Mr. CEO Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388

Old Mrs. Miller had caught a cold recently. On Saturday morning, after visiting Sally at the hospital, Maggie drove to another hospital to see Old Mrs. Wilson.

When she arrived, Franklin and Isabella were already there.

Old Mrs. Wilson’s condition had improved slightly since waking. Her face brightened the instant she saw Maggie.

While Maggie chatted with the old lady, Franklin didn’t interrupt. After pouring Maggie a glass of water, he quietly sat nearby, peeling an apple for Isabella and Maggie.

When he handed the neatly cut slices to her, Maggie had no choice but to accept. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Watching the two of them sit calmly together, able to exchange a few peaceful words, Old Mrs. Wilson sighed inwardly.

Maggie had spent quite a while at Sally’s ward earlier, and after half an hour with Old Mrs. Wilson, it was time for the old lady’s meal.

She glanced at Franklin. “I have attendants to help me eat. Since Maggie comes every day, Franklin, why don’t you

take her out for a meal?”

Maggie was about to refuse, but Old Mrs. Wilson patted her hand and shook her head. “Grandma means nothing

else.”

Her eyes flicked toward Franklin. She truly wasn’t trying to matchmake.

Like Levi, she had noticed how, since deciding on divorce, Maggie and Franklin had actually grown more

harmonious.

She welcomed this. After all, they still had Isabella. Even if not husband and wife, it was good to preserve a little

affection.

Franklin looked at Maggie. “What do you want to eat?”

Hearing they’d be eating with her, Isabella clapped happily, tugging at Maggie’s hand. “Yeah, Mommy, what do you

want to eat?”

Maggie hesitated, “Trench.”

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Chapter 388

While Franklin stepped out to take a call, Old Mrs. Wilson leaned in and whispered, “Maggie, I truly don’t mean anything else. It’s just… since you’ve already let him go, and Franklin’s softened too, keeping a good relationship benefits Isabella’s future as well.”

Given Franklin’s feelings for Julia, could Maggie really expect this thin thread of affection to disrupt things?

As for Isabella…

Maggie said nothing more. After a few words with the old lady, she left the ward.

Later, in Franklin’s private dining suite, Maggie had just finished ordering when her phone rang. She stepped out to take the call, and there ran into Old Mrs. Green and Sophia.

They hadn’t known Franklin was there. He often entertained in that restaurant, so they assumed it was business and had opened another private room.

But seeing Maggie right outside Franklin’s suite made them stop in their tracks.

Sophia’s face darkened. “Why are you here?”

Maggie stayed on the phone, ignoring her.

The restaurant manager, aware that Maggie had come with Franklin–and had just seen Franklin’s daughter clinging to her hand–hesitated, then wiped at his sweat and explained, “This young lady came with Mr. Wilson…”

Sophia pressed immediately, “Just the two of them?”

Franklin had instructed the staff to treat the Green and Brown families with courtesy, and that order hadn’t been

rescinded. So the manager could only continue honestly: “No, Mr. Wilson’s daughter as well.”

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