Mr. CEO, Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time Novel

A while later. Franklin answered the phone: “School’s over?”

“Mm…” Isabella replied with a hint of anticipation.

Franklin smiled lightly and asked, “Do you miss Mommy?”

“Mm…” Isabella’s voice became sweeter and softer.

“Did you not call Mommy?” he continued, his tone still gentle.

“Mm.” Isabella responded quietly, sounding a bit embarrassed.

Franklin chuckled softly, “Call her. Mommy should have time to answer today.”

Isabella’s eyes lit up upon hearing this: “Really?”

“Really. Call Mommy now,” he said warmly.

“Okay!” Isabella quickly hung up and dialed Maggie’s number.

Maggie hesitated when she saw the call coming in.

Although Isabella had visited her in the hospital after she fell down the stairs and again when she went to

the Yves family, those two encounters didn’t count toward their planned one–month meetings.

Setting aside those, it had actually been more than a month since she last saw Isabella.

With this in mind, Maggie answered the call: “Isabella, is school over?”

Before Maggie could finish, Isabella, upon hearing her answer the phone, happily exclaimed, “Mommy!”

Her tone was filled with surprise.

Maggie paused, her hand resting on the mouse, and stopped moving for a moment. After a brief two seconds, she came back to her senses and responded lightly, “Mm, Mommy’s here. Did you finish school?”

“Mm!” Isabella happily said, “Mommy, where are you? I wanted to call you earlier, but I was worried you wouldn’t have time to pick up, so I didn’t.

But just now. I called Dads and be saat yon & Andy have time today. So, Mommy, are you coming

Maggie paused for a moment before answering “No pre-

She paused again and then added. “Mommy’s still at the company. Later, I’ll go back to your great grandmother’s house. De you want to go great grandmother’s house first, or~~

Isabella immediately replied. “Wherever you go. I’ll get

Maggie was silent for a more “right” She added, “Then you go to great grandmother’s house first. Mommy will come back aber I finish work.”

“Mar” Isabella responded, her voice full of reliance and expectations.

After banging up. Maggie finished the work at hand and then left the office.

When she returned to the Miller family home, before she even entered the door, Isabella had already run out to her, jumping into her arms: “Mommy!

“Mm.” Maggie gently picked her up, and Isabella’s smile was as bright as sunshine

Mrs. Miller, seeing her return, smiled and said. “Maggie, you’re back? Just in time, dinner’s ready. Come

inside and eat.”

Maggie smiled back, “Alright.”

Isabella sat next to Maggie during dinner. She had not had a meal cooked by Maggie in a long time. Locking at the food in front of her, she couldn’t help but say,

“Mommy, you haven’t cooked for me in a while. Can you make me some pasta tomorrow? I really want to eat your pasta, cheese cake, and sushi”

Since deciding to divorce Franklin, Maggie had indeed not cooked for Isabella. Moreover, when Isabella came to the Miller family, she had been so busy that she didn’t get a chance to cook.

Thinking of this, Maggie agreed, “Alright, I’ll cook for you tomorrow.”

As for Julia, the outside world didn’t pay much attention. However, Mrs. Miller and Jason knew that Isabella’s relationship with Julia was probably quite close.

They were naturally uncomfortable with this. But they understood that Isabella was still young and didn’t understand the adult conflicts between the Miller and Brown families, so they didn’t blame her.

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“Okay.” Maggie replied as she took the phone. Before she could speak, Harry spoke first. “I hope I’m not

disturbing you.”

Maggie replied. “No.”

Harry continued, Tm currently out of town. As for our dinner plans, we’ll have to find another time.”

Maggie said, “That’s fine.”

After hanging up, Maggie was about to blow dry her hair when Isabella suddenly looked at her curiously.

Noticing her gaze, Maggie asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Mom, you know Uncle Harry?” Isabella asked, a little confused.

“Mm,” Maggie answered.

“Oh…” Isabella replied, though she seemed deep in thought.

The next morning, Maggie went downstairs to prepare breakfast. About half an hour later, when she was going back upstairs, she found Isabella on the phone.

When Isabella saw her return, she quickly ran over and handed the phone to her. “Mom, it’s Dad’s call.”

Maggie took the phone and said, “What’s up?”

Maggie had not fought for the custody of Isabella, and Mrs. Miller and Jason were worried that the long separation would cause a rift between mother and daughter.

Seeing Isabella so dependent on Maggie, they were naturally pleased.

After dinner, Isabella mentioned that Franklin was on a business trip, and that’s when Maggie found out.

Around 9 PM, while Maggie was taking a bath, her phone on the bed rang, Isabella san that it was a cal from Harry, so she picked it up.

“He Uncle?” Isabella said.

When Harry heard her voice, he paused for a moment. “Isabella.”

Before Isabella could say anything, Maggie came out of the bathroom, Isabella saw her and said. “Mom

it’s a call from He Uncle”

“Okay,” Maggie replied as she took the phone. Before she could speak, Harry spoke first. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

Maggie replied, “No.”

Harry continued. “I’m currently out of town. As for our dinner plans, we’ll have to find another time.”

Maggie said, “That’s fine.”

After hanging up, Maggie was about to blow dry her hair when Isabella suddenly looked at her curiously.

Noticing her gaze, Maggie asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Mom, you know Uncle Harry?” Isabella asked, a little confused.

“Mm,” Maggie answered.

“Oh…” Isabella replied, though she seemed deep in thought.

The next morning, Maggie went downstairs to prepare breakfast. About half an hour later, when she was going back upstairs, she found Isabella on the phone.

When Isabella saw her return, she quickly ran over and handed the phone to her. “Mom, it’s Dad’s call ”

Maggie took the phone and said, “What’s up?”

Franklin’s voice came through: “I won’t be back until Wednesday at the earliest.

Before I return, Isabella probably won’t want to leave the Miller family these next few days. You’ll have to bear with her for a bit.”

Maggie listened quietly, pursed her lips, and hung up the phone.