After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 07

After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 07

There really was no child.

The younger a person was, the prouder she became.

Although I had loved Enzo deeply, I had also loved myself deeply.

From the moment he left me to find Sofia, it had already been decided that nothing could ever exist between us.

Even now that he had explained, even now that I understood, it did not mean I accepted it.

But I did not know what had gotten into Enzo tonight.

A man who had always been decisive kept asking the same question again and again.

As if he would not stop until I admitted I had kept the child.

I had no choice but to tell him the truth.

“I didn’t terminate the pregnancy immediately because I got sick.”

At the same time I found out I was pregnant, I was also diagnosed with an autoimmune disease.

Because of treatment complications, I had no choice but to delay the procedure.

And because I gained a lot of weight from the medication, my belly looked larger than a normal pregnant person’s. In reality, I was not that far along.

That year, I went through a breakup, career collapse, illness, and the

end of a pregnancy.

I also lost my mother.

No one was more dependable than my mother.

No one loved me more than my mother.

So when I found out I was pregnant and sick, I called her.

She came from my hometown to take care of me and stayed by my side night after night.

At the time, I was trapped in my own emotions. I did not notice her body growing thinner day by day or her face getting paler and paler.

The day I was discharged, my mother had been happy and excited to take me home.

But right after we stepped out of the elevator, she collapsed in front of me.

My memory of those few seconds was blank.

I had thought back on it many times afterward, but I still could not remember what went through my mind in the seconds after she fell.

Maybe I was too terrified.

Maybe I had just recovered from a serious illness, and my brain could not react fast enough.

“Enzo.”

In the end, I could not help calling his name again.

He gave a soft “Mm.”

I told him, “I can understand your guilt toward Marco Ricci. So I don’t blame you for what happened back then.”

“And then?”

He asked a question I had not expected.

I looked up at him in confusion.

“What then?”

“Jade, shouldn’t we start over?”