Hearing Maisie's words, Roman could hardly say anything for a while. He met her and had a few words with her when she took care of David in this hospital last time. Maisie talked to Roman in a confident and calm manner, too. She seemed to be gentle and soft, but in fact, she was hard and strong-minded.
Suddenly Roman understood why Ezra couldn't nail her. The more Maisie kept calm and quiet, the more difficultly she was seen through and dealt with.
But his beloved grandson whom he missed very much was in Maisie's hands now, so Roman would rather give up his pride.
Roman said to Maisie again, "Anyway, the rocky history between us has nothing to do with my grandson. I want to talk with you about him, and that's why I called you today."
Full of derision and contempt, Maisie chuckled on the phone, "Mr. Cantillo, how could you say there was nothing to do with you? You know, the kid came to the world just because your son and I had sex, right?"
Roman choked with rage again.
Seldom could he expect that Maisie was so hard to deal with. She shut the old man's mouth with just a few words.
Maisie, an awkward woman in his eyes, was so arrogant and aggressive to Roman.
But he couldn't become angry. Exactly speaking, he dared not to do so.
That was a great irony and humiliation to him.
Sighed heavily, he said in a rather humble way, "Maisie, can you please allow me to see my grandson? You know I am a dying man now. I beg you, please."
As numb as she was, Maisie said, "Mr. Cantillo, I got lots of abrasions and soft tissue contusions because of the car accident. But to protect Ezio in my belly, I refused to take any medicine. Although those were superficial wounds, they brought me sharp pain."
What Maisie said was true. The unbearable pain made her cry during the first few days.
Only she, herself, knew how much anguish and pain she had suffered.
"You should have been more ruthless, and then you wouldn't have to beg me like this now."
If he had killed her and her baby, Roman wouldn't have to endure the suffering and trouble now.
Roman's face blushed with embarrassment. He said, "Why do you take things so hard? As long as you let my grandson go back to the Cantillo family, I will make him the future heir of the family, giving all I have to him and his father, Ezra."
"He will live in extreme luxury from now on, which others can't get even in dreams!"
Roman tried his best to persuade Maisie.
Unmoved, Maisie said, "I gave my son the name Ezio, just because I hope he can live a simple life. Your fortune is not attractive to me."
"I hope my son can live a simple life with me, never wronging himself for anyone and compromising for anything. I hope he can become the person he wants to be from the bottom of his heart.
Roman didn't know what to say.
Maisie didn't intend to say anything more. "I'm sorry," she said. "I am busy. Bye."
With the cell phone in his hand, Roman gnashed his teeth in great anger. Just because he was ill, Roman had to grovel to Maisie and Ezra like this. How resentful he was!
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