Capítulo 30: HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? GRANDMOTHER HAS FOUND A GRANDSON...
Izan Marsans really didn't want to see any unrelated people around. He grabbed Oscar Roing's neck and then threw him out of the hospital room as if he were weightless.
The moment Ana Santamarina saw Óscar Roing being expelled, she hurriedly ran after him. Oscar Roing, is he injured?
When the two were outside the hospital room, Izan Marsans slammed the door. He then breathed a long sigh of relief and returned to Amaranta's side.
«Grandma, this is Izan Marsans. He is the boy I saved through a blood transfusion at the village clinic the other day.
As soon as Grandma saw how tall and imposing Izan Marsans was, and with such an excellent disposition, she immediately thought of him as her future grandson-in-law. Grandma thought silently for a moment. Izan Marsans was perhaps nine years older than Amaranta.
That was not a problem. After all, age was just a number. Besides, nine years wasn't a big deal, as long as he treated Amaranta well.
«And how many are there in your family? Who are your parents?
Amaranta called her grandmother Mary's attention hurriedly: "Grandma, are you feeling better today?"
«I feel much better. You must have been so worried last night! — For a moment, Grandma couldn't think clearly. She was lost, imagining Amaranta's future with Izan.
Now that Ana Santamarina arrived right at her door, the grandmother realized that she had, somehow, been too lax, and she had taken some things for granted. She didn't think about that disobedient daughter and her mother.
Her Amaranta was such a gentle, innocent and charming girl. She wouldn't want anything to happen to Amaranta, not even the slightest harm. "Amaranta, shouldn't your exam results be out today?" she asked excitedly.
«Grandma, it's still early. Don't worry about that," Amaranta assured him. «And, from now on, you are not allowed to leave without telling me. Can't you see how worried I am?
Grandma nodded and looked at Izan, smiling. This young man was tall and energetic and gave the impression that he had a calm personality, although he seemed "formal." Moreover, even with a Stoic expression, his somewhat reserved demeanour, she still imagined it.
At this point, grandma was like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law. The longer she looked at her, the more she liked him to be Amaranta's husband.
Outside the hospital room, Óscar clung to Ana for support. The slap he received from Amaranta left a large red mark on her white and beautiful face. She could still feel his palm on her cheek.
Oscar, I know you are in pain, and I am very sorry. "It's all my fault." Ana Santamarina saw Óscar Roing with teary eyes. But how could Oscar stand to see Ana cry? He didn't want to see her in that state, so he immediately comforted her, "No, don't blame yourself.
Your only fault, if you could call it that, was that you were too naive and innocent. You are doing everything you can to help your father. Can't you see though? "Some people don't deserve your kindness."
Ana held Oscar's hand, his pretty face was full of sadness.
She murmured under her breath, "So, tell me, what should I do? On the one hand, there is my father. And on the other, my mother. I'm also in a dilemma, Oscar. Also, I feel this way… so hurt, so heartbroken, so desperate… Oscar, what should I do? I don't want my family to fall apart. I want me, my father and my mother to always be together… Oscar, don't forget that father doesn't know that I've been here yet. If he finds out what happened, he'll blame me for messing things up. What should I do?
«This is clearly your father's fault. If he blames you, then it's clearly something else, thought Oscar Roing. He did not dare to express his opinion about Javier Santamarina. He didn't want to bother Ana any more.
«He will not do it. "I will always be here for you no matter what happens," he promised. "A, let's go home, I need to rest."
—He didn't accept it. Not willingly. In his mind the handsome boy who was inside her with Amaranta was still very recent, he didn't want to leave.
While Ana couldn't stop thinking about Izan Marsans even though she was with Óscar Roing. He couldn't stand the pain of her dislocated arm, but he hid the pain so that Ana wouldn't feel bad, she couldn't care less about what was happening to that woman.
Ana is only remembering the same moment when Izan Marsans hit Óscar. It certainly made a big impression on Ana.
She seemed to have a very good physique. Maybe her abs, or even Adonis' belt, were to die for. And her face… It was like no other. It was similar to a bright star on a dark night. She caught attention. So handsome!
She wondered when she would see him again.
Oscar Roing paled in comparison to him. He seemed weak next to Izan Marsans.
She seemed to have liked him. She was sure that he noticed her, she is so beautiful that.
It is impossible not to fall in love with his physique.
No, this wasn't just a crush. She already loves him.
She couldn't explain how and when it happened. It just happened. However, she wasn't sure if he was seeing someone else.
"Grandma, I'll move you to another room, right next to mine."
Amaranta was surprised and looked towards Izan Marsans.
«Is it possible to change? "I heard the nurse say there are limited beds."
"The nurse will come in a while to help you move your things."
Izan Marsans was standing in the corner. He was busy with thoughts of him. There was no way he could be protecting Amaranta and her grandmother 24 hours a day.
But being an old woman and a fairly young woman, Izan was worried that someone might come to bother them again. How could the days handle the situation?
«It's decided then. After you have changed rooms, I will help you with your things. "That also makes it more convenient."
"Alright".
Amaranta did not present an ostentatious show of affectation. She was really upset by the way Ana behaved. According to Amaranta's observations about Ana's temperament, she was not a woman who was going to take things personally.
She would definitely come back again.
Amaranta, on the other hand, was not so happy to see Ana and Óscar together.
