The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Fabio drank from one of the French tea cups slowly. “This must be very important,” he said. “You almost never ask for my advice—and never in person.”

Massimo didn’t let a single emotion show on his face. He needed to be strictly professional in front of his grandfather.

“I want to divorce my wife,” Massimo said firmly. “I don’t believe this arrangement benefits pretending it will all work out does us both a disservice.”

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Fabio scoffed. “Have you even met that wonderful young lady in person? She’s more of a woman than a man like you will ever get.”

“I have met her,” Massimo said evenly. “Many times. I’ve seen her every day this past week, in fact.”

That seemed to have surprised Massimo’s grandfather. Fabio’s eyes went wide.

“You have?” Fabio repeated. “And you still want to divorce her? A patient, kind angel–you want nothing to do with that woman?”

Massimo resisted the urge to sigh or roll his eyes. “She’s very lovely, but we’re not a good fit.”

Fabio’s expression turned from shock to annoyance.

“You ungrateful little brat,” he chided, “what do you mean you’re not a good fit? You say you don’t like mafia women, so I find you the exact opposite–and now you say you don’t like her either? Do you even like women?”

“Yes,” Massimo hissed. “In fact, it’s precisely because I have feelings for a different woman that I know I will never be happy with my wife.”

All of Fabio’s annoyed frustrations left his body. He seemed remarkably calm as he picked up a macaron and ate it. He drained his tea cup and refilled it.

“You wouldn’t have called me over here if you were this certain,” Fabio observed. “That means you must have some doubts about all of this.”

Massimo reluctantly nodded. “Sometimes, when we talk over text, I can see why you like her so much, Fabio. But when we’re on dates, I don’t see any of that.”

Fabio hummed in thought. He drank more of his tea. “That is quite the pickle.”

Massimo tried to hold back his annoyance but it dripped out of his voice. “It is.”

“Don’t get snippy with me, young man,” Fabio warned. “How about all three of us meet up to talk? That way I can see your relationship first hand, and we can see if we can’t sort all this out.”

“And if you see that it’s hopeless?” Massimo asked.

“Then we can get the divorce proceedings underway.”

Massimo was surprised by that. Fabio never admitted he was wrong–letting Massimo divorce the woman he chose was practically admitting Fabio had made a mistake.

“Alright,” Massimo agreed. “Let’s do it.”

“Great,” Fabio smiled. He set down his tea cup and retrieved his phone from his jacket. “I’ll go call her right now.”

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Chapter 60

Elena answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hello, my dear,” Mr. Fabio’s voice rang out.

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