Her Second Marriage With Mr. Cristian

“What is going on here? How can it be on fire when it’s so beautiful?”

“Yes, and you are outside, why isn’t your father still outside? Is he still receiving something? Don’t worry, maybe your father will come out soon!”

Someone offered to show Matthew’s hand, but little Matthew kept hiding it behind his back and kept telling them, “Please, uncles, my daddy has fainted, he can’t come out, please help him!”

When they heard that he had fainted, the adults realized that the situation was much more serious than they had imagined; they had seen that a child could run out of the fire and thought that Remo Giordano, a big man, must be able to do the same, but they did not expect him to faint.

They did not expect him to faint, but some of them got up and headed in that direction.

However, just as they reached the door, some men hesitated, their feet not daring to take a step forward.

“This, such a big fire, will it be possible to get out after entering?”

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“Yes, the fire is too big, it will definitely be dangerous if we go in, why don’t we put out the fire first?”

“Matteo, go and stay at the side first, leave this to the aunts and uncles, okay?”

Although Matthew was young, he could see their hesitation, they were standing in front of the door but not going in at all, while his father inside was still suffering.

He reacted almost immediately and turned to run inside, but was stopped by the nearest adult, “Hey, why don’t you listen to me, you can’t go in there with the fire so big, what if you get burned too? Hurry up and wait to the side, you can’t go back inside.”

“Dad, Dad is still in there!” Matthew tried hard to run inside, but the adults kept pulling him and his strength was not up to the mark.

“Dad! Daddy!” Matthew kept shouting, probably because his screams were so miserable and harsh that some of the adults next to him could not take it.

“Let’s go in and take a look, it’s a small child and he just came out.”

“Yes, if a child is not afraid, it would be really bad for us adults to be so scared.”

“Come on, Matteo, wait for us outside, we will go in and rescue your father.”

Some of the men rolled up their sleeves and were ready to start, but at that moment the firefighters arrived and surrounded the place where the fire was and then began to evacuate the people around.

Little Matthew saw that people had surrounded his house and tried to run toward them, shouting for his father.

A firefighter uncle, however, knelt down and hugged him.

“Baby, there is a lot of fire inside, you can’t run in there or you will get hurt.”

Only after saying this did the fireman’s uncle notice Matthew’s bloody hand, “How did he get hurt?”

“Dad! Daddy!”

Little Matteo was still trying to run inside when the fireman’s uncle realized what he was talking about and his face became grave: “You mean your father is still inside!

“Uncle, can you help my father? Thank you!”

As a firefighter, he was naturally obliged to respond to such requests, and he immediately said seriously, “Okay, I’m going to rescue your father, but you must promise me that you must not run away, understand?”

Little Matthew nodded, “Thank you, uncle, you must get my father out.”

After assuring himself that he would not run away, the firefighter got up and talked to some of his teammates before some of them went to rescue him.

Little Matthew did not take a side and stayed where he was closest to the fire and could not be hurt, he would wait here for his father to come out, he had told him to get out and call someone to rescue him and he did! Father would be safe!

At that moment, Mrs. Asia, who had bought a cake, came back with the cake box in her hand, and when she saw the flames from afar, she approached the house suspiciously, and when she saw that it was her own house that was on fire, something collapsed frantically in her mind.

After that she could think of nothing else and came flying straight this way.

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There was fire coming from in front, Matthew smelled something burning, his pupils snapped and he, who had been motionless, abruptly avoided at this point.

The air and temperature around him were rising abruptly, the fire, the characters and the endless darkness were all in front of him.

There was a constant cry in my ears, but he could not hear anything.

Matthew’s first thought when he broke down the door was to go in and save Anna, he couldn’t let her die in the fire and he couldn’t let her be in danger.

So he ran inside until he found himself here, and the past came back to him.

Memories gnawed at his memory and brain like a soul, and his limbs felt as if they had been filled with water, but as soon as he thought that his girlfriend was still waiting for him in the fire, as soon as he thought that she was as helpless in the face of it as he had been as a child, as he had been in the face of the loss of his father, Matteo knew that he had to get through this.

The smoke entered and Matthew covered his mouth and nose as his eyes searched inch by inch for Anna’s figure.

“What’s going on?”

Mrs. Asia, who had arrived quickly, ran to the door and shouted urgently, “This is my house, why is it on fire? Honey, Matteo!”

With that, Mrs. Asia hurriedly ran inside, and was stopped after a few steps.

“This lady, there is a huge fire inside, you can’t go inside.”

“Why am I not allowed to enter? This is my house, let me in!”

Mrs. Asia, normally a kind and reasonable person, immediately lost her mind when it came to this life-and-death situation.

“Madam, we understand your feelings very well, but now that the place is surrounded by fire, please calm down, we have more professional people going to help, can you please wait at the side?”

Mrs. Asia was about to say something else when a small voice rang out from the lower left.

“Mom.”

Mrs. Asia looked down and saw little Matthew standing at her feet, froze for a moment and then saw little Matthew’s bloody hand and tears immediately flowed from her eyes.

“Matteo, what’s wrong with you? How did you hurt your hand like this?”

She hugged Matteo and tried to pull his hand to check it, but there was no way she could put her hands around it, fearing it would hurt if she touched Matteo.

“Mom.” Matteo’s eyes were a little red, but he held his breath, “Dad is still in there, but an uncle went in with someone to rescue him, Mom, is he going to be okay?”

At those words, a look of dismay flashed in Mrs. Asia’s eyes, and as she watched the fire raging behind her, her body began to shake gently.

“Yes, it will be all right!”