This pair of disgusting people…
Although her previous meeting was not pleasant, she sincerely hoped that they would be together, stay loving and happy, as long as they lived.
After moving into the new room, Amaranta was surprised by how luxurious it was.
It was more of a hotel suite than a hospital room.
In addition to the standard room, there was also a bedroom for visitors.
The living room had a TV, couch, and coffee table.
The room was spotlessly clean.
"Grandma, it's so wonderful here…"
Amaranta helped her grandmother into the hospital room. As soon as Grandma went to bed, the nurse quickly put her back on the IV drip.
It wasn't until Amaranta and Grandma settled down that Izan Marsans came in with some fruits. He saw that Grandma's IV drip had already been reattached, so he handed the set of practice questions to Amaranta.
«I have marked the questions you answered wrong. I also saw the questions you tried to ask before. You have problems with your base. The way you are approaching the questions now is practically as if you are memorizing everything, in mathematics you don't memorize.
You can't do it this way. I will teach you a method when the time comes, which will ensure that your learning is easier."
Izan was really nice to Amaranta. Not only did he help with the hospital room change, but he also helped her with her practice questions. Even grandma felt a little embarrassed for bothering him with so many things." Thank you, young man," commented the grandmother. Izan blushed.
He was happy to see them appreciate what he had been doing for them. He smiled and responded: «Grandma, if it weren't for Amaranta donating blood, I would no longer be in this world. What I am doing now is nothing compared to what Amaranta did for me…"
Izan had an intravenous drip receiving fluids and the grandmother received a transfusion. While this was happening, Izan, as Amaranta's teacher, supervised his efficiency in answering questions, observing how he improved by leaps and bounds.
The two were at the table in front of the window to answer questions. While Izan Marsans patiently explained the basis on which he was failing, Amaranta noticed that he was very patient with her in teaching her, which I greatly appreciated.
Meanwhile, Izan looked at Amaranta, she was wearing a simple, plaid dress that made her look very thin. Her blonde hair was tied into two long braids that casually rested on her shoulders, accentuating her features, she looked at her delicate profile, admiring her natural beauty.
When Johanna Sáenz arrived, she was greeted with this scene. She had been dreaming of this moment, a young couple who knew each other.
She was a beautiful image. Not only that, but she couldn't bear to interrupt such a wonderful moment.
"Hello…" A greeting from the nurse brought them back to reality.
Amaranta was the first to react, and then spoke affectionately: "Mother."
The grandmother was surprised when she heard that Amaranta called a stranger mother. Yes, she was old, but not senile. This woman was not her daughter.
"Grandma, I just recognized Mrs. Johanna Sáenz as my godmother…"
The grandmother came to her senses, smiled at Johanna and then responded: "This child, without mentioning a word to me about it, you found yourself as a godmother. "We have to prepare a gift, Amaranta!"
In the town of Deifont, recognizing someone as a godmother was a matter that had to be taken seriously…
Amaranta had grown up without a mother, and she had been that way since she was a little girl.
It would also be a blessing for Amaranta if Johanna could love her like a daughter.
«Grandma Mary, it doesn't matter if there is a ceremony or not. The most important thing is that I like Amaranta and I accept her as my daughter.
Izan Marsans was as oblivious to this conversation as oil and water can be in a mixture and was unaffected by the events happening around him.
He looked at the practice questions silently, as if Johanna was not there. He had never had much patience with people other than his family, especially women.
«Amaranta, this is the contract. Read it carefully. And if you don't find any problems or it confuses you, you can sign it. If you have any questions, ask me."
Amaranta received the contract. However, just when he was about to casually flip through it, Izan grabbed it from his hands. Izan really didn't like Johanna. He felt something "different" from her.
According to what Amaranta had said, that Johanna Sáenz was his godmother. But why did Johanna keep insisting that Amaranta enter the film industry?
Didn't she know how messy and dangerous the industry was?
Izan Marsans reviewed the contract before pointing out some problems.
"Mrs. Sáenz, these areas need some revisions," he sternly informed Johanna.
Johanna Sáenz saw that Izan Marsans marked with her pen and, however, she found what the problem was.
Seeing that Johanna showed a face of understanding where the error was, Izan Marsans told her: —"Amaranta is still a minor. She will not participate in daring, naked, inappropriate scenes that involve kissing and touching.
She has the right to decline invitations to all lunch gatherings with the production team. Furthermore, she will not participate in any activity other than acting," Izan Marsans demanded.
Johanna was speechless for a moment. She really hadn't thought about that much.
«This gentleman...Who is he? "What is his role in your life, Amaranta?" Johanna asked him…
Amaranta was embarrassed and had to interrupt Johanna to say: "Mother, this is Izan Marsans. He is my friend."
"Mr. Marsans, I am Amaranta's godmother. She would never hurt him.
Izan Marsans had a background in science, physics and also studied law. The only things he believed in were the terms and conditions that were expressed in black and white. Things like verbal agreements were never going to be as real and binding as what was written in black and white.
"Mrs. Sáenz, from the moment he took out this contract, what exists between the two of you becomes a working relationship, regardless of what you have as a family," declared Izan Marsans indifferently.
Amaranta was surprised and surprised by Izan's reaction, but the feeling of being protected by someone was great.
She really loved this feeling of being pampered and protected, for the first time…
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