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Chapter 117: You Came to My House, Who is More Frivolous?

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: You Came to My House, Who is More Frivolous?

"Hello, Snow..."

"Amelia! Guess what just happened! Christopher called me and asked me—"

"I know!" Amelia Garcia covered the phone, her voice barely a whisper because she was in a rush and cut her off before she could finish.

"You know?" Snow Fitch was completely confused. "You know what?"

"I’m at Imperial Garden Villa. Hope was discharged from the hospital today, and I went to the hospital early and came back home with them. Christopher was trying to cheer Hope up and promised to invite that young man over, and I almost blew up when I heard it!"

"Oh my God—" Snow was stunned before cautiously asking, "So... what do we do? Should I accept or refuse?"

Amelia Garcia pressed a frustrated hand to her forehead, equally uncertain.

After a moment’s thought, she lowered her hand and gritted her teeth, "Or, just refuse. Say you don’t have time or tell him your brother and sister-in-law don’t agree."

"What if he says he’ll call my brother directly? He was about to call just now."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

Amelia Garcia felt like she was going to lose her mind.

Snow said, "Didn’t you mention that Noah and Ethan have been wanting to see their sister? Now that Christopher is inviting..."

"You mean, bring them along?"

"Take Ethan, I’ll explain everything to him on the way."

"But..."

"Trust me, I’ve been through a lot; you have to believe in your son’s intelligence."

Snow was quite looking forward to the next scene. Her mind made up, she decisively said, "That’s settled then! I’m off to find Kane to pick up Ethan. Just make sure not to give anything away!"

"Hey, Snow, wait—"

She was about to stop her friend when the bathroom door was suddenly knocked on.

With a jolt, she instinctively covered her phone and cleared her throat before calling out, "What is it?"

Christopher Hart stood outside, his hand twisting the doorknob which was locked, his brow slightly furrowed, "What are you doing in there?"

"What else can a person do in the bathroom?"

"..."

The man’s expression was suspicious, and just as he was about to ask more, his phone rang.

It was Lucas King calling.

"Hello, did you find anything?" Christopher turned away, his expression growing cold.

"President Hart, I did indeed find some strange information."

"Go on."

"The vice director of that private hospital used to be a prominent surgeon in a public top-tier hospital, specializing in kidney transplants. The kidney removal surgery for Lily Garcia years ago was performed by this doctor."

Christopher’s expression instantly became serious, "What else?"

"Not long after Lily donated her kidney, that doctor moved to this private hospital as vice director. Since then, any health issues Lily had, she always came to this hospital, and it was this doctor who treated her."

Christopher asked, "Was it this doctor who treated Lily’s leg fracture last night?"

"No, that was done by another surgeon."

That seemed fine on consideration.

Lily might have trusted this doctor because he was in charge of her kidney surgery back then and knew her medical history well.

She trusted this doctor, so she sought him out whenever there was a problem.

Just as Christopher started to think he might be overthinking, Lucas added, "However, last night I accidentally discovered something else."

He angrily retorted, "Why can’t you say everything all at once?"

Lucas, sweating, quickly said, "I inadvertently found that Mrs. Garcia and that vice director seemed to have a rather special relationship."

Christopher’s lips twitched slightly, "Are you suggesting that Michael Garcia has been cuckolded?"

"Highly likely." Lucas explained in more detail, "Last night, while Lily was in surgery, Mrs. Garcia was in that vice director’s office, and when she came out, well... you know."

"You’re saying, while her daughter was having surgery, she was having an affair?"

As Christopher said this, the bathroom door behind him opened, and Amelia Garcia walked out.

He turned back to look at her, his gaze somber, remaining silent.

Amelia didn’t pay him any attention and walked towards the bed to join Hope.

On the phone, Lucas continued analyzing, "President Hart, I think it’s not just an affair