Miguel looked directly at Clara.
Do you think you’re innocent?
Clara took a step back.
I never wanted his money.
Miguel tilted his head.
So what do you want?
Clara didn’t know how to answer.
Because at that moment, Mr. Antônio, trembling, shouted:
No! Don’t mess with the girl!
Everyone turned around.
He pointed at Miguel with a trembling hand.
— It’s you… you’re the one—
