Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 1429 - Dad is still in there

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."

"Be a good boy, Matteo," Remo Giordano said with a smile, reaching out to gently wipe the ashes from little Matteo's face, who was distressed at the sight of his bloody hands, but this was no time to be distressed, and all he could do was gently persuade little Matteo.

"Matteo, Papa is not asking you to leave me behind, it is because you are too weak to help Papa push this beam alone. So now, before the fire reaches the door, run out and call them for help so that Dad can be saved."

At those words, a small light appeared in little Matteo's eyes, "Will they save Papa?"

Remo Giordano smiled and nodded, "Of course they will, but little Matteo has to ask them to help Daddy, okay?"

Hearing that everyone would help Dad, Little Matteo of course knew that he could not push that heavy beam with his own strength, he had just pushed it for a long time and it was not moving. It would be nice if the aunts and uncles in the neighborhood would help.

Little Matthew turned to run, but then hesitated and turned back to look at Remo Giordano, who smiled at him and gently urged him, "Go, go quickly, come back soon, Papa is waiting for you."

Yes, Dad was suffering now, he had to go and come back soon and call his aunts and uncles to come and save him!

Thinking of this, little Matteo then solemnly said to Remo Giordano, "Papa, you must wait for Matteo to come back!"

Then little Matteo darted toward the door, probably because he had a goal, so he ran very fast. Remo Giordano kept looking at his small back, his eyes almost insatiable, until little Matteo was gone and he kep watching.

A few moments later, Remo Giordano grimaced in pain, not daring to show his pain first because Matteo was there. It really hurt and his consciousness was leaking, he felt like he was dying, his arms and legs were weak and his back was completely burned.

He had actually called Matteo for personal reasons, he hoped Matteo could call someone to help him, he also didn't want to die here, he had given permission to his wife to take care of her and his son for the rest of his life, if he died like this, how would those two live afterwards?

So he could not die.

As long as there was hope, he had to fight, he had to endure.

Of course, the most important thing was to hope that Matthew would get out, and if he couldn't get out, at least his son would not be in danger. As long as he got out, that was all that mattered. The thought made Remo Giordano feel better, but the wound still hurt, making his features grim and his sweat cold.

How could he bear to die like this, when he would die, but those left behind would be the ones who would suffer the most, who would have to face the pain of losing their loved ones day and night? So Remo Giordano could only hope that, God willing, Matteo would soon replace someone to bring him back.

Several neighbors were shocked when they saw a small figure emerge from the fire.

"Isn't that Matteo? Why are you in there? Where are your mother and father?"

"Oh my God, how did you hurt your hand like that? Are they still in there, your mother and father?"

Several adults gathered around, and little Matthew, panting, looked at them pitifully, "Aunt and Uncle, my--my father is still in there, he's hurt, please go help them!"

The adults were stunned, "Is your father still in there?"