Chapter 191 Why Are You Crying
"Basically, yes." Doctor Taylor said, "Mrs. Flores's injuries were too severe. At that time, the car fragments almost pierced Mrs. Flores's waist. If she were to have a child, it would put a serious strain on Mrs. Flores's body. In minor cases, this may lead to miscarriage; in severe instances, Mrs. Flores will be at risk of her life."
Although it was still too early to say these things, Doctor Taylor disclosed everything at this point.
"Alright, I understand." Fiorello took only a few seconds to accept this news and said, "I just hope my wife wakes up now."
As for other matters, Fiorello didn't dare to hope or ask for anything.
Fiorello took good care of Maggie, and the doctors and nurses in the hospital knew it.
Such a good man like Fiorello was really hard to come by.
Moreover, Fiorello was the CEO of the Visionary Futures Group.
In fact, Doctor Taylor admired Fiorello.
The Flores family was comprised of profoundly affectionate individuals.
When Fiorello returned to the ward, Arya cooked chicken soup and brought it over.
Although it was uncertain when Maggie would wake up, Arya still cooked some supplements frequently, hoping that when Maggie woke up, she could immediately have a sip of hot soup.
Seeing Fiorello return, Eleanor asked, "Fiorello, what did the doctor say?"
When Arya was around, Eleanor didn't call her son. Now that Maggie was in a coma, it was not the right time for Arya to hear the truth.
Arya also nervously asked, "Did Doctor Taylor say when Maggie will wake up?"
"Soon." Fiorello said half-truthfully, "Maggie's injuries are healing, and she will wake up soon."
This statement was to comfort Arya. Because of Maggie, Arya seemed to have aged ten years in this past month.
Upon hearing this, Arya felt somewhat relieved.
"That's good, that's good." Arya felt much relieved and handed the chicken soup to Fiorello. "Fiorello, you have been taking care of Maggie meticulously for this past month, and it's been hard on you. You've lost a lot of weight. Drink the chicken soup to nourish your body."
Fiorello's care for Maggie made Arya very gratified.
Fiorello devoted money and time, taking care meticulously, never leaving Maggie's side. Maggie married a good person.
"Alright, I'll drink it in a while." Fiorello said, "Arya, you both go back and rest. I'll take care of Maggie tonight."
For this past month, Fiorello has almost always stayed by her side. He would only leave the hospital during the day to shower and change clothes.
Arya reminded, "Alright, you need to rest more and take care of yourself."
William drove the two back; Fiorello finished the chicken soup, took the doll Adalia gave, stood by the bedside, and told Maggie stories from kindergarten.
"Maggie, Adalia has made many friends at school. Adalia is very adaptable. This is the Barbie doll she gave you..."
Fiorello knew Maggie wouldn't respond, but he still patiently narrated.
The night fell quickly.
Fiorello bathed Maggie's face, wiped her hands and feet, kissed her forehead, lay beside her, and, in a gentle tone, murmured, "My dear, I am a bit weary. Allow me to rest for a while, and when I awaken, I shall continue our conversation."
Maggie's facial and arm injuries, the fundamental external wounds, had healed, and she no longer required the ventilator.
Each day, Maggie lay quietly on the hospital bed, resembling a peaceful slumber.
Fiorello also continued to perceive her as merely in repose, waiting for her to awaken refreshed.
It started raining outside the window at night.
Raindrops fell on the window and the leaves.
The cold wind entered the room through the window. Fiorello felt a bit cold, but soon, his whole body warmed up, and his face felt a bit itchy as if something was caressing it.
Fiorello opened his eyes, and at that moment, his eyes also became moist, unable to express his excitement.
A gentle voice sounded in his ears.
"My dear, why are you crying?"
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