Chapter 371
Just as Maggie was about to respond, Tranklin cut in first:
“Your mom is busy with work. Don’t bother her.”
Isabella pouted, clearly unhappy, and looked up at Maggie with pleading eyes
Maggie said gently,
“Mommy has to go to a meeting, then head to another company to talk business. It’s not convenient to bring you this time. Maybe next time, okay?”
Though disappointed, Isabella let go reluctantly, her voice low:
“…Okay.”
Since the old lady still hadn’t woken up, and there was little to say between the Madam Miller and Franklin, she left together with Maggie.
Inside the elevator, she said quietly,
“It’s not that he’s worried Isabella will disturb your work–he’s worried that if she goes with you
Maggie understood what she meant.
to
the office, someone might see.
If news spread that she and Franklin hadn’t actually finalized their divorce, the first person to suffer would be
In order to protect Julia, Franklin naturally had to keep the truth–that he and his “ex–wife” were still legally married–under wraps until the divorce
was finalized.
Once downstairs, Maggie watched the Madam Miller’s car drive off before turning to get into her own vehicle.
At that moment, Harry had just arrived at the hospital. The moment he got out of the car, he caught sight of Maggie’s side profile.
He instinctively wanted to call out to her–but
was already driving off through the exit.
The words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.
Levi came around from the driver’s side and clapped him on the shoulder.
“What are you daydreaming about? Let’s go.”
Harry snapped out of it and walked inside with Levi.
When they entered the hospital, Isabella greeted them cheerfully,
“Uncle Harry, Uncle Levi!”
Harry smiled, ruffled Isabella’s hair, and set the fruit basket he brought down on a side table.
-At that moment, his gaze landed on the gift that Maggie and Madam Miller had brought earlier.
On the box was a small handwritten card with Maggie’s blessings for the old lady’s recovery–signed with the name “Maggie.”
Seeing her handwriting, a soft tenderness crept into Harry’s chest. He stood there in a daze, eyes fixed on that delicate signature.
Levi called out to him,
“Harry, come sit. What are you staring at?”
Harry snapped out of it and turned toward him, only to realize both Levi and Franklin were now looking at him.
