Revegenful Billionaire

Chapter 89 | 432 Park Avenue

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Carlotta woke up with a ruffled appearance of her heart. His eyes are swollen, swollen, and red. His nose was a bit scuffed because it was too much sanded after crying. His face was bent and tangled. Her hair was no longer touched by a series of expensive care products. The woman took a quick shower and went straight out of the room when she faintly heard the exciting conversation between Marco and his mother and stepfather.

Carlotta could not hear much, but she was somewhat surprised as the three of them instantly fell silent as she opened the door of her room. "What secret, Marco?"

Marco looked at him for a long time. Then smile broadly. "It's nothing. You awake yet? How you feeling?"

Carlotta put her shoulders down. "Not as good as it should be."

Marco stood up and was cheerful. "Then let's go for a walk. Central Park is in plain sight."

"Come, Marco. My son's still asleep and I-"

Caterina cut her daughter's words quickly. "Let me take care of Maurizio. I don't have any shows anyway. And I'd be very happy if given the chance to hold my granddaughter."

Carlotta looked at Marco, Caterina, and Signor Benito alternately. The three nodded together.

"All right." Carlotta finally agreed. "Mama, I'll take Maurizio for a second."

Caterina nodded. "Give it to me and my husband."

"Signor Benito, i-" Carlotta felt bad for her stepfather because it was constantly troublesome.

Signor Benito raised his hand in the air. "Carlotta, it seems like now is the time for you to call me Benito. I think 'Signor Benito' is a bit overdone. We're not strangers."

Carlotta couldn't help but smile back at Signor Benito. "of course. We are not strangers. We're family. But calling you only by first name makes me feel bad."

Caterina stood up and smiled broadly at Carlotta and her husband. "Then you can call my husband 'Papa', honey. He is now your father."

Carlotta's expression turned grim. The woman remembered her own father.

Signor Benito stood up and embraced his wife. "Don't do that. Don't force him to do what he doesn't like. If Carlotta doesn't want to consider me her father yet, it doesn't matter at all."

Carlotta bit her own lips. He did not hate his real father. His father was not a friendly and pleasant person, but Carlotta knew his father loved him. Not affection with loving words like those given by other fathers. But through actions. Carlotta knew her father only wanted the best for her.

Carlotta's mind drifted further and further away. Carlotta realized that her father knew Alessandro had abused her. Alessandro also broke their family. His father lost face in front of all his business associates and colleagues. And now Carlotta is even married to the troublemaker. His father must have hated Alessandro so much, and Carlotta realized that his father's hatred actually had a cause.

There is no father who does not love his son. And if she had to choose, Carlotta could not choose between her father or her husband.

Carlotta covered her face with both palms. Isakan began to soar, threatening to escape from his throat.

"Carlotta?" Caterina approached her daughter and immediately reached out to hug the woman.

Unknowingly, Carlotta backed off. His mother abandoned him when he was eight years old and fled with Signor Benito. Carlotta's been hating them for years. Although he now knows the reason, Carlotta still only had her real father all this time.

And although Rocco Marinelli is not the perfect father, he is the only father for Carlotta.

Carlotta immediately swallowed back the bitterness within him, then tried to be firm. He smiled at Signor Benito and said, "Can I call you 'Uncle'?"

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Five days went by very quickly when Marco dragged Carlotta here and there. Starting from all Central Park, Fifth Avenue, the Statue of Liberty, even some of the most spectacular restaurants in New York. Marco, Caterina, and Benito try too hard to get Carlotta up from the slump and forget about her divorce.

But all of that didn't work.

Carlotta is often soluble in daydreams. The woman no longer cried blatantly, but always woke up early with a swollen mat.

On the fifth morning, Signor Benito finally said, "By the way, Alessandro has an apartment not far from here."

At that time, they were all having breakfast together. Carlotta who was just stirring food immediately looked up to hear the name of her husband called.

"Alessandro?" Carlotta made sure, fearing his ears misheard because the name was too often he said in the heart.

Signor Benito nodded. "Yes. Alessandro's penthouse apartment is only four or five blocks away. The building is a modern minimalist architecture. It will be very easy to find. 432 Park Avenue Penthouse."

Carlotta put down her cutlery and grabbed a glass of water. Alessandro has an apartment here? No wonder. Ferrara's power was extraordinary, while Carlotta who was only five months to be Alessandro's wife was never interested in taking care of the property of her husband's family. But ... If visiting Alessandro's apartment here can reduce his longing and despair, Carlotta decided that it was worth a try.

"I'll take a walk there." Carlotta says.

"Let me company." Marco sounded worried.

Carlotta smiled and shook her head. "I know you're tired, Marco. Go shopping on Fifth Avenue. Or go to the salon. Anyway, I'll just be gone for a little while. Just a leisurely walk."

Marco finally nodded. He thought, maybe Carlotta just wanted to spend time alone to recall the beautiful memories of his household which is now on the edge.

Carlotta returned to wearing a thick fur coat belonging to Alessandro and also several other pieces of clothing on the inside. Winter in New York is not very friendly for those who grow up with a warm Mediterranean climate. It was as if New York represented Carlotta's now cold heart, almost frozen without Alessandro by her side.

The woman arrived at the apartment referred to by Signor Benito after boarding a taxi. Stupidly, he just stood in front of the building for a while, until his cheeks and nose turned reddish due to the cold weather.

A woman, who seemed to be the receptionist of the building, walked up to him.

"Are you right Mrs Carlotta Ferrara?" The woman asked.

Carlotta wanted to nod, but considering that the current divorce was probably taken care of, she no longer felt worthy of Ferrara's name. So, he just said, "I'm Carlotta."

The woman in front of him smiled broadly. "Come, come in, madam. Your husband replaced all the staff here with Italians once he bought the whole building. I'm Martha, one of the lucky immigrants who got a job because of your husband's love for his homeland."

Carlotta shines a glance at Martha. A faint smile rose on his lips. It feels good to have someone who knows her husband as a great person in a foreign land. "You're from Italy?"

"From Verona, more precisely, Madam." Martha answered proudly.

Carlotta's eyes started to sparkle. "really? I'm also from Verona."

Martha laughed. "We all know, Madam. You and Signor Alessandro are both from Verona. Your love story is so beautiful, and Signor Alessandro always announces it to the media so that everyone knows that you are a compatible couple. Isn't that so romantic?"

Carlotta fell silent. She felt more and more missing her husband.

Damnit. He did not want to divorce Alessandro. Not now and not forever.

"Eh, Mistress?" Martha immediately felt guilty seeing the change in Carlotta's expression. "You better get inside first. It's cold out here."

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