Chapter 765 She Remembered Everything
A tear slid down Maggie's cheek.
It was excitement, it was thrill.
It was him.
She finally remembered the man from that night—it was Fiorello.
Maggie was so overwhelmed with emotion that she couldn't control herself. She pushed Harold away, propped herself up, and suddenly burst into laughter.
Maggie laughed and then cried again. She regretted it. Why did she only remember now?
From beginning to end, there was only Fiorello.
Their fate had been sealed eight years ago.
Maggie thought of Adalia's appearance. More than one person had said Adalia looked like Fiorello, and that Adalia resembled Katie a lot.
Adalia was also Fiorello's daughter.
Maggie thought of the secret Isabella refused to reveal until her death, and thought of Olivia Stubborn. Even if Isabella went to jail, she wouldn't disclose Adalia's parentage.
Now, she understood everything.
Of course, Isabella and Olivia wouldn't say anything because Fiorello was Adalia's biological father.
Adalia was truly the eldest daughter of the Flores family.
Maggie's laughter startled Harold. He was pushed to the ground and sat there watching Maggie laugh. "Maggie!"
Sweat beaded on Maggie's forehead, a side effect of the medication.
Her hair was disheveled, adding a touch of allure that made Harold swallow hard.
Maggie propped herself up and staggered towards the door. Harold got up and tried to follow.
He couldn't control himself anymore. Maggie was the only woman in the room, and at this point, he could have sex with a mare if given the chance.
Maggie had just reached the door and was about to open it when Harold grabbed her. In the struggle, Maggie fell to the ground, and Harold approached her.
Maggie was both angry and anxious. "Harold, if you dare touch me, I will make you regret it."
Maggie was filled with rage, supported by those fragments of memory. Her mind was full of Fiorello. Under the influence of the medication, she was disoriented, and the images of Fiorello and Harold overlapped.
"Maggie, even if I die, I want to have you," Harold said, not caring about anything else. "I will love you well from now on, never touch another woman, only you."
"Let go," Maggie kicked him hard. Harold grabbed her leg, and in the chaos, she kicked him in the forehead.
The kick was heavy, and Harold was in great pain, becoming even more furious. At that moment, he was no different from a beast.
A beast only thought of one thing—satisfying its desires.
Harold angrily tore off Maggie's coat, but just then, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open. Before Maggie could see who had entered, she heard a scream, and Harold was kicked under the table.
Maggie looked up at the man standing beside her. For a moment, she thought she saw Fiorello and instinctively murmured, "Honey."
At that moment, she felt extremely wronged and wished Fiorello would come to protect her.
In the past, whenever she was in trouble, he would be the first to stand up for her.
But this time, it wasn't Fiorello who appeared—it was Ivan.
"Maggie," Ivan said, seeing Maggie in this state and understanding what had happened.
Filled with rage, he put Maggie's coat back on her and carried her out.
Outside the room, Lucy came to check on the situation and saw Maggie being carried out by Ivan, her clothes disheveled. She quickly followed. "Who are you? Where are you taking her?"
Lucy had worked at the club for many years and had seen it all.
She sensed something was wrong and thought of how Maggie had once helped her out of a tough spot. Considering Maggie's social status, she followed, worried that something might happen to Maggie, and hoping she could help.
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