Chapter 503 The Baby Could Have Been Saved
Maggie and Arya got home early, and Arya was seriously ticked off.
None of them had expected Isabella had feelings for Fiorello.
Arya fumed on the couch. "How could Isabella love Fiorello? She can like anyone she wants, but not him."
While Arya was ranting, Maggie headed to the kitchen to cook, and Adalia helped with the veggies.
Adalia had become quite the little helper around the house.
As Maggie chopped vegetables, she thought about Isabella's sudden change in attitude and how close they had gotten. How had she not realized that Isabella's kindness and the offer of café shares were not out of genuine affection for her as a cousin, but rather attempts to win over Fiorello?
There was a time when Isabella would always invite her out or come over in the evenings. It wasn't for her; it was for Fiorello.
She should have noticed it earlier but kept making excuses for Isabella because she couldn't believe it.
Even Dulce had warned her, and she had been so foolish.
Maggie always thought of Isabella as a good cousin, but every time Isabella invited her out or came to see her, it was just to get closer to Fiorello. Thinking about it made her feel really uncomfortable.
"Maggie," Arya said, still a bit angry, "Isn't Isabella being ungrateful? When she had that fallout with James, you were the one running around helping her. When she got into trouble with the cop, it was you and Fiorello who bailed her out. How could she do this? It's so ungrateful."
Maggie paused her chopping, remembering that late night when she had asked Fiorello to bail Isabella out. She felt so foolish now. 'Isn't that just handing Fiorello over to Isabella?'
Maggie glanced at Arya and said, "Mom, let it go. Let's move forward. Can you help make some veggie sticks? Adalia loves them."
Adalia was thrilled to hear this. "Mom, you're the best!"
"What a sweet talker," Maggie said with a smile. "But after eating, you have to do your homework. Your teacher assigned some math problems and reading exercises in the group."
Adalia boasted, "Mom, I got a perfect score on yesterday's test, and the teacher praised me."
"Really?" Maggie was particularly pleased. "My daughter is so smart."
Arya was also happy. "Adalia is just like you when you were little, always doing well in school. You used to be top of your class, and now Adalia has inherited that. Our family is going to have a college graduate in the future."
Talking about college made Maggie feel a bit regretful. She had dropped out back then, and now, without a degree, coupled with a failed marriage, it was even harder to find a job.
Maggie looked at Arya and said, "Mom, I'm sorry for disappointing you."
Arya had always hoped she would go to college and have a bright future, but she had let her down.
Arya smiled, "Why bring that up now? The three of us just need to live well and educate Adalia properly."
Maggie smiled. Her responsibility for the rest of her life was to take care of Arya and raise Adalia well, ensuring she could go to college.
The three of them worked together, and soon a meal was ready. They enjoyed it very much.
Arya said, "Simple meals can be just as good as any birthday feast."
Adalia happily ate the veggie sticks, saying, "I love Mom's cooking the most."
"You little rascal," Maggie said, ruffling Adalia's hair. "Eat up, and then do your homework."
A busy life left Maggie no time to dwell on those messy, troubling thoughts.
After dinner, Adalia did her homework, Maggie made jewelry, and Arya cleaned the house. With everyone working together, the home was getting better and better.
By the time Adalia finished her homework and went to bed, it was already ten o'clock. Arya came out of her room and saw Maggie still working on jewelry under the lamp. She felt a pang of heartache.
Arya sat down quietly beside her and said, "Maggie, don't work too late, and don't sit for too long. Your waist can't take it."
Since her miscarriage, Maggie often had waist pain.
Maggie stopped what she was doing. It was March now, and if nothing had happened to the baby, it would have been born by now, probably looking very handsome and cute, more like Fiorello.
Maggie looked up at the window and said quietly, "Mom, if that hadn't happened, the baby would have been born smoothly by now, right?"
The baby was not only Maggie's pain but also Arya's regret.
Arya blamed herself, "It's all my fault. If I had taken you to the hospital earlier that day, maybe the baby could have been saved. Who knew the road would be blocked that day? The traffic jam delayed us, and the doctor said we were too late. If we had been a bit earlier, maybe the baby could have been saved."
After all this time, it was the first time Maggie knew about this, that her baby might have been saved.
Maggie suddenly turned around and looked at Arya. "Mom, are you saying my baby could have been saved?"
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