Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 497: Don't you understand?

Serena didn't understand.

-What do you mean?

She had thought for a while and didn't understand what Cristian meant. She smiled and said, -It would be normal to blame me. I feel guilty, too."

When Cristian asked her, Serena lowered her gaze.

Yes, she felt guilty.

She was also responsible for her injury. If it were not for her, he would not be so hurt. He blamed himself, because he had sought out Elsa. They had still said they would meet, Elsa had already told him she was not free, why had he sought her out directly?

If she hadn't gone to the restaurant, wouldn't she have found Cristian?

When she remembered, Serena said, "If I hadn't come to the restaurant, there wouldn't have been

so many problems. Maybe you and Mrs. Elsa--you would have been together.

-Cristian interrupted her words and said, "Don't you understand yet?"

-What?

-Five years. I haven't been divorced for five years.

Serena, -.

Now Cristian's eyes were as bright as the stars in the galaxy.

And his words moved her.

But... five years ago, he...

When she remembered, Serena took a few steps back and said, "We don't talk about that.

Now we have to solve this problem."

She had run away from the topic again.....

Cristian had no solution and said, "Well, if you don't want to talk about it, let's not talk about it. You're going to deal with it anyway."

That was the end of it.

When Beatrice came home, she called Luca to ask what had happened. And he found out a few things. He already knew that Elsa had hurt Cristian first. She was furious and had called Elsa's mother, Caterina Baggio.

Caterina had not expected to receive her call so quickly. As she dried her tears, she spoke cheerfully: -How are you, Beatrice? Any good news? What did Cristian say? Can my daughter Elsa come out now? Beatrice did not speak at all, and Catherine felt a little strange, -Beatrice?

After a long time, came the cold sound of Beatrice, -We have known each other for a long time, haven't we?

Catherine was a little surprised and said, -Yes, yes, yes.

-Then you must know that I hate people who lie.

Beatrice's cold voice made her very nervous. She thought Beatrice already knew the truth. She quickly explained, "It's not what you think. We have been friends for so many years, don't I know your character? I couldn't tell you a lie. It's just that what happened is so complex. I wasn't there.

I heard the information from others. If I told you wrong, it's because I was misinformed. I am very sorry for that. But Elsa is innocent. She didn't mean to hurt Cristian.... So I think...

-So you think you can shirk all responsibility?

-I...

-It is possible that over the years I have been too kind. I thought Elsa was a nice girl and I introduced her to my grandson. Now I know I was wrong. She is not good, she is very bad. -What are you saying, Beatrice? Elsa is a good girl. She has always been very good, and you....

-A girl who wanted to spray someone else's face with sulfuric acid. Do you think she's a good girl? You didn't misunderstand. I didn't want to hurt Cristian, but he wanted to hurt another girl like her. He wanted to ruin her face. To Serena.

-Now will you say more nice words for her?

-No, I won't.

Beatrice, she is my daughter. Even though she did a very bad thing I am her mother. I can't leave her like this and do nothing. Elsa has never done any harm. She has always lived with me. She has always been at the center of everyone. This time she did such a crazy thing. I think maybe it was the other girl who did something bad to her or said something bad to her. Besides it's a problem among young people, why do you want to get involved?

-That's fine. I don't care. I'm not going to meddle. Young people can solve the problem. I don't care if he goes to jail.

-Don't say that, Beatrice. I only contacted you to ask you to help me in this.

-I, I think you don't want me to solve the problem but to help your daughter. Cristian is my grandson. You are Elsa's mother and you want to protect her, I can't protect my grandson?

His tone was very serious and Caterina did not know what to say.

After a long time Caterina remembered what had happened and began to cry, "Beatrice Marchetti! You didn't say such a thing earlier in the phone call. Even if my daughter Elsa did something wrong, she was right. If Cristian already had a girlfriend, why did you introduce him to Elsa? If I had known, these things would not have happened. Elsa is a girl. It's normal for her to get angry about it. And she does bad things out of anger. She is guilty, but can't you give her a chance?

Beatrice, -...-

Suddenly she had a headache about Cristian.

If he had rejected Elsa in a normal way, these things would not have happened. But what had happened this time had been very complex.

Either Elsa had thought wrong.

Or had Cristian told her clearly?

Beatrice's head ached when she thought about it.

-Beatrice, I don't blame you. But I raised Elsa for many years. I cannot abandon her. If she really goes to prison, how can she have a normal life in the future? It is not acceptable...

Please help me. After that, I will take her to your house to apologize, okay?

Beatrice felt a little tenderhearted when Catherine said this in a kind tone. Throwing sulfuric acid was a very hateful thing to do, and it was also a premeditated crime. She would have been convicted under the law.

But it was she who had introduced her to Cristian.

With the result that she was now also responsible for it.

-I know. I will talk to Cristian about it.

-Beatrice, please. If you can help Elsa, I will do whatever you wish.

Beatrice hung up the call and remained quiet on her cell phone.

She did not need to look for Cristian. If she wanted to get Elsa out of trouble, she needed to contact the girl directly.

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