Chapter 454 Sorrow Was Mutual
In the hospital, Maggie came to again; it was already the crack of dawn.
She blinked her eyes open and saw Fiorello slumped on the couch, head down, and felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Maggie licked her dry lips, and the thought of losing the baby hit her like a truck, making silent tears roll down her cheeks.
She didn't say a word, just stared blankly at the wall, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, across her nose, from one eye to the other, and finally soaking into the pillow.
The pillow was already drenched.
Fiorello noticed Maggie was awake and jumped up, his voice all raspy. "Maggie, you feeling okay? Hungry? Thirsty?"
Fiorello hadn't caught a wink of sleep for a whole day and night. He'd been to Crystal Peaks to handle some stuff and hadn't slept at all, his eyes bloodshot and looking like a wreck.
Maggie moved her eyes, looking at him, but didn't feel like talking.
Fiorello reached out to wipe her tears, his own eyes getting misty again. He kissed the back of Maggie's hand and whispered, "Maggie, this will pass."
Maggie gave a bitter smile. "The baby was in my belly for five months. I felt him moving inside me. He was real; it can't just pass."
The room was dead silent.
The night was freezing, and Fiorello had no words. Their pain was shared, and no words could fix it.
Maggie sniffled, but the tears kept coming. She asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you find out who wanted to hurt our baby?"
Fiorello couldn't bring himself to say it was Kimberly. He avoided Maggie's eyes and said, "The doc said you need to rest. Sleep a bit more; I'll stay with you."
Seeing him dodge the question, Maggie grabbed his arm, staring at him blankly, and pressed, "Who hurt our baby? This wasn't an accident, was it?"
Her voice got louder, her tone more intense, demanding an answer.
Fiorello knew he couldn't keep it from Maggie forever.
He looked at her deeply, his lips tightly pressed together.
She locked her eyes on his, her heart sinking with his deep gaze.
Maggie shook his hand, almost pleading. "Fiorello, tell me, who was it?"
He looked at her for a long time before finally saying one word. "Grandma."
Maggie was stunned, her expression frozen. For a moment, she thought she misheard.
How ridiculous.
She laughed, more and more hysterically. Suddenly, she got why this tragedy happened.
"People's prejudices are like an unmovable mountain. No matter what I do or don't do, I can't get recognition. Even worse, it cost my child's life. How ridiculous. I tried so hard to protect this child, but your grandma killed him, Fiorello. It was your grandma who killed our baby." Maggie's emotions grew more and more agitated, her tone filled with despair and sorrow.
Fiorello held Maggie in his arms. "It's my fault. I'm sorry, Maggie. It's all my fault."
"Ah!" Maggie pounded on Fiorello with her fists, crying out in pain. Her whole body ached, despair seeping into every part of her. "Fiorello, it hurts so much. My heart hurts so much. I want my baby back."
At that moment, she desperately hoped for a miracle. For the sake of her child, she was willing to believe in the existence of hell, angels, demons, and all miracles. She could storm into hell to bring her child back.
The two of them cried in each other's arms, and this door of sorrow seemed impossible to cross.
Maggie finally cried herself to exhaustion and fell asleep again.
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