Chapter 580
—- Chapter 452 “Yes,” Tracy couldn’t help adding, “waiting a few more days is fine in itself, but the fear is that they’ll drag it out and miss another decision window. If that happens… who knows when they’ll actually get divorced.” She voiced what everyone at the table was thinking. Even Janice felt the same-after all, Franklin and Maggie had already missed one filing window. Still, worry aside, she wasn’t in a rush. “All right, enough questions. Let’s just wait quietly for the result.” Sophia pouted.
“Fine.” She went back to her food, chatting resumed, and it was clear no one was overly troubled that Franklin hadn’t managed to finalize the divorce this week. Julia noticed all of it and said nothing. —- She knew the family wasn’t nervous because none of them had ever considered the possibility that Franklin might not want to divorce Maggie. Only she knew that the reason Franklin hadn’t gone to finalize the papers these last few days was because he no longer wanted the divorce.
Otherwise, no matter how busy he was, when he was physically in New York, carving out half an hour to get a certificate would be nothing. Over the next two or three days, Maggie stayed busy with work. Even so, she kept an eye on her phone, ready to reply the moment Franklin messaged to meet and file. But by Friday afternoon-still nothing from Franklin. Johnny knew she’d been waiting. Seeing a full week pass with no news, he asked, “Franklin still hasn’t texted you?” —- Maggie shook her head. “No.” “What is he so busy with? I heard he’s been in New York these days.
How can he not squeeze out that much time?” “I don’t know.” They dropped it and returned to work. On Saturday morning, after visiting her mother at the hospital, Maggie walked out to find a call from Franklin. Seeing his name, she instinctively assumed he was calling to schedule the filing for next week. But when she answered, he asked, “Where are you?” Maggie didn’t say, only, “What is it?” “Isabella’s spent a lot of time on drums these two weeks. She’s got talent. She wants you to come listen-do you have time?” “…” Maggie hadn’t expected that. She paused. “I have something on.
Next time.” —- She was about to ask when he’d be free to handle the paperwork when Isabella’s voice came through-she’d taken the phone. “Mommy, where are you now? I’m really getting good. Please come listen?” When Maggie didn’t answer right away, Isabella seemed. to sense it, her voice dimming. “Mommy…” Maggie gripped the phone, silent for two seconds, then. relented. “Okay. Where are you?” “At home!” Isabella brightened instantly. “Come quick!”