Chapter 249 She Said It All
"How could this happen?"
Maggie was incredulous. She had just been diagnosed as infertile, and at the next moment, he told her about his infertility.
How could it be such a coincidence?
To make her believe, Fiorello said in a deep voice, "Maggie, I should have told you earlier; I'm sorry, I've been hiding it from you. Two months ago, during the company's health check-up, I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't find the right opportunity."
"Two months ago?" Maggie asked, half doubtful. Had he already been diagnosed before she was hospitalized?
"Yes." Fiorello's deep eyes looked at her, "Maggie, if you can't accept it, I can accept any decision you make. If you want a divorce, the house will be yours as compensation; after all, it's your right."
Before he could finish speaking, she threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly. "I won't divorce you; I don't want a divorce. You promised to stay with me until we're old and take care of me for a lifetime. You can't break that promise."
Clearly, she had thought about divorce countless times in her heart and had prepared herself mentally.
But when he brought it up, she couldn't bear it. Those thoughts of divorce were all defeated by her reluctance.
Her reaction was all within his expectations.
Fiorello looked down at Maggie in his arms, a smile hidden in his eyes.
He knew Maggie had thought about divorce and could see that she had been struggling during this time, so he came up with this method to help her open up.
Fiorello's well-defined fingers gently stroked Maggie's back, his voice rich and deep: "Are you really sure you don't want a divorce? Think carefully now. If you do want to leave, you can have the house we're living in now."
"I won't divorce." Maggie held him tightly. "Even if you give me ten houses, I still won't divorce."
Hearing this, Fiorello's smile deepened in a place where Maggie couldn't see, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Since the conversation had reached this point, Maggie didn't intend to hide anything anymore.
She pulled away from his embrace, looking at him. "Fiorello, there's something I've always wanted to tell you."
He gently brushed away her stray hair, his voice deep and magnetic. "Alright, go ahead, I'm listening."
His voice was really pleasant and deep, like a cello, clean and textured.
She had always liked his voice.
From the first day they met for a date at the cafe, her deepest impression of him was that his voice was very pleasant.
The phrase "I'm listening" was filled with deep affection, giving Maggie the courage she needed.
Maggie took a deep breath and said, "Some time ago, I also had a check-up and was diagnosed as infertile."
Upon hearing this, even though he already knew, Fiorello pretended to be surprised. "Maggie, are you joking with me? You're not saying this just to comfort me, are you?"
"I'm not joking with you; I wish it were false." Maggie said, "Just now, I thought you were saying this to comfort me."
Just now, she really had that thought. If he hadn't said he was diagnosed with infertility two months ago, she wouldn't have believed it.
Fiorello deliberately held his silence for a moment as if taken aback by the news.
Anxiously, Maggie glanced at his reaction from the corner of her eye.
After a moment, Fiorello wore an expression as if he had figured something out. He tugged at the corner of his mouth and joked, "It seems like we're really quite suitable for each other. That way, neither of us can complain about the other."
"Then." Maggie hesitated. "There's one more thing, Fiorello. Do you remember when I told you before that I lost some of my memories?"
"Yes, I remember." He already knew what she wanted to say.
Maggie finally decided to tell everything.
Hesitantly, Maggie said, "Just recently, I remembered something. Four years ago, I had a child."
As the last word was spoken, Maggie felt a lot lighter in her heart.
It turned out that it wasn't so difficult to say it out loud.
Now she felt relieved, waiting for Fiorello's response.
She no longer had to feel guilty, no longer had to be anxious every day.
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