. I sigh and decide to call my father.—Son, how are you?—I’m fine, Dad. But I’d like your opinion.—You can tell me, son.—There’s someone I love who needs help, but she’s too stubborn to ask for it. What do I do?—This person you’re talking about is Beck, isn’t it?—How do you know?—You described her perfectly.—Today, I had the “pleasant” visit of someone I didn’t know was coming on behalf of someone who wants to harm Beck. She shot me with my own gun and was going to blackmail Beck, until my security guards arrived and shot her.—But you’re okay, right? Beck wasn’t with you, was she?—I’m fine, Dad. And no, Beck wasn’t.—And what do you need?—I need your help. I don’t know how to help Beck. I could hack her phone, but by the time I thought of it, I

The night was cold, and Beck felt on the verge of a breakdown. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions, and after receiving a macabre package, she felt like she was losing control. She picked up the phone, hesitant, but ended up calling her father.—Beck! her father’s familiar voice answered quickly.—Dad... I... received a gift... let’s just say, a very peculiar one, Beck began, trying to stay calm.—What would that be?—There was a note in the box... it said, "I’M CLOSE." And... inside... there was a heart from some dead animal.Her father was silent for a moment before responding.—Don’t worry, Beck. We’ll solve this and catch whoever did it. We’ll end this, I promise.The call ended, but the following days were a true nightmare. Beck tried to focus on work and family, but the feeling of being watched and threatened wouldn’t let her sleep. One early morning, after hours of tossing and turning in bed, she got up, dressed, and drove to the abandoned house where Verônica w

I stopped by Igor’s room and found him well, resting. He seemed to be recovering as expected, so I decided to go to my office, where I had an appointment. However, before I could even start, my phone rang, and when I saw the name on the screen, my heart tightened. It was my father.—Beck, please... we need your help.—Dad, what happened? Please, tell me!—It’s Dylan... he was attacked and is badly injured.I heard the concern and tension in his voice. My chest tightened, but I stayed calm.—Where is he?—We’re at his house.—I’m on my way.I hung up the phone and took a deep breath, preparing to leave. Just as I was about to leave my office, I ran into Lidia in the hallway.—Beck, what happened? You look worried.—Lidia, could you have someone cover for me? I have an urgent matter to take care of.—Of course, you can go.I thanked her and went straight to the medication room. I grabbed what I might need: painkillers, bandaging materials, and some medications. I put everything in my ba

A month had passed since Bryan and I finally worked things out. Things between us were truly better. Theo had returned from his trip, Dylan was almost recovered, and I visited him every day. Igor had also returned home, where he continued his treatment.Still, lately I felt something different, as if my energy was drained. My focus at work was disappearing, and I wasn’t even trying to interrogate Verônica anymore. My father noticed she was malnourished and started feeding her and interrogating her himself.Not even Dylan’s jokes could get a smile out of me. It was as if I were someone else. On the other hand, my relationship with Bryan and my son made me feel good. Maybe that was exactly what I needed.Now that Beck and I were doing well, I felt that nothing and no one could separate us. We spent more time together, and it was as if the family was in harmony again. There was just one detail that still irritated me: the dog that Theo insisted on bringing, a gift from someone I preferre