Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 1428 - A Life

The candle flame was not very big, and there was another reason for the fire. Little Matthew went to his room in the dark to replace his drawing book because he was bored waiting.

He thought that today he could draw one with his mother and father and include his grandfather as well. Although he was only five years old, Matthew was already very good at drawing and drew the whole family and then smiled happily as he held his drawing book.

Soon after, little Matthew felt a little depressed again.

It was his birthday, but Grandpa was not even here. When would Grandpa accept Dad, who was so kind?

Well, he decided that he would give this painting to Grandpa tomorrow, hoping that he would let go of his prejudice against him first.

As he thought about this, Matthew got up to put the painting away, but as he did so, he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he accidentally kicked the chair next to him and fell, causing the painting book to fly from his hand to the candle.

The book in his hand flew off and fell directly onto the candle.

Matthew's small knee remained covered for a long time as he hit it, and when he recovered, the flame had spread to the side.

Matteo lived in a small rented apartment at the time, and his house was densely packed with mostly flammable objects.

He finally realized that something was wrong, but he was so frightened that he vaguely remembered what his teacher had said in class, that children should not play with fire, otherwise they could easily cause a fire.

That's right, water can put out fires.

This was the only thought that came to Matthew's mind, and he got up and ran to the kitchen, carrying a basin of water, but because he was so young and weak, he carried the water to the kitchen and tried to put out the fire.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger and Matteo was so scared that he wanted to inform his father that he was resting in his room after work, at first, he wanted to take care of it himself, his father worked late every day and today he had come home early from work for his birthday, but he had only gone to his room to rest a bit before the birthday celebration started.

So little Matteo did not want to disturb him.

Remo Giordano was sleeping when he vaguely smelled something burning, only slightly at first, then the smell became stronger. He wondered if his wife had cooked food again today.

She was supposed to be the grand dame of the Giordano family, served as a maid every day, dressed in nice clothes and living in a big house, but she had to suffer every day since she joined him. He did not want her to suffer, so she had to work hard to earn money. Whenever he came back from work and saw his wife's burned hands from cooking for him, Remo Giordano reproached himself.

He felt that he was not a man at all, otherwise he would not have been able to take care of his wife and put her through this kind of suffering when she should have been well fed and clothed.

With this in mind, Remo Giordano no longer stayed in bed, but turned and stood up. Remo Giordano shook his head and reached out to pinch his temples.

What was wrong with him? Why was his head suddenly so heavy? Was it because he had not rested enough after working so hard recently? He could not afford to fall, his wife and son depended on him, and today was Matteo's birthday, so he wondered if he had already bought the cake.

With this in mind, Remo Giordano got up again and went outside, his head sinking deeper and deeper, every step he took was like stepping on cotton, as if he would fall in a moment.

But being a man, Remo Giordano did not let himself fall, until he opened the door to his room and was simply stunned to see the flames of the fire outside and Matteo ready to enter his room. "What, what is going on?"

Little Matthew was standing beside him, looking at him with his head tilted and his little face was a picture of anxiety as he tugged at his pant leg, "Dad, Dad, I accidentally dropped the candle and this happened. But, but I got water, but they don't want to come out."

He said these words with an expression as if he had made a big mistake.

Remo Giordano, who had never been angry with Matteo or raised his voice to him, now felt bad to see his son blaming himself, but he could not console him at that moment and could only tell him, "Matteo, go wait for Papa while I put out the fire."

This was the place where they lived and if it burned, where they would live next.

So Remo Giordano's first thought was to run to put out the fire: he was tall and quick to carry water and even though he was dazed and unsteady on his feet, his strong willpower kept him going and he carried many buckets of water, helped also by little Matteo.

Eventually, Remo Giordano's eyes turned black and his consciousness faded, but the fire inside the house was still not extinguished and it was probably impossible to save the small house that belonged to them.

Once Remo Giordano realized this possibility, he did not linger any longer and immediately walked over to little Matteo and took his hand, "Matteo, the fire is too big to be put out according to our ability, we have to get out of here."

Having said this, Remo Giordano pulled little Matteo out and ran.

Bang!

The beam of the burning roof suddenly came down, blocking the path of father and son.

Remo Giordano felt so dizzy that he hardly knew which way his head was, and he shielded Matteo in his arms as the fire became more intense around him.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Little Matteo was calling him, and Remo Giordano came back conscious and looked down to see his son looking at him worriedly, with a deep sense of guilt and panic in his eyes.

No, how could he break down at this point? He had to get Matthew out of here, and he could not die here. He had already made life difficult for Matteo and his mother, and if he died again, there would be no hope for them, mother and son.

And he had promised to take care of mother and son for the rest of his life.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Remo Giordano wheeled himself up and carried Matteo out, but a second later the beam fell back in that direction and Remo Giordano was already too stunned to know where to turn, so he did not avoid it. With a thud, the heavy beam came down and crushed him to the ground.

The force was so strong that it was as if a million mountains had collapsed at once. Remo Giordano felt as if blood was pooling in his heart as he fell, but fortunately, Matthew was protected by him.