Charming Mommy of adorable triplets Chapter 442

Chapter 442

“Yeah,” Maisie lowered her head and replied, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you had a low fever.”

Nolan reached out and put his hand on the back of her cold hand. There was a smile tugging at the corner of his

lips as he said, “I don’t want you to worry about me, so I didn’t tell you. I’m the one who should say sorry, Zee.”

After all, he was hiding a secret from her.

He knew he was infected with the virus, and now he was in the infection period. He would experience symptoms

such as persistent low fever, hemoptysis, and deterioration of health. He had only three to four years left to live.

Just when Maisie wanted to say something, Titus appeared. “Nolan, you’re awake!”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

Titus glanced at Maisie and ordered, “You, go out. I have something to say to Nolan.”

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Maisie pressed her lips tight and did not say anything. She rose to her feet and went out. Nolan looked at her figure,

and light slowly left his eyes.

It was only when both of them were left in the room that Titus asked, “Tell me honestly. What is going on with you?”

The specialist had told Titus that Nolan’s condition was weird. A normal person with a low fever would recover after

they slept and sweated for a night. However, it was not the same case with Nolan. It had been the second day, yet

he hadn’t recovered, and the specialist was worried.

Nolan was not going to hide it from Titus, so he said, “I was infected by the virus.”

Titus’ expression changed after he heard what Nolan said.

“I hope this will be a secret between you and me, Grandpa. Don’t tell anyone about it, including my father, the kids,

and Zee,” Nolan added plainly.

Titus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, he said through gritted teeth, “How Were you infected?” Nolan

then replied flatly, “The bullet that hit me had the virus on it.”

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“Why can’t you be more serious about your own life? You’re the only one we can rely on in the Goldmanns. Do you

expect us to depend on those three little kids?” Titus hissed exasperatedly.

Wayion and Colton were the descendants of the Goldmanns, but they were stilt kids. Were they going to lose their

father at such a young age?

Titus clenched his fist tightly and continued. “Do you know there is no cure for the virus? Your greatgrandfather and

great-grandmother died because of the virus, and now you tell me that you’re infected? I really should not have

allowed you to start a relationship with Maisie. Once a person has a soft spot, they will become weak.”

He sighed deeply. “Sure enough, there’s a reason why your father refuses to let you take over the Night Banquet.

Both of you are too much alike.”



No matter if it were Natasha in the past or Maisie right now, they were “weapons” that other people could use

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against the Goldmanns, and they had succeeded. It was because of Maisie that Nolan had been infected.

Nolan fell silent for a long while and said, “I’ll file a divorce with her.”

Titus was taken aback. In surprise, he looked at him and said, “What did you say?”

Nolan lifted his head and said plainly, “I’ll give half of my shares under my name to the kids and her. After I file a

divorce with her, we’ll raise the kids together. After all, even if they’re members of the Goldmanns, they are her

kids, and she has the right to raise them.”

Titus did not say anything. It went without saying that he knew why Nolan wanted to get a divorce with Maisie.

Maisie stood outside for a long while. She did not know what Titus was talking to Nolan. After a short while, the door

was opened up from the inside, and Titus walked out of it.

“You can go in now.”

After that, he left. Maisie was kind of surprised that Titus did not scold or criticize her anymore.

She went back into the room.

Nolan was looking outside through the window with glassy eyes. She did not know what was on his mind, but he

looked so weak and frail. This was the first time she saw Nolan in such a weakened state. He looked just like a

beautiful porcelain that would break into pieces at the slightest touch.