Chapter 150 He Needs to Cool Down
Having dealt with Samwise, Fiorello sat expressionless on the genuine leather sofa, his expression unreadable. The cigarette held loosely between his fingertips had gradually burned down to a stub, the heat seeping into his skin. It was only when the pain became noticeable that he finally extinguished the smoldering remains in the nearby ashtray.Fiorello's gaze fell once more on the records spread out before him - the prenatal check-ups of Maggie from years past. Each month, and Maggie had diligently attended her appointments, culminating in the birth of a baby girl in the month of July, four years ago. The whereabouts of this child was something Arya was undoubtedly privy to.A sense of unease began to creep into Fiorello's thoughts. The sudden revelation of Maggie having a child was not something he could easily dismiss. He had always known that Maggie was not a virgin, but the reality of her having borne a child hit him like a thunderbolt.Fiorello found himself reflecting on past conversations with Maggie. She had confided in him about her battle with severe depression and the subsequent loss of certain memories. It seemed plausible that the birth of her child was somehow linked to this dark period in her life.Maggie's past was a mystery to Fiorello. The cold, clinical words on the records only revealed a fraction of the truth. One thing he was certain of, however, was that Maggie had no recollection of her pregnancy or childbirth. Given her nature, she would never have neglected her own child. The love and care she showered on Adalia, a stranger with no blood ties, was testament to this. Despite the pressures of life, she had expressed a desire to adopt Adalia. It was inconceivable that she would disregard her own flesh and blood. Fiorello was convinced that Maggie had not deceived him, but he was certain that Arya and Dulcinea were aware of the truth.Fiorello's mind drifted back to a time when he had accompanied Maggie to a medical check-up. Dulcinea had arrived in haste, insisting on accompanying Maggie and employing every tactic to make him leave. It was clear that Dulcinea was anxious about him discovering Maggie's secret.The office door swung open, breaking Fiorello's train of thought. Holden strolled in, fresh from his return to Cyberland. He had come to the company specifically to vent his frustrations to Fiorello."Fiorello, I'm exhausted. Don't send me to such remote places next time," he complained, launching into a tirade about the desolate area and the lack of attractive women. Fiorello remained silent throughout, his mind preoccupied."Fiorello, what's wrong with you?" Holden noticed Fiorello's distracted state and waved his hand in front of his eyes. "You look like you're in a daze. What's wrong? Did you have a fight with Maggie?"Fiorello rose from his seat. "You've come back at just the right time. I have dinner plans with Mr. Holmes tonight, so you'll go in my place."Holden immediately protested, "Fiorello, I just got back. Let me catch my breath.""I'm testing your abilities. Dinner is at 7 p.m., and you must be on time," Fiorello replied, gathering the documents on the table and his phone before making his exit.As the sky began to darken, Fiorello found himself driving aimlessly through the city streets. His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Seeing Maggie's name on the caller ID, he frowned.He could accept that Maggie was not a virgin, and he could accept that she had given birth, but the thought of her having someone else in her heart was something he struggled with. Who was this man who had led Maggie to drop out of school, bear a child out of wedlock, and ultimately sacrifice her future?Fiorello was filled with anxiety. He didn't dare ask who this man might be. Maggie had mentioned that her lost memories could affect their marriage, which only served to heighten his fear. If Maggie remembered, would she leave him to find that man?He chose not to answer Maggie's call. Instead, he pressed down on the accelerator, steering the car towards the mountaintop on the outskirts of the city. He needed a place to clear his head.Back at home, Maggie stared at her unanswered call, a knot of worry forming in her stomach. "Maggie, did you get through on the phone? When will Fiorello be back for dinner?" Arya emerged from the kitchen, breaking the silence.After work, concerned about Adalia, Maggie had decided to take a taxi home instead of waiting for Fiorello. She pocketed her phone and said, "He's probably still busy. Let's eat first.""Adalia, are you hungry? Let's eat," Maggie said, taking Adalia's hand and leading her towards the dining table. "Mom, I haven't had your cooking in a long time. Why don't you move in? Then Fiorello and I can have your dinner every day after work."Arya laughed. "Do you want me to be your maid? I'm not doing it."
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