Nicoes like a breeze and goes like a breeze.


    When The Holy City began winter, Mica and Nico were on fire, but within a couple of days, Mica was free again.


    After all, a man like Nico is high-ss scum in her eyes, with a face attractive enough to attract women, and a pretty perfect body.


    Besides, Nico has money and has it in abundance.


    When New Year’s Day arrives and school takes a three-day break, Mica has nowhere to go and doesn’t like to travel during the vacations.


    Pastora Apostol is afraid she will be alone and asks her toe to her house for dinner.


    Mica and Pastora Apostol were close friends, so Pastora Apostol’s parents had met Mica and had heard from Pastora Apostol about her bad situation in La familia Matamoros. Apostol used to take Mica home for dinner.


    Mica wanted to go, but before she left the house she was interrupted by a phone call from the hospital.


    “Hello, it’s the municipal hospital, are you Mica Matamoros, Mrs. Malia’s granddaughter?”.


    Mica’s heart skipped a beat, “I am, what happened to my grandmother?”.


    “Your grandmother is in trouble, a brain tumor has burst in her head, they are resuscitating her at the hospital,e quick…”


    Mica grabbed her bag and ran out, catching a flight to the city hospital.


    Malia Monica was being resuscitated, and outside the operating room were several of Malia Monica’s fellow townspeople, one of whom was a respected town elder whom Mica had known since she was a child, named El abuelo Santos.


    Mica anxiously asked, “Grandpa Santos, how is my grandmother?”.


    Santos Duron said, “Mica, your grandmother is being resuscitated in there, and I signed off on the operation for her.”


    “Yes, El abuelo Santos, why does my grandmother … suddenly have a brain tumor?”


    “Your grandmother herself ah also do not know, she was washing clothes in the pool, that brain tumor suddenly burst, at that time she opened her mouth has been unable to speak, fortunately my son returned from the new year vacation has a car, we rushed to take her to the city hospital, in the vige hospital is not admitted, they said it can not be saved, you have to go to the city hospital.”


    Mica just felt a cold all over her body and stood there, with wooden hands and feet.


    She did not dare to cry, she just plucked up courage and asked, “And what did the doctor say?”.


    Santos Duron told her, “Mica, don’t worry, my son has a doctor friend in this hospital, so as soon as they brought your grandmother in and diagnosed her with the ruptured brain tumor, my son asked his doctor friend to contact a specialist in the field and he is now operating on your grandmother in the operating room. Don’t worry, she will be fine.”


    Mica looked at Santos Duron with gratitude and with red eyes at the corners of her mouth: “Grandpa Santos, thank you”.


    Soon after, Santos Duron’s son, Joaquin Duron, returned from paying his bill.


    Mica hastened to ask: “Uncle Joaquin, how much is it, I’ll pass it on to you”.


    Joaquin Duron, who had grown up with Mica’s mother, Rufina Quesada, when they were children, was a childhood friend of sorts, and said, “Your mother and I are good friends, Mica, so don’t feel so awkward.”


    Mica didn’t insist, she wanted to wait untilter to settle the money together, “Tio Joaquin, I’ll pay you back in a couple of days.”


    “There is no hurry, Mica, you are the only one who hase to the hospital after such a big incident, where is your father?”.


    At the mention of Beltran Matamoros, Mica gritted her teeth, her eyes still filled with anger and hatred, “Grandfather Santos, Uncle Joaquin, I have broken my rtionship with The Matamoros family, myst name now is not Matamoros, it’s Quesada. . .”


    “What’s going on here…, are that stepmother and stepsister of yours bullying you?”


    Mica shook her head, she didn’t want to talk about it, “Grandpa Santos, Tio Joaquin, please, if it wasn’t for you, my grandmother might …”N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    “Mica, since you have broken your rtionship with La familia Matamoros and you are still studying, I just asked my friend the doctor about this operation for your grandmother, it’s about 200. 000 or 300. 000, but I just bought a house in the city and I don’t have that much cash. I’m afraid you’ll have to find a way to pay the rest.”


    Mica smiled at Joaquin Duron and lied, “No Uncle Joaquin, when I broke off my rtionship with La familia Matamoros, I asked Beltran Matamoros for an amount of money, that’s enough.”


    “How nice, Mica, remember to tell us if you have any difficulties in the future, it is not easy when your mother is gone and you are left as a little sister alone, but whatever we can help, we will surely do it.”


    “Thank you Grandpa Santos, Tio Joaquin.”


    Mica sat outside the operating room, clutching her phone, her mind nk.


    She couldn’t even cry, couldn’t even cry.


    It was impossible for Beltran Matamoros to give her the money, she would have wanted her grandmother to die, because she had cursed her son-inw after her mother’s death, and at her mother’s funeral she had pped Beltran Matamoros in front of all her rtives and people outside, saying he had hurt her daughter, pointing at Beltran Matamoros and Cam Linares and calling them a couple of dogs.


    Malia Monica had long since disowned this bastard of a son-inw.


    Mica was then seven years old and her grandmother embraced her in tears saying: “My Mica has had a very hard life, for having had such an irresponsible father”.


    Indeed, Beltran Matamoros was shameless and irresponsible, and the year after her mother’s death, when she was eight years old, he entered the family with Cam Linares and Florencia’s bastard son.


    Mica was sitting in a regr chair outside the operating room, tears in her eyes, staring at the screen of her phone.


    Without her mother, she had only one family member left in the world, and that was her grandmother.


    As long as her grandmother could get by, it didn’t matter how much money she had, even if she had to sell it, she would make sure she got the best treatment.


    Mica reached up and wiped her tears with her sleeve, turning her eyes toward the red-lit operating room.


    Grandma, you must be fine, Mica still hasn’t honored you.


    The operationsted almost five hours.


    When the operating room door opened, Mica realized that her legs had gonepletely limp and she had no strength to move.


    She leaned back in the chair and stood up, “Doctor, how is my grandmother?”


    The doctor gave a long sigh and smiled in relief, “Grandma pulled through, the operation was a sess, luckily the brain tumor was benign and the blood supply stent was done sessfully, as long as she survives these days in the ICU, there should be no serious problems.”


    Mica squeezed the back of the chair with one hand, her fingertips paled, she squeezed out a smile, “Thank you doctor.”


    When the doctor left, Mica dropped back into her chair.


    That was close.


    She let out a heavy sigh.


    Malia Monica was in the ICU and still in aa, not allowing visits from family members.


    The hospital bill came to a total of $180, 000 for the operation and materials, not counting the ICU stay and medical bills.


    It would probably cost about $300, 000 to keep Malia Monica in the hospital until she could be discharged.


    She had a card that Nico had given her earlier, with $100, 000 on it, and she hadn’t touched it yet.


    But he needed to borrow another two hundred thousand.


    She picked up the phone and called Nico.


    When the call came through, Mica looked at herself reflected in the hospital ss, looked into the ss, tried to squeeze out a smile, and said, “Mr. Nico, I miss you.”