Virginity in second marriages by Angela novel Chapter 232

Divorce her? Hearing these words, Cristian frowned. He had really thought about divorcing her in the past, but after spending some time with her, he suddenly discovered that this woman did not seem to be what he thought, perhaps...

"I know you're worried about that baby, but since she doesn't want to have an abortion, you should learn to accept it."

Hearing this, Cristian looked up and looked at Beatrice, "You mean I should do as the family wants and continue living my life married to this woman? It doesn't matter even if...she cheated on me?"

Beatrice changed her expression and said reluctantly, "What betrayal? She got pregnant before she married you, she simply met the wrong person. If you like her, you should feel sorry for her, and treat her better in the future. When I look at her. Her eyes are clear and she has no bad intentions. The point is that you are stuck in a wheelchair. She doesn't dislike you; on the contrary, she protects you. This kind of girl is very rare."

Cristian heard these words, but upon hearing certain words, he narrowed his eyes and looked at his aunt, "Who said I like her?"

Beatrice said it casually; he did not imagine that she would take those words so seriously. Suddenly she laughed, "What's going on? I talked so much and you only heard those words. I couldn't imagine that you didn't like her, but you really care about her. Otherwise, why did you have Luca call me in the middle of the night last time about that problem? Did you do it out of laziness or goodness?"

When he mentioned that to Cristian, Cristian's expression totally changed.

"Why did you do that thing alone? " Beatrice asked again.

After seeing that Cristian had changed his face, Beatrice proudly turned up the corners of her mouth, and then put several medicines in small bottles on the table, "She can't touch the water these days, and she has to clean and disinfect every day. She can do it herself, you check her."

Hearing those words, Cristian said, "I will bring her here every day."

"I am very busy. If nothing serious happens, don't call me. This little wound you can take care of yourself. Can't you change medicine? Then you can let the wound continue to hurt or directly let it burn out."

With that said, Beatrice turned and went to the front of the office to open the drawer. The nurse knocked on the door to remind her, "Dr. Marchetti, you have an operation in half an hour. It's time to start the preparation."

"Sure, I'll be right there." Beatrice nodded. The nurse left. Beatrice glanced at Cristian, "Did you hear that? I have to go in for surgery. She is inside resting. When she wakes up, you can take her straight home."

Beatrice got ready and left. Cristian remained alone in the office. He kept thinking, stared at the medicine bottles, and finally, reluctantly, got up to get them.

Serena should still be resting.

In fact, Serena was not resting. After Beatrice came out, she got out of bed and made to leave, but when she approached the door, she heard the conversation between the two, so she listened to them without saying a word.

After hearing what they said to each other, she did not dare try to leave. After all, she could not stay there, she should have been in bed lying down and with her eyes closed.

But she felt pain all over her body. Moreover, after applying the medicine, she felt her whole body sticky. She was uncomfortable lying down, so she frowned.

She did not know how much time had passed, suddenly she heard the sound of wheels approaching, although the sound was very light, the room was quiet and Serena heard it clearly.

Knowing that Cristian might have entered, Serena thought back to her conversation with Beatrice. Her eyelashes twitched slightly, and then she turned around, giving her back to the direction from which the sound came.

Otherwise, she would have risked falling asleep when Cristian entered if she had been lying on her back.

The door opened and Cristian entered.

Looking at Serena lying on the side of the bed, he noticed that there were scars all over her arms and neck.

When he saw those scars, his dark eyes filled with ferocity.