Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 837: She was mentally disturbed.

A guilty conscience?

The smile on Tancredi's face was slow for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, he stopped a passing waitress and asked her coldly: -I ask you, where did the young lady go all day?

After the maid was stopped, she looked a little confused. She thought about it and shook her head: -Mr. Tancredi, I don't know where the lady went today. All I know is that she was dressed very well when she left and was in good spirits. She was the same when she came back.

It didn't seem strange at all.

But if nothing was wrong, why did she feel guilty when she saw him? After saying a few words, did she rush back into the room?

There should be something wrong, Tancredi's face became serious, he nodded to the person in front of him, and the waitress left.

Tancredi stayed there for a while and then went upstairs.

Magdalene sat in front of the dressing table mirror to remove her makeup, preparing to go for a bath, but when she heard someone knocking at the door, she said impatiently, "Who is it? -Maddalena, it's me.

Tancredi's voice rang out from the door, and Magdalene's expression immediately changed, "Tancredi? Why have you come at this hour?

-Is it convenient for me to enter?

-No, no!" cried Magdalene in panic, then nervously grabbed a comb and shook her head vigorously.

She could not let her Tancredi in. If he had known she had gone to look for Cristian, he would surely have scolded her again.

He had planned many things: what would happen with Tancredi's intervention?

Tancredi, standing outside the door, frowned even more when he heard the tension and confusion in her words.

It seemed that his guess was correct, his thin lips tightened tightly, his gaze gradually became colder.

Why was his sister always so disobedient, what magical power did Cristian have to charm her like that? Tancredi scoffed, "Why don't you let me in, do you have a guilty conscience? Magdalene said, "I'm going to take a bath.

A second later, Tancredi kicked open the door. The sudden movement made Magdalena get up from her chair and stare at him in amazement.

-Tancredi...

Tancredi looked at her. She had taken off half her makeup and was not ready for the shower. Seeing him enter, Magdalena panicked.

-What are you doing with this panic?

-Tancredi stared at her and walked toward her slowly, "Aren't you going to take a bath? What's the matter with you? Haven't you taken off your makeup yet? Do you need me to help you? -Don't come here! -Maddalena suddenly threw the comb in her hand toward Tancredi!

The comb was such a beautiful and exquisite girl's comb, with many sparkling diamonds on it. Although it was not heavy enough to kill someone, it could still cause a lot of pain when it hit the body. With a bang, the comb struck Tancredi's face.

Tancredi snorted in pain, his handsome face was expressionless, but those fox eyes that usually smiled had a hint of disappointment in them at that moment, he raised his hand to cover himself, looking at Magdalene with a wry smile.

-Am I that terrible? I can't talk to you?

The bitter smile on his face made Magdalene a little uncomfortable, but when she thought of him entering the room to stop her, her eyes immediately turned red, she grabbed something else from the dresser, anything.

-I don't want to talk to you, go away!

Tancredi's gaze became colder, -Maddalena, I am your Tancredi and we are brothers. I cannot let you do things that hurt people.

-No! I didn't hurt anyone, I just fell in love with someone, how is that my fault?

Tancredi, you are my Tancredi. Support me, please. I beg you. I only like him, I don't want to hurt anyone else.

Tancredi shook his head helplessly, looking into her eyes filled with disappointment.

-You don't hurt anyone else? You approached him by taking advantage of his amnesia. He didn't want to commit to you, but you still forced him to be with you. Doesn't that hurt you? What? Magdalena, feelings of love are not possessions, even if one day you really get them, you will not be happy at all.

Magdalene shook her head and muttered like a madwoman: -No, as long as I stay with him, I will be happy.

Tancredi, you don't care about me anymore. No matter what I do in the future, I will be responsible for it. No matter what the end is, I will not regret it.

He did not know whether it was a delusion of Tancredi's; he had always felt that his sister's behavior now seemed to be a mental disorder, and he frowned deeply.

What was happening to this girl?

Was it because he wanted to get it so badly, so he had a mental problem?

Tancredi thought about whether he should take her to a psychologist.

Thinking about this, he quickly made a decision, "I cannot see you behaving like this.

Tomorrow I will take you to a psychologist.

Psychologist?

Hearing this word, Magdalene gradually opened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

-Tancredi, do you think I have a mental problem?

-Look in the mirror to see how you are now, how are you different from a mental disorder? -Tancredi said.

Magdalene obediently turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were enlarged, her makeup was half removed, and her eyes were full of red blood. She held the makeup remover tightly in her hand and looked like a madwoman.

She was so frightened that she dropped the bottle in her hand and took a step back.

-Have you seen? Are you also afraid, as you are?

Magdalena, while you still don't let everyone know about this, stop moving forward. Don't use your dignity and self-love to let others humiliate you. Now, can't you replace an excellent man in such a big world? However, whatever Tancredi said afterward, Magdalena never responded to him again.

When she wanted to approach, Magdalene said in a low voice, "Tancredi, go outside, I want to be alone.

-Maddalena," said Tancredi.

-If you don't go outside, I will die before you.

He grabbed a fragment and held it close to his white neck, looking at Tancredi weakly.

Tancredi was speechless.

-Out!

-Ok, don't be impulsive, I'm going out now, don't be silly, Magdalena," said Tancredi.

After speaking, he looked at her deeply, then turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Tancredi stood in the doorway, patted the sweat from his forehead and looked again at the closed door.

When had her sister become like this? If only before he had suspected that she had a minor disorder, now Tancredi was almost certain that his sister really did have a mental problem. What is he supposed to do next?