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

---- Chapter 390 Perhaps sensing Maggie's reluctance to speak with him, Franklin shifted the topic after she finished ordering. "Isabella has a very important competition out of town next Thursday. Will you be free that day?" "Yeah, Mommy," Isabella chimed in, "will you come with me?" Since the event was out of town, it would take at least two days for the round trip. Cole, Jamison Group, and Wilson Group all demanded Maggie's attention-she wasn't sure she could spare the time. She hesitated. But before she could answer, Isabella read her hesitation and already guessed her response.

How many times had Maggie told her the same thing? I'm busy. I'll come if I have time. Yet even on weekends, even when Isabella stayed at her great-grandmother's, even under the same roof, Maggie ---- hardly ever spared her time. Thinking of it, Isabella clenched her fork, rubbing it back and forth against her plate. Before Maggie could speak, she mumbled, head lowered, "At the training match the other day, every other kid had their mom or dad there. Everyone... except me." At first, when she learned Franklin couldn't come, she hadn't minded much.

Isabella's voice now, Maggie froze. Words stuck in her throat. Her silence was answer enough. Isabella's nose turned red; she pressed her lips tightly together and turned away. ---- In the past,

Grandmother's incident, I've postponed much work. Tuesday is the final deadline. I must be in Dallas." Maggie frowned,

Franklin's voice stayed calm. He pinched her cheek lightly. "When have I ever missed something when I had the time?" At his words, Isabella's sobs faltered. Nestled against his chest, she clutched his shirt without answering-though her gaze darted toward Maggie. She knew very well: Franklin wasn't