Chapter 109 Maggie's Origins
Suddenly, Isabella seemed to have found some motivation. She stopped crying and feeling discouraged.
One could say she had endless vigor. Wiping away her tears, she used the mirror in Maggie's car to touch up her makeup, once again becoming the glamorous and radiant Isabella.
There was no trace of her former image as a shrew.
"Maggie, thank you for today. Once I handle this matter, I'll treat you to coffee," Isabella said as she got out of the car, showing determination to accomplish something big.
Isabella had grown up in a privileged environment. She was treated like a princess. She couldn't accept being taken advantage of like this.
Maggie waved her hand. "I'll be waiting for that coffee."
Isabella left and Maggie drove back to the neighborhood to pick up Arya.
Maggie called Arya and ten minutes later, Arya came out of the neighborhood.
"Mom, over here," Maggie waved to Arya.
Arya saw her and walked towards the car. "Maggie, aren't you supposed to be at work? Why did you leave so early?"
"I heard you had some special local produce this morning and I couldn't resist," Maggie didn't tell Arya that she had been fired.
Arya laughed. "Alright, let's go back now. Mom will cook for you. But before we go back, let's stop by the market."
Maggie started the car and asked, "The old market?"
"Yes," Arya said. "The old market is cheaper."
The mother and daughter hadn't had a good meal together for a long time. They went to the market and bought meat and vegetables before heading back home.
Arya carried the vegetables into the kitchen and said, "Maggie, call your husband and ask him to join us for dinner."
"He's busy," Maggie said as she started cooking rice in the rice cooker. "He told me earlier that he has some social engagement and won't be coming home for dinner."
"He's too busy. How can he sustain that?" Arya said. "Bring some food back for him later, let him get something nutritious."
Maggie remembered the passion between them earlier that morning and smiled. "He should definitely get something nutritious."
Arya didn't understand what Maggie was thinking. She took out the pressure cooker and started making the stew.
While cooking and chatting, the mother and daughter ended up talking about Isabella.
Arya said, "When someone becomes wealthy, they become forgetful. Isabella married James when he was just an intern at the hospital, and now he's a department head. However, he's thoughts drifted to another woman. Poor Isabella."
"I bumped into Isabella at the entrance of the neighborhood just now. She was in good spirits. Mom, don't worry, Isabella won't suffer," Maggie said.
"Eight years of youth, isn't that suffering enough?" Arya said. "How many eight years can a woman have?"
Maggie couldn't argue with that.
Yes, Isabella dedicated the best years of her life to her marriage.
Maggie looked at Arya, the sunset shining through the window, casting a gentle halo on her mother.
She also noticed that her mother had a few strands of white hair and some wrinkles around her eyes...
"Mom, didn't you also spend the best years of your life on me? Why didn't you give me away back then? That way, you wouldn't have to work so hard and could find someone to rely on and have a happy family. Have you never thought about finding another companion?"
Arya had been a single mom for over twenty years, and her daughter was everything to her.
Arya paused in her actions and turned her head to look at Maggie, with a kind smile. "Having you in my life is the life that I want. I brought you into this world, so I have to take responsibility for you."
"Mama." Maggie was deeply moved and hugged Arya, hesitatingly asking, "Mom, are you still waiting for Dad to come back? Why did Dad abandon us back then? Where did he go?"
Ever since Maggie could remember, she had been called a wild child by others. She had asked Arya where her father had gone.
Seeing Arya's eyes turn red and she was unable to speak because of her choked up voice, Maggie never brought it up again.
For so many years, this was only the second time she had asked about her father.
Maggie had no memory of her father. She didn't know what he was called or what he looked like. There wasn't even a photo of him in the house.
Arya couldn't answer. She nervously wiped her hands, forcing a smile and said, "He didn't abandon us. He had his reasons, Maggie, don't blame your father."
"What reasons could make him leave his wife and daughter for over twenty years?"
Arya didn't know how to answer. Just then, the doorbell rang, giving Arya an excuse to avoid the question. "I'll go answer the door, you keep an eye on the pot."
Arya quickly walked out of the kitchen to answer the door.
Standing at the door was Dulcinea. She had come from the hospital and urgently said to Arya, "Auntie, Samwise knows about Maggie's situation. I'm afraid we can't keep it a secret anymore..."
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