Chapter 460 Like Strangers
Maggie’s words hit Fiorello like a ton of bricks, and he just froze, fork in mid-air.
He looked up, locking eyes with her icy stare, and it felt like someone was twisting a knife in his chest.
Fiorello took a deep breath, trying to keep it together. "Maggie, let’s just eat, okay?"
Maggie saw the struggle in his eyes. She didn’t want to push him, but she couldn’t help herself.
She looked away, didn’t take the fork from him, and grabbed a new one instead.
As she started eating, tears mixed with her food, but she just kept going.
Maggie ate in silence, not leaving a single bite. Even when she was full, she kept stuffing herself, hoping it would somehow make things better.
She had no clue how much this was tearing Fiorello apart.
Fiorello poured her a glass of water, trying to sound casual. "After you eat, take a walk. Don’t lie down right away; it’s bad for you."
His voice was soft, like he was walking on eggshells.
Maggie didn’t say a word, just drank the water and got up to walk around the bed a few times.
Fiorello wanted to help, but she shot him a look that stopped him cold.
Maggie stubbornly walked on her own. When she got tired, she sat down and asked, "When can I leave?"
Fiorello quickly answered, "The doc said next week."
"Thanks," Maggie replied, all polite and distant, then lay back down, turning away to rest.
The tension in the room was suffocating. Fiorello cleaned up the meal boxes and stepped out to the hallway for a smoke.
As the sky darkened, Eleanor showed up with some soup and Holden in tow.
Seeing Fiorello looking like a wreck, Eleanor’s heart ached. "Fiorello, you’ve been here for days. Go home, get some sleep, change your clothes. You look like a mess."
Holden chimed in, "Fiorello, let Mom stay with Maggie tonight. You need rest. Look at your eyes, man. When Maggie gets out, you’ll be the one in the hospital."
Fiorello put out his cigarette and nodded. "Okay."
He gave Eleanor the rundown on Maggie’s meds, said a few words to Maggie, and left with Holden.
In the car, Holden glanced at Fiorello, who looked like he’d been through hell. "Fiorello, I don’t know what to say. I just hope you and Maggie can find some peace."
Fiorello suddenly said, "Take me to Happy Pub."
"Why Happy Pub?" Holden asked. "You need to go home and rest."
Fiorello stared out the window. "I need a drink."
Holden got it and drove them to Happy Pub, ordering a bunch of drinks.
Fiorello’s pain started to pour out with each drink.
Eventually, Fiorello was clutching a bottle, crying his eyes out, which left Holden stunned.
Fiorello, always the strong one, was now breaking down like a lost kid.
Holden stammered, "Fiorello..."
Maggie’s miscarriage had cast a dark cloud over the whole Flores family.
Fiorello shoved a bottle in front of Holden. "Drink."
"Fiorello, I’m with you," Holden said, downing the bottle in one go.
Fiorello glanced at him, then did the same.
Under the dim lights, Fiorello tilted his head back, the booze burning down his throat, but the pain stayed.
He stared at the colorful lights above, drinking, tears streaming down his face.
Since Maggie’s accident, Kimberly had been holed up at the Flores Mansion, sick with guilt, and Joseph was watching her like a hawk, worried Fiorello might come after her.
At the mansion, Kimberly was a mess, constantly beating herself up over the lost child.
She didn’t feel sorry for Maggie, didn’t think she owed her anything, but the regret was eating her alive.
That night, Kimberly was at it again when Joseph walked in with her meds. "Mom, what are you doing?"
Kimberly, full of sorrow, said, "Joseph, that was Fiorello’s child."
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