Chapter 212 Maggie Made a Decision
For Maggie, the doctor's words were like a bolt from the blue.
Maggie had indeed given birth to a child.
Maggie remembered that over the years, whenever she fell ill and went to the hospital, whether with a cold or something else, Arya or Dulce would always accompany her.
Maggie remembered the last check-up when the doctor asked if Maggie had ever given birth; Dulce was quick to answer on Maggie's behalf.
At that moment, everything became clear to Maggie.
She understood what important thing she had forgotten.
It turned out Maggie had forgotten about her daughter.
Maggie felt very sad in her heart, and tears suddenly fell, startling the doctor.
"What's wrong with you? Are you facing any issues? Tell me, are you in a hurry to have a child? Although your uterus is in an abnormal position and it's difficult to conceive, with medical advancements now, it's not entirely certain that you can't have a child."
The doctor's words undoubtedly struck Maggie once again.
"Doctor, are you saying it's very difficult for me to conceive again?"
The doctor, somewhat compassionately, said, "From the scans, your uterus is different from a normal person's; the last time you were able to conceive was somewhat lucky, and with the injury to your waist back then, it was quite severe, I also don't recommend you to have a child, as it could be very risky."
Apart from fertility, Maggie's body was healthy.
But to have a child was indeed quite challenging.
Maggie didn't know how she walked out of the hospital, the doctor's words lingering in her ears, haunting her.
Maggie had a premonition that delving into the truth would be cruel and unbearable; even though she was mentally prepared, she still couldn't bear it.
Maggie sat weakly on the flower bed on the sidewalk, watching the people coming and going, tightly clutching the hospital's examination report, silently shedding tears.
Maggie didn't know how to explain it to Fiorello; she couldn't even remember who she had a child with.
She also didn't know what to do next.
Fiorello had always wanted a child, but Maggie was finding it increasingly difficult to conceive.
Maggie didn't know what she had done wrong or why God played such a joke on her.
Fiorello's call came again.
After a long time, Maggie finally answered the phone. "Hello, I'm on my way."
Maggie tried to sound calm in her tone, hiding her emotions.
After hanging up, Maggie couldn't help but cry again, composing herself before going home to pack clothes for Arya.
Maggie threw the hospital report in the trash, and even at the hospital, she tried not to let Fiorello see her inner turmoil.
While Maggie went to pack clothes, Dulce came to the hospital to take care of Arya and watched the two of them. Maggie recalled so many years of hidden truths, thinking of the daughter Arya had sent away, to whom she had given birth but had never seen.
Maggie really wanted to ask where Arya had sent the daughter, why she did it, why she kept it from her.
But Maggie couldn't ask, at least not now.
"Maggie, what's wrong?" Fiorello noticed Maggie's distraction and was concerned. "Are you tired? Then you can go back and rest. I'll hire a caregiver to look after Arya."
Arya also noticed Maggie's pale face and said, "Maggie, you've just been discharged. You shouldn't tire yourself out; you should go home and rest."
In the past, Maggie would have definitely stayed to take care of Arya, but now, her mind was in turmoil, her emotions unstable, and she was afraid she couldn't control herself, so she said, "Okay, Mom, you take care of yourself. I'll go home first."
Maggie's quick agreement surprised Arya, who thought about Maggie's poor complexion and the major surgery she had just undergone and didn't think much of it.
Arya smiled and said, "Fiorello, take Maggie home to rest."
Dulce said, "You two go ahead; I'll stay here with Arya."
Fiorello took Maggie's hand and noticed that it was very cold.
"Arya, let's go home first." Fiorello arranged for a caregiver before taking Maggie home.
Back at home, Maggie entered the bedroom in a daze, quietly slipping under the covers and wrapping herself tightly in the blanket.
Naturally, Fiorello could see that Maggie was troubled. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he asked gently, "What's on your mind? Tell me. Maybe I can help you share your worries."
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