Chapter 246 Time to Tell the Truth
Since parting ways with Laura, Maggie had been feeling a bit uneasy, as if something was about to happen.
Maggie took Adalia in a taxi back to Cityhomes West, where she saw Alan at the entrance.
Alan's young son started crying, so he stopped to get a toy from the stroller to soothe him, accidentally spilling the vegetables and fruits from the stroller onto the ground.
Juggling between consoling his son and picking up the scattered tomatoes, Alan's phone started ringing.
Alan was overwhelmed, looking somewhat disheveled and frantic.
Adalia left Maggie's side and ran over to help pick up the tomatoes.
Seeing Adalia, Alan was surprised and also deeply relieved, feeling guilty for Adalia's kind behavior.
Maggie also went over to help gather the vegetables from the ground and put them back in the stroller.
Alan, feeling ashamed, said, "Thank you. I never thought taking care of a child would be so troublesome. I used to think it was easy."
Alan was rarely at home and had never really taken care of a child before. With Susan detained, he had to take care of his son at home, leading to a chaotic situation.
Maggie noticed that the child was wearing his clothes inside out, and his socks were mismatched.
The young boy stopped crying when he saw Adalia, who usually stayed at home with Tommy and naturally bonded with him.
Maggie remarked, "Taking care of a child is indeed not easy."
Looking at Adalia, Alan couldn't help but notice how well-dressed and lovely she was, living with Maggie like a beautiful little princess.
Alan sighed, "Adalia is better off with you than with us."
He felt ashamed.
Alan advised Adalia, "Study well, behave in the new home, don't be naughty."
Adalia obediently nodded. "Okay."
Maggie led Adalia away, saying, "Adalia, say goodbye to Uncle Wright."
Alan was no longer Adalia's guardian, so she didn't need to call him 'dad' anymore.
Adalia waved to Alan. "Goodbye, Uncle Wright."
Hearing 'Uncle Wright,' Alan felt a pang in his heart, but he had no right to say anything.
When Adalia called him 'dad,' he also didn't take up the responsibilities of a father.
Maggie led Adalia towards Unit Three.
Alan's eyes, clouded with emotion, watched Adalia's departing figure, filled with reluctance and guilt, calling out, "Behave yourself. Don’t being naughty."
Adalia glanced back at Alan, and he waved, signaling her to follow Maggie quickly.
After Adalia's figure disappeared around the corner, Alan sat on the nearby flowerbed, holding his young son, murmuring to himself, "I am not as lucky to have such a lovely daughter. Living with Maggie would be a better life for Adalia."
Maggie and Adalia returned home, and Arya came out leaning on a cane, saying, "You're back."
"Grandma Arya." Adalia took out a piece of candy from her pocket. "Here, for you to enjoy."
Arya was delighted, saying, "Adalia brought me a gift too."
Maggie changed her shoes at the entrance and walked in, saying, "Adalia talks about you a lot. Whenever she sees something delicious, she always says she'll bring some back for her grandma."
"Really." Arya couldn't stop smiling. "This child is really thoughtful."
Maggie said, "Adalia, play with Arya for a while. I'll cook. Fiorello will be off work soon."
"Okay," Adalia said, taking Arya's hand and taking out her Barbie doll. "Grandma Arya, shall we dress the doll together?"
"Okay." Arya had also accepted Adalia in her heart; this child was truly lovable.
It was already like this; saying anything wouldn't change it. She might as well consider Adalia as her granddaughter.
Seeing Adalia and Arya getting along so harmoniously, Maggie felt very content. She glanced at the sunshine outside, streaming in and illuminating the plants on the balcony. everything was so beautiful.
If Adalia were her and Fiorello's biological daughter, and that incident hadn't occurred, their current married life with Fiorello would be the happiest.
Maggie stayed at home, taking care of the children and her mother, while Fiorello worked outside. Surrounded by their loved ones, these were the days they truly desired.
This warm life made Maggie reluctant to let go.
She turned to the kitchen to prepare dinner, sending Fiorello a message. Maggie: [What time will you be off work today? Will you come back for dinner?]
The more beautiful the days, the more Maggie realized she had to find a chance to tell Fiorello the truth, or else the harm to him would only grow.
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