Amalia could not help but control her sadness, she felt as if Marcos Estebans, a man with whom she had only spoken through text messages, had been unfaithful to her. Maybe she was crazy, however, she could not get rid of that desolate feeling, neither could she stop her tears, that's why Hephaestus stood up to hug her.

″Ya Amalia, please stop! I don't like to see you cry. You are the strongest woman I've ever known, I've never seen you break down or run away, not even when I was diagnosed with cancer, you stayed by my side and helped me without being your obligation, you always face everything, it didn't even stop you from giving birth to run away and save Bianca and you. Why would you cry for a jerk like Marcos? I'm funnier, cuter than him, I even have the name of a Greek god and I don't see you crying for me,″ he pointed out, standing firm and sticking out his chest, even though it wasn't necessary because of his physique, but he just wanted to make her laugh and he succeeded.

″Clow