Chapter 325 Complications with Women
Of course, the person in charge wanted to talk about Anna.
After all, he had come all the way here, so it was natural to take a look and maybe leave a good impression.
But Mr. Vittorio's attitude...
He acted as if he didn't know, as if she had nothing to do with him.
Well, what did Anna's matters have to do with him?
"No, nothing. I was just wondering if you would like some coffee or snacks," the person in charge changed the subject.
Giorgio refused, "No, thank you."
Then, he stepped forward with his distinguished stride and walked inside.
The person in charge broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly caught up.
After many turns and twists, they arrived at the innermost cell.
The iron door opened, completely different from the other cells.
This cell was clean and tidy, with only a bed, a bathroom, and a table with coffee on it.
The wall in front of them was covered in floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a view of the mountains outside, a panoramic view of the small mountains.
Being inside didn't feel closed off at all; it felt secluded, like a peaceful paradise hidden deep in the mountains.
The elderly man sitting at the table had his hair white and reached shoulder-length, well-groomed, and shining silver; his face had some wrinkles, showing the marks of time, and his long white beard emphasized his kind and peaceful expression.
A man like this, if you didn't say he was a prisoner, some people would believe he was a sage.
"Uncle Joe," Giorgio carried the snacks and walked in with his long legs.
The old man looked up and pushed a cup of coffee to the seat across from him.
"Ten minutes past ten, just like every other day, not a minute early, not a second late. Your coffee."
"Uncle Joe, you're still so precise," Giorgio sat down.
The iron door was gently closed by someone, and the air instantly became quiet.
Giorgio opened the box, took out the snacks, and lifted the coffee on the table, savoring it carefully.
Everyone knew he didn't drink coffee, but no one knew that he only drank coffee brewed by Uncle Joe.
"Just as rich and sweet as always."
"You, growing up like this, still have a sweet mouth. But when you come here, only coffee can entertain you."
"And only Uncle Joe's coffee. I like it," Giorgio elegantly put down the coffee cup and glanced at the scenery outside.
"On normal days, I don't feel the vastness and beauty of the mountains and rivers outside. But here, I instantly feel how big the outside world is. Uncle Joe, you only have five more months until you can be released."
The old man had no light in his eyes, just sipping coffee.
To outsiders, five months is short, but to insiders, five days feel endless.
Whether he could live to that day was still unknown.
It's better not to mention it.
"Giorgio, I watched the video of your previous marriage. You seem much happier compared to before. Now things are good, take good care of her, cherish the people around you," she said.
Giorgio's gaze dimmed.
Uncle Joe saw the image of him and Anna.
"Uncle Joe, it's better not to talk about matters of the heart. I came to tell you some good news. Charlie can now speak normally and make friends, just like any other person," he said.
"Huh? Has his condition improved? That's wonderful news. I really want to hear the little guy call me Grandfather Joe," the old man said.
"There will be a chance. I was planning to bring him here today, but he's not in a good mood. After you leave, there will be plenty of time," Giorgio replied.
"Okay, very good. But how did he recover when the doctors said it was difficult for him to speak?" the old man curiously asked.
Giorgio's expression grew complicated. "A woman, he felt motherly love from her."
"Is that so... Well, you better remind Katherine to take good care of the child. And you, it's better not to talk about matters of the heart. Now that you're married, focus on having a good life with Katherine. Only when parents are happy can the child feel the warmth of a family. Otherwise... do you think that person will come back? Even if they do, you would still be a married man," the old man mentioned that matter courageously.
Only the old man dared to bring it up.
Giorgio's handsome face darkened momentarily, and complex and deep emotions flitted across his eyes.
"That's not true," he said.
After drinking a cup of coffee, he spoke deeply, "That woman not only had a great impact on Charlie but also... on me. It's quite complicated."
Complicated?
This was the first time the old man had seen Giorgio describe a woman using such vocabulary.
In the past, it was just two words. Get lost.
Even more terrifying, after mentioning that person, did he still have the mind to talk about this woman? Could it be that after so many years, a woman had finally entered his heart?
The old man couldn't help but become more curious. "What kind of woman can make Charlie speak and make you feel complicated? How complicated can it be? Tell me who she is."
A touch of bitterness appeared on the corner of Giorgio's mouth, and he didn't hide it. "She's Katherine's identical sister."
Sister?
The old man
was immediately choked on his coffee and patted his chest. "You fell in love with Katherine's sister?"
Giorgio glanced at him. "Uncle Joe has learned to make jokes. But it's just..."
He paused here with a complex expression.
He didn't understand his feelings for Anna, nor did he think deeply about it. He only knew that countless times, her emotions went out of control and exceeded the limit.
Unfortunately...
"Do you know, every time I face you, I feel suffocated and distressed?"
The woman's words echoed in Giorgio's ear, his handsome face blurred and cold. "It's nothing," he replied.
"You rascal! You speak in half sentences and make an old man like me curious," Uncle Joe exclaimed.
"Just trying to bring some entertainment for Uncle Joe so he doesn't get bored in prison."
"This is entertainment? Seems more like you want to drive this old cat crazy."
The two of them bantered and chatted, and before they knew it, the morning had passed.
At exactly 1:10 pm, after having lunch with the old man, Giorgio got up and said goodbye, instructing the prison guard, "Take good care of Uncle Joe."
"Of course, Mr. Vittorio," the prison guard respectfully replied. After escorting Giorgio out, he warmly tidied up the table for the old man. "Uncle Joe, if you need anything, just let me know."
The old man stroked his beard and angrily plopped down on the bed. "What do I need? That kid mentioned Katherine, left behind a big mystery, and just walked away, trying to drive me crazy."
The prison guard frowned. "Did Mr. Vittorio also mention Anna to you?"
"Indeed. Why do you know her?"
"Of course, that girl hasn't eaten or drank anything since she arrived. It's been five days already. If she doesn't eat soon, we might have to have the doctor forcefully give her nutrients. All the guards in charge of this area know her."
The old man was taken aback and sat up abruptly. "She's in here?"
"Yes, because she was convicted of murder and sentenced to ten years. Judging by her appearance, it's unclear if she'll even make it past ten years. It's really hard to comprehend, a young girl wasting away in here during her prime years. Ten years later, when she's released, everyone will have aged. It's truly difficult to understand."
The prison guard sighed with emotion and sympathy. In their line of work, they had seen many prisoners and couldn't help but feel compassion toward them.
The old man's face became complex. He never imagined that the woman who complicated Giorgio's life would be here. He pursed his lips and said, "Please go and fetch her for me. I'll try to counsel her."
"Well..." The prison guard was hesitant, but considering Uncle Joe's special status and the presence of a guard, it shouldn't pose any problems. "Alright, I'll go now."
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