Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 1431-Don't look, Matthew

Of course, nothing could happen to him.

She had promised herself that she would take care of both of them for the rest of her life, to keep them both safe, carefree and happy.

So, of course, nothing could happen to him!

So thought Mrs. Asia, and then, holding Matthew tightly in her arms, she slowly closed her eyes.

When the firemen came out of the fire with Remo Giordano, Mrs. Asia saw the almost unrecognizable Remo Giordano, her breath caught in her throat, and she stared at him.

Matteo seemed to feel something in her arms and tried to turn around to look, but Mrs. Asia held him in her arms.

"Don't look, Matteo, don't look, your father promised us that he would be okay, so we have to wait until he is safe and sound, okay?"

said Mrs. Asia stroking the back of little Matteo's head, her voice almost a whisper, "He will be fine."

When the ambulance arrived, Remo Giordano was put on a stretcher and prepared to leave, Mrs. Asia rushed with little Matteo, "Doctor, we are the family of the injured man." Remo Giordano was seriously injured and had to be resuscitated before he could reach the hospital, and little Matteo was held by his mother without being able to take a look. Mrs. Asia kept her baby well protected, but her eyes were red as she stared deathly at her husband's body.

The paramedics in the car kept resuscitating Remo Giordano, while Mrs. Asia held her baby in her arms and did not allow little Matteo to look into Remo Giordano's face at that moment.

Only when we arrived at the hospital was Remo Giordano taken to the emergency room.

As mother and son waited outside the emergency room, one of the paramedics walked by and Mrs. Asia stood up quickly and said, "Excuse me, my son hurt his hand."

The paramedic took one look and saw that the child's hand was so bloody he could barely see it, so he rushed over and said, "My God, how did he hurt himself like that? It hurts, doesn't it? Come with me right away, I'll treat the wound."

The paramedics were about to come and get Matthew, but Matthew fell into Mrs. Asia's arms and shook his head vigorously, "No, I'm not going, I'll wait here for Dad."

The paramedics thought of the injured man inside and did not dare to think about it, because he was so badly injured that they did not know if he could be saved.

"Baby, your father is inside, there are professional doctors and paramedics inside, it's useless for you to wait here, go with Auntie to treat the wound first, when she's done, Auntie will bring you back, okay?" Matthew was about to say something else when Mrs. Asia behind him pushed him on his back, her voice as gentle as the wind, "Be good, be good, go with the nurse to treat the wound, if it gets infected later, dad will be worried about you when he wakes up."

It was probably these last words that touched little Matteo, his lips twitching, but he finally nodded and followed the nurse to treat the wound.

Before leaving, Matteo kept looking at Mrs. Asia.

There was always a gentle smile on Mrs. Asia's face, "Go Matteo, mom will be here when you come back."

Little Matteo followed the nurse three steps back and left.

Mrs. Asia looked at Matteo's small figure, her eyes full of guilt, as a mother, she should have accompanied her son to get his wound treated. After all, her son's hand was in such a state that she should have been by his side as a mother, but she was selfish at this moment, as her husband's life and death were still uncertain and she just could not leave at this time.

Earlier, in the ambulance, she had kept a death grip on Matthew, not allowing him to see his father.

Because that look in his father's eyes seemed......

really scary.

The first time he looked at her, it was as if a knife was digging into her heart.

Such a sight should never be seen by a child, and she was really worried that it might cast a shadow on the little one.

Little Matthew was taken by the nurse to be treated for wounds on his hands. At first, when the nurse saw his wounds, she was speechless.

Even though she had been a nurse for so many years, it still hurt to see a child with such a wound, but with tight lips and without saying a word.

The nurse's attitude toward little Matthew was very kind, and her voice was also gentle when she spoke, "Little one, you must be in a lot of pain because you are hurt so badly, aren't you? Don't worry, auntie will be kind later, if you have pain, tell auntie, auntie will be kind."

Matthew said nothing.

At first, the nurse paid special attention to Matthew, fearing that he might suddenly cry out or cry from pain. But later she was a little surprised, because Matteo never cried out in pain or suffering, not even a word.

The nurse was amazed by this incredible resilience, and then she felt very sorry for the little boy, because she had already guessed that he was probably worried about his father.

Thinking about this, the nurse reached out her hand and touched the back of Matteo's head, her voice softly said, "Don't worry, your father will be fine."

At these words, little Matthew raised his head and looked directly at her with a look that made her heart break.

Although Little Matthew really didn't want to talk to strangers at the moment, the nurse was talking about his father, so he finally moved his lips and said sincerely, "Thank you." The nurse stroked his head again.

After a few moments, Matthew asked, "Auntie, can I go back to see my father now?"

The nurse nodded and stood up after some thought, "Auntie will take you there."

His wounds had already been treated and the nurse carried little Matthew in the direction of the emergency room, and as they passed, the emergency room door opened. The nurse aunt's heart pounded when she heard the emergency room door open at that moment.

Mrs. Asia also got up at that moment and quickly approached.

"Hello doctor, how is my husband?"

The expression on her face looked calm, but only she knew how anxious and restless her heart was at that moment.

The doctor took off his mask, followed by several staff members who came out from behind him one after another.

He looked at Mrs. Asia with an apologetic look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I would like to ask the family to come in and see the injured person one last time."

Boom...

Something collapsed frantically in Mrs. Asia's mind and disappeared.