Chapter 285 Envy
Maggie smiled at Fiorello and modestly said, "He only knows a little bit. You guys start eating; I'll go next door to see if Adalia is up. We still need to get to school later."
As Maggie was getting up, Fiorello said, "I'll go. You guys start eating."
He felt awkward sitting and eating with Isabella while Maggie wasn't around.
Maggie didn't think much of it and said, "Then take Adalia's clothes with you. Dress her up and bring her over so she doesn't catch a cold."
"Okay," Fiorello said, going to Adalia's room to get her clothes and went to Eleanor's next door.
Seeing how Maggie directed Fiorello and how he did everything so methodically, Isabella felt envious once again. "Fiorello listens to you so well. He even knows where the kid's clothes are. I've been with James for so many years, and he still expects me to find his clothes and socks. If I'm not home, he just yells for his mom."
Noticing Isabella mentioning James again, Maggie asked, "You still can't let go?"
"No," Isabella said self-deprecatingly. "Compared to you, I realize how miserable my marriage has been these eight years. I heard my aunt say you met on a dating site?"
"Yes," Maggie said, "During that time, my mom signed me up on a dating website. I went on one date after another. On the tenth date, I met Fiorello, and we got a marriage certificate that same day."
Recalling the day they got their marriage certificate, Maggie felt like it was just yesterday.
Time flew by, and they had been married for several months now, going from polite strangers to being deeply in love.
Isabella's eyes were filled with envy. "That's wonderful."
"By the way, about you and James, I thought of a way. You could start with James's work. Over the years, he probably has illegal income. Isabella, can you find any evidence of James's misconduct? The rest is up to you."
Maggie didn't directly say it was Fiorello's idea because if things didn't work out, she worried Isabella might blame Fiorello.
Even close relatives shouldn't get involved.
If you helped correctly, everyone was happy. But if there was even a slight mistake, it could lead to resentment.
That was why Maggie hadn't gotten involved before.
"Okay, thanks," Isabella said. "I'll give it a try."
As they talked, Fiorello returned with Adalia dressed in her clothes. Adalia snuggled in Fiorello's arms and greeted happily, "Mom."
"You little lazybones, the sun is almost up," Maggie said, playfully pinching Adalia's nose. The scene of the family of three was very heartwarming.
"I'll do your hair and let your dad eat," Maggie said, taking Adalia from Fiorello's arms.
Adalia said, "I like it when Mommy does my hair. Daddy's is ugly."
Fiorello dotingly said, "You think my hairdos are ugly? These hands are only for holding your mom. I won't hold you anymore."
Adalia stuck out her tongue and said, "No, I want Daddy to hold me. Mommy isn't strong enough."
This child knew how to care for Maggie.
Having been raised by the two of them, Adalia had become more lively and spirited, and she talked a lot.
Maggie laughed. "It's worth spoiling you. Remember to ask your dad for help with heavy lifting, okay?"
Adalia nodded with a smile. "Okay."
With Adalia on the sofa in the living room, Maggie combed her hair. Fiorello sat down to eat breakfast, and the interaction between the family of three was uninterrupted. If Isabella wanted to join in the conversation, she couldn't get a word in and silently ate her meal.
Maggie asked, "Fiorello, why didn't you invite Eleanor to join us for breakfast?"
"She is still sleeping," Fiorello said, "Don't worry about her. For her, eating isn't important; getting enough sleep is. She always says a woman's beauty comes from sleep."
Since Fiorello said so, Maggie didn't disturb Eleanor.
After breakfast, Isabella sensibly went back home. Maggie and Fiorello took Adalia to school, and Adalia enjoyed the happiness of having both parents take her to school.
On the way to school, Adalia happily sang, "Daddy and Mommy go to work, I go to kindergarten."
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