When he realized Henri had finished pouring out his heart, Damião took a deep breath and finally decided to speak.

“Look, son...” he began, his voice a little hoarse. “You know very well that, in the beginning, my impression of you couldn't have been better. I trusted you. I trusted you enough that I never once hesitated to let my daughter work by your side.”

Feeling the weight of guilt settle on his chest, Henri lowered his gaze slightly.

“I know...” he murmured awkwardly.

Damião nodded slowly