Chapter 228 Adalia Slept on the Floor
Maggie used to be full of expectations for their marriage.
She even planned to have two children with Fiorello, a boy and a girl, who would live happily together as a family.
The children went to school and work, and on weekends, they took the children out for outings, had a meal, and then went for a walk in the park as a family.
She liked this quiet life and the children's studies, so she let Fiorello tutor them. She was afraid that her bad temper would affect her relationship with the children, so she left such matters to the children's father.
The son would learn taekwondo, and the daughter would learn to dance and draw.
Maggie had already planned the family's life until the children went to college. The diagnosis of infertility, along with the events of five years ago, shattered all these plans.
"Maggie, you can tell me anything that's on your mind."
Fiorello's voice pulled Maggie back from her thoughts.
She forced a smile and said, "There are indeed some things I just haven't figured out how to tell you yet. Give me a little more time."
Maggie also used this as a means to prepare Fiorello psychologically and to give herself some time.
Fiorello had already vaguely sensed what Maggie wanted to say. Some things required Maggie to heal and come out on her own.
"Okay." Fiorello smiled brightly. "I'll wait, but I hope you can dispel some negative thoughts because I've long been prepared to be with you until we're old."
Maggie might have other ideas, but she shouldn't entertain thoughts of divorce or separation.
At his words, Maggie's nose tingled with sourness, almost losing control of her emotions.
She quickly lowered her head, not wanting Fiorello to notice the moisture in the corners of her eyes.
To take care of her emotions and pride, Fiorello deliberately turned away.
Maggie also took advantage of Fiorello’s turning away to wipe away the tears in the corners of her eyes.
After they finished eating, Fiorello held her hand as they walked back, taking a stroll together, instead of driving, since they were not far from home.
As they chatted along the way, Maggie subconsciously looked up when they passed Building Six in the neighborhood.
"Is Adalia asleep?"
The light in 802 was off; it was already past nine o'clock at night, and she should be asleep.
Maggie quickly thought of Adalia, the daughter she had never met.
If her daughter were by her side, she would be about the same age as Adalia.
Fiorello said, "If you want to see Adalia, you can go to the school to see her tomorrow."
Maggie asked, "Does Adalia go to school by herself every day?"
"Yes."
Fiorello had long anticipated that Susan wouldn't pick up Adalia every day, so he found a kindergarten so close. They would leave the neighborhood at the entrance, cross the road, and arrive.
Adalia, who was also this old, was able to cross the road by herself. If it were after school, the teacher would accompany Adalia across the road, watching her enter the neighborhood before feeling at ease about going back.
Maggie asked, "Do you think Adalia was adopted?"
Susan and Alan were adamant that they were biological parents.
Fiorello said, "I checked. These two adopted Adalia from Sunshine Road Hope Haven Orphanage two years ago." Adalia's biological parents passed away in a car accident, leaving no one to care for her. The community sent Adalia to the orphanage, and Alan and his wife, an infertile couple, later adopted her. Shortly after adopting Adalia, the couple had their own child."
"If Adalia's biological parents were still alive, they would surely be heartbroken to see the bruises on her." Maggie still felt uneasy thinking about the bruises on Adalia.
If the couple hadn't had their own child, perhaps Adalia's life would have been better.
Having their own child made it impossible to treat Adalia as if she were their own.
"It's late. Let's go home and rest."
Fiorello held Maggie's hand tightly as they walked towards Unit 3.
Just as the two were leaving, in Room 802 of Building 6, Adalia, who was sleeping on the tiled floor by the door, woke up feeling cold.
She curled up, looking at the dark night, feeling a bit scared.
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