Virginity in second marriages by Angela novel Chapter 1429

Because when the beam came down just now, Remo Giordano pushed little Matteo to one side.

"Papa!" Matteo stumbled and fell to the ground, grimacing in pain, but when he saw that his father had been hit by the beam and that the beam was catching fire, burning Remo Giordano's clothes and skin, Matteo panicked and quickly ran to him.

Matteo tried to help Remo Giordano up, but he was already dazed and almost unconscious, and when the heavy beam hit him, he fainted.

"Daddy, Daddy, get up!" Little Matteo was desperate, but no one answered his calls or paid any attention to him, and he tried to drag Remo Giordano toward the door, but he could not. Finally Matteo realized what was happening and got up to push the beam that was pressing against Remo Giordano.

The beam was so heavy and so hot that as soon as little Matteo pushed his hand upward, he heard the sound of burning flesh, so painful that he withdrew his hand and then looked down and blew hard on his palm.

It hurt a lot.

Little Matthew's eyes almost burst into tears at this moment of pain.

But then he realized that if his palm hurt so much, wouldn't it hurt even more if the whole beam was pressed against his father's body?

With this in mind, little Matthew bravely pushed his hand onto the beam, even though he was in pain and scared.

He had to help Dad, Dad had to suffer, it was all his fault, if he had not taken the book to draw, this would not have happened.

"Oooooh, dad, get up, dad ......"

Remo Giordano gradually regained consciousness when he heard Matteo calling him in his ears, like the desperate wails of a small beast, one after another, like a knife shaking his heart.

Remo Giordano opened his eyes with difficulty and finally saw the scene before him.

His son, whose white hands had been beaten to a bloody pulp to push the beam away from him, and whose tongues of fire had risen mercilessly to the corners of Matteo's pants, was still pushing against the beam above him.

How, how could it be!

He was a man, no, he was not just a man, he was a husband, a father!

How could he stand here and put his own son through this pain!

The fire had gotten so big that the people in the surrounding area finally noticed and ran away, some rushing back to call the police, others still acting like headless flies, afraid of being caught in that fire.

"Matteo." Remo Giordano spoke in a hard voice, little Matteo, still pushing against that beam, at the sound of the voice turned his head sharply and then jumped in front of him, "Papa, Papa you are awake."

The flesh of Remo Giordano's back had been senselessly burned by the fire, and the pain he felt almost made him want to faint, but he could not give up on his son who was trying to save him, so he told him, "You can't stay here any longer, run out before the fire reaches the door."

Little Matthew, who usually listened to his parents, should have run for the door without any suspicion at that moment when he heard these words, but for some reason, his eyes widened abruptly when he heard them, and then he shook his head hard and over and over again.

"No, I'm not going."