Chapter 455 Hate Everyone in the Flores Family
Fiorello, who hadn't caught a wink in like forever, finally crashed for a bit. When he woke up, the sun was already up.
The hospital bed? Empty.
Maggie? Gone.
Fiorello freaked out and bolted out of the room, yelling, "Maggie, Maggie!"
She'd just had a miscarriage, and he was losing it over her health.
After bugging a bunch of nurses, Fiorello finally found Maggie in the neonatal unit.
There she was, in her hospital gown, looking all frail in front of the glass window, staring at the babies in the nursery.
All those newborns, each one cuter than the last.
Maggie had her hands on the glass, tears streaming down as she watched the babies. She wished so bad her own baby was in there.
"Maggie," Fiorello called out.
He knew exactly what was going through her mind. He walked over and grabbed her hand. "Why'd you come out here? It's freezing. Let's get you back to the room."
Maggie yanked her hand away, her eyes cold as ice. "What? Scared I'll go after your grandma and make her pay for my baby's life?"
Her words hit Fiorello like a truck. He'd never seen her so cold.
His lips quivered, eyes dimming. He reached out for her hand again, but she just brushed past him, heading back to the room.
Fiorello's hand hung there, frozen. He shut his eyes, fingers stiff.
As soon as Maggie got back to the room, Arya showed up with Adalia and a breakfast spread to help Maggie get her strength back.
Maggie wasn't feeling it. Adalia held her hand and said, "Mom, eat a little. If you don't, you'll be starving. The little baby will come back to your tummy someday. Trust me."
Adalia knew what had gone down. Arya had brought her along to cheer Maggie up.
Arya was scared Maggie might spiral into depression again, like before.
Looking at sweet little Adalia, Maggie's heart still hurt. "Adalia, I really can't eat."
Then she turned to Arya, "Mom, please take Adalia back later."
She didn't want to talk, didn't want to drag Adalia down with her bad vibes.
Arya, worried, said, "Maggie, eat a little. If you get sick, it's game over. You just got saved, and you're all I've got left."
Arya's words got Maggie to nibble a bit, but she ended up puking it all out from the sadness.
Arya looked crushed, and Fiorello quickly poured Maggie a glass of water.
Maggie didn't take it. She'd rather get her own water than drink what Fiorello offered.
Once Maggie calmed down a bit, she told Fiorello, "You should go. No point in sticking around. Seeing you just makes me feel worse."
Seeing Fiorello reminded her that it was Kimberly who caused her baby's death. She hated Fiorello for not avenging their child.
If Fiorello wouldn't do it, she would. This meant they were bound to be enemies, and they'd eventually split. Better to do it now.
Maggie's words cut Fiorello deep.
He struggled to speak, "Maggie."
"Didn't you hear me? Leave!" Maggie glared at him. "I don't want to see anyone from the Flores family right now. Get out."
Maggie's words shocked Arya, who tried to calm her down, "Maggie, what are you doing?"
Fiorello didn't want to upset Maggie more, so he told Arya, "Mom, I'll take Adalia back. You stay with Maggie."
Hearing that Fiorello was taking Adalia away, Maggie got agitated and yelled, "Don't take my daughter away. Isn't it enough that the Flores hurt one of my kids? You want to hurt my daughter too?"
Maggie had lost all trust in the Flores. She didn't believe they'd treat Adalia right.
Fiorello looked into Maggie's eyes. To her, he was now an enemy, someone to guard against. Her distrust hurt him deeply.
Arya was at a loss, not knowing what to say. To ease the tension, she said, "Fiorello, you should go. I'll take care of Maggie."
Fiorello had no choice but to leave, but he didn't go far. He just sat in the corridor outside the room, keeping watch.
Fiorello lit a cigarette, trying to numb the pain in his heart.
Leaning against the wall, smoking was the only way he could vent his feelings right then.
"Mr. Flores." William walked over. "The situation at Crystal Peaks is sorted. We also tracked the number that sent the warning text to Maggie."
Fiorello took a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes narrowing. "Who sent the text?"
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