Incendio Fanta still has the nerve to ask Amara Montellano.
“Lupita, I know you hate Amara, but at the end of the day she is now part of La familia Fanta, and she is a temperamental and capricious person, and if she rushed you it was her fault, but …”
Mrs. Vasconcellos scoffed before Incendio Fanta could finish her sentence, “Why don’t you think about why I hate her so much? I sent Andreo to find Dulcinia, but Amara Montellano had the nerve to send someone to Florence to kill Dulcinia, your own daughter?”.
“What do you mean Amara sent someone to kill Dulcinia?”
Lupita Vasconcellos, long disillusioned with Incendio Fanta, smiled hatefully but chillingly: “Amara Montellano is your La familia Fanta, wasn’t I, Lupita Vasconcellos, once the legitimate daughter-in-law of your La familia Fanta? Incendio Fanta, you and Amara Montellano, how can you be so mean? I was so blinded by butter that I married a man like you.”
Andreo Fanta had ice under his eyes and didn’t want to talk to Incendio Fanta at all, “Cidro Borja, fire him!”
“Yes, Mr. Andreo.”
Cidro Borja made a “please” gesture to Incendio Fanta: “Mr. Incendio Fanta, please”.
Incendio Fanta’s brow furrowed as he looked at his son who was cold and indifferent towards him and said, “Andreo…”
Andreo Fanta was about to say something when he was interrupted: “I have forgiven Amara Montellano, it was her own fault that she ran to the gun”.
“But she is, after all…”
Andreo Fanta’s dark eyes were sharp as he stared at Incendio Fanta, and said, word for word: “She’s your wife, but she has nothing to do with me, with The Vasconcellos Family, and Mr. Incendio Fanta, I think I made it clear once that the relationship between us, father and son, is over.”
“Andreo, I…”
“Cidro Borja, send the guest!”
…
When Incendio Fanta had left, Adán Rouco’s dark eyes looked soberly at Estrella Berrocal.
Estrella Berrocal is annoyed by his gaze: “Why are you looking at me like that, do I have a dirty face?
“Why didn’t you tell me about your near murder in Florence?”
Estrella Berrocal’s heart skipped a beat and she said with a quick smile, “Wasn’t it almost that? But I’m all right now, aren’t I?
Adán Rouco hit her in the head so hard that Estrella Berrocal groaned in pain.
“And you know what almost, how dare you run away from home without permission in the future?”
Estrella Berrocal rubbed her forehead and cooed, “No, don’t keep giving me a hard time, and in front of all these people, I also have to save face…”
The more the words were spoken, the lower the voice became.
“That’s how you learn to remember.”
Ciri Garzón looked at them, in a momentary trance, and suddenly remembered that seven years ago, she and Andreo Fanta had gotten along so well, but now … she had become condescending in front of Andreo Fanta, and Andreo Fanta had become, by that deficit, Neither of them is the same as they remembered at the beginning.
Eyes, falling.
Andreo Fanta also noticed Ciri Garzón’s change of mood and tried to distract Ciri Garzón by telling Adán Rouco: “Amara Montellano has moved to Florence, but at the end of the day she hasn’t hurt Dulcinia, so you don’t have to worry. ”
Estrella Berrocal agreed: “Yes, I was scared, but my older brother arrived just in time and it was a scare”.
Ciri Garzón suddenly spoke up and said, “Tía, I have an interview this afternoon, see you some other time”.
“Ciri’s leaving now, huh? I was thinking you could stay with your aunt a little longer.”
Ciri Garzon smiled slightly and said, “See you next time, Auntie, I’m back in King City now and can visit you more often in the future.”
Mrs. Vasconcellos told him, “Then keep your word and don’t let too much time pass without seeing you in person.”
“Good.”
Mrs. Vasconcellos winked at Andreo Fanta and said, “Andreo, fire Ciri. ”
Ciri Garzón was quick to decline: “No need, Aunt, my interview is not far from here”.
“It’s not safe for you to go to any company interview being a girl, do you want Andreo to go with you? There are a lot of traps in many small companies nowadays, you are still young and can be fooled easily, why don’t you go to work for Andreo’s company?” suggested Mrs. Vasconcellos.
“Auntie, I…”
Ciri Garzón was in a difficult situation when Andreo Fanta took the floor and said: “Mom, don’t give Ciri a hard time, Ciri, let’s go, I will accompany you”.
Ciri Garzón picked up her purse: “Then, Aunt, I’m leaving”.
“Well, go ahead.”
Ciri Garzón breathed a sigh of relief when she managed to escape from the room.
Andreo Fanta’s dark eyes looked at her with some amusement, “Does my mother’s insistence on marriage weigh so heavily on you?”
How reluctant is she to marry him?
“I will feel guilty for the rest of my life for marrying you.”
Half joking, half serious.
Andreo Fanta’s gaze, cold and profoundly cold.
As she walked to the hospital entrance, Ciri Garzón said, “It’s okay, you can leave it here, I’m leaving. I’ll see my aunt in a few days.”
Ciri Garzón did not even look at him and turned her head to leave, but Andreo Fanta grabbed her back and threw herself into his arms.
The man’s large hands, pressed against her head, tightened against her chest.
“Is this how you say goodbye to me?”
“… It’s not like I’m going overseas, so I’m going to see you again tonight….”
Ciri Garzón’s eyes rolled back in her head when she saw how Andreo Fanta was on edge after this trip back to Ciudad del Rey.
Andreo Fanta kissed his forehead, his dark eyes full of tenderness, and said in a muffled voice, “I get nervous every time I part from you.”
— for fear that after each farewell, there will be no reunion.
Ciri Garzón’s heart skipped a beat and her face got a little hot as she pulled him aside, “Yo, I’m late for my interview, so I’ll go first!”.
Andreo Fanta didn’t let go and took some money out of his money clip and put it in his hand, “I know you don’t want to have lunch with me, remember to have lunch alone.”
Ciri Garzón looked at the mao in his hand and squeezed his little hand.
She is not made of stone, and every time Andreo Fanta is nice to her, she softens up a bit.
Ciri Garzón bit her lip and raised her hand, suddenly pulling Andreo Fanta by the collar of his shirt and pulling his head down, her lips kissing his thin lips extremely quickly.
Before Andreo Fanta could return the kiss, Ciri Garzón had already turned around and ran away.
Consider it as an interest on the RMB you gave him.
Thinking like this makes Ciri Garzón feel much better.
Perhaps, with Andreo Fanta going all kidney and no heart, he would have fared much better.
Andreo Fanta stood at the entrance of the hospital, looking at the girl’s back, her tightly knit forehead, finally relaxing a little.
Any way he could, he would get Ciri to forgive him a little, to accept him, to acknowledge him.
Although this road, perhaps, has no end.
He has to pay for the mistakes he has made, for the mistakes he has made.
…
Andreo Fanta and Adán Rouco went directly to the darkroom.
Amara Montellano was restrained hand and foot on a chair and had a black tape over her mouth. As soon as Andreo Fanta ripped off the tape, Amara Montellano spat at Andreo Fanta.
“Andreo Fanta! My husband and son will call the police if you don’t let me out!”
Andreo Fanta looked at the messy mouthful of spittle on the back of his hand and wiped it carefully and vigorously with his handkerchief, his brow furrowed deeply. “That precious son of yours is out eating, drinking and gambling and wouldn’t give a damn?”.