A HARD REALITY.

Amaranta exclaimed. "You, you scared me!" He tried to calm down as she clutched her chest. She was breathless.

Izan Marsans looked at her condescendingly and said, "Amaranta, you trust people too easily."

«Izan, I know what worries you, but… My mother Johanna is not a bad person. The night, when we first arrived in the capital, if it weren't for her welcoming us, we would be sleeping in the streets… »

However, for Izan Marsans, allowing a young girl to enter show business was neither a good thing nor an unfortunate thing, nor was it something appropriate.

Furthermore, who could know Johanna Sáenz's true intentions, could he be sure that Amaranta would not have a bad time during the recordings? —"So, what's your plan?" Amaranta replied —"I'm going to stop acting after I'm done with this movie. "I still want to go to the university in the Capital, that is my main goal." The film industry, from his point of view, was already full of actors of all kinds, for that reason it was only his second choice. It wouldn't make any difference if Amaranta decided to only make Johanna's Film.

After all, she didn't want to become an actress, much less a superstar. Her real desire is to be that person who can stand out as someone important, intelligent and who helps her country, she wanted to be that person she had always wanted to be.

«Amaranta In the afternoon, a specialist will be here to examine your grandmother and give an expert opinion. I will accompany you, at all times. "You don't have to be afraid."

«Izan, you have been too kind and attentive to me. How am I going to pay you? »— She simply donated a small amount of blood. And yet, it resulted in someone so different from her and her grandmother helping them with her needs and more of her.

Izan Marsans is a very considerate man, so much so that he still does not understand such kindness on his part, she is confused by his actions, since, in the past, in his other life he only received mistreatment and contempt.

Izan Marsans frowned and then joked, "Do you want your blood back?"

"No! …" Amaranta smiled. "No, I would never ask for such a thing, you don't have to."

Izan Marsans did not react to Amaranta's response. Instead, he walked away.

Amaranta followed Izan Marsans to Grandma Mary's hospital room.

Amaranta approached grandmother's side and whispered: «Grandma, you don't have to worry. I have the money to pay for your treatment. Now all you have to do is relax and wait for my movie. "I'm going to be a superstar!"

The grandmother took Amaranta's hand. «Amaranta, your coming to the Film Academy was not just for an audition, right? You planned everything to bring me here to get checked out. Isn't that so?

«Yes, grandmother. But if I don't get to the Capital Film Academy, I still have another way out!

Grandma let out a sigh.

All this was the result of the bad actions of Monica, her daughter!

If Mónica had not done such a thing from the beginning, Amaranta would not have grown up without a mother.

«Grandma, can you tell me what exactly happened between my mother and Javier Santamarina?»

Grandma shook her head and replied, "I don't know either. When your mother was away from home, many things happened to her, then your mother returned, and she was already pregnant with you. I asked her who your father was, but she refused to say anything.

Simply, she spent her afternoons visiting the city gates every day, and she stayed there to observe, as if she were waiting, for someone's arrival. And later, your mother received a telegram.

She left, hastily, leaving you by my side. And then I got the news of your mother's death. Javier Santamarina came to our house and said that he was going to take you, that he was your biological father… I never really knew the truth about what was happening between them. At the time I asked, however, your mother did not give me answers.

Amaranta, she was not stupid, she saw how her grandmother became sad when she remembered all those events from the past and told them. They both remain silent for a while, then Grandma Mary continued: "All these years, I still hope to see her… That message that came to me is a lie, that she is still alive somewhere, living the life she always wanted, happy." and next to the man who loves her…"

All the specialists at Capital Hospital met in the conference room at three in the afternoon for a consultation about Amaranta's grandmother.

Amaranta sat in the corner of the meeting room, anxiously, and she listened as the specialists discussed her grandmother's condition.

Since she hardly knew anything about medical sciences, the technical terms used sounded strange to her, and she did not know how to respond. "Based on grandma's current condition, could she still undergo surgery?" she asked worriedly when the specialists finished their discussion.

One of the surgeons responded: "In theory, your grandmother's illness, It, could be treated if you had surgery and took chemotherapy drugs simultaneously. However, every surgery represents a risk.

"No doctor could guarantee a 100 percent success rate for an operation, and I am no exception." The Surgeon in charge of the meeting responded.

Amaranta was well aware that his grandmother's condition was complicated and carried a relatively high surgical risk. The specialists had already given him a clear explanation before.

Izan Marsans stole a glance at Amaranta's small face from the corner of his eye and noticed that she had turned pale. He worried more about Amaranta. He was very dejected, thinking that she would be his "little one" if she was left alone after losing Grandma.

"So we could treat grandma's illness effectively if she has surgery and takes chemotherapy drugs? What are the chances of her life? "Not only of success, but of time"

Amaranta continued asking about her grandmother's treatment plan. After a moment of silence, the head surgeon responded, "Fifty percent, but I must point out that the approval documents for the surgery must be signed by an adult relative."

Fifty… That is only half of a chance," Amaranta reflected. He felt a sudden pang spreading from his heart. He had no idea how to face the harsh reality that awaited him.

"Grandma's condition is already quite serious and would worsen with each passing day," declared Izan Marsans. "Also, you can't afford to wait until Amaranta turns 18 before undergoing surgery, Mrs. Cid."

"Mr. Marsans, I would advise you to think twice," warned the Hospital director. Izan Marsans waved his huge hands and dismissed the director's warning: "I will take charge, so give me all the documents, I will sign them myself as the person responsible."

As soon as he received the documents, Izan Marsans signed, as quickly as he could, taking responsibility for everything that could happen to Grandma Mary in the surgery. Meanwhile, the director of the Capital City Hospital was carefully observing Amaranta and wondering.

—"Izan Marsans was the youngest of a rich family and belonging to a dynasty of ancient European ancestry, where they are always used to being very elitist with the people they interact with, this young man had always been reserved.

But why, of all people, does he seem to have a soft spot for this simple, low-class young woman? Could none of the ladies from wealthy families, who seek to marry him, hold a candle to this girl? They would be very upset in her social circle if they saw her, if this is the case."

"It's best that I report this to Izan's Father, so I won't be responsible in case something goes wrong. I will also seek advice from him," the director contemplated.

Amaranta was reluctant after leaving the conference room with Izan. She was often reminded how lucky she was to have met such a great man as he was.

When she donated blood that night, I don't imagine that one day she would need this boy.

Being alone in the enormous Capital city, she would have fought terribly if her paths had not crossed, life has strange purposes, now she understands it, she will appreciate every moment of this second chance that has been given to her to amend her past mistakes, and she will be duly grateful. To everyone who helps her.

"Amaranta," Javier Santamarina, suddenly shouted from behind her.

Amaranta was upset to see that man in the hospital again, what the hell is this person doing here? It's so annoying, to which she asked "What are you doing here, why are you back?!"

"Amaranta, answer me: why did you change rooms, how will you pay for this luxury?" she asked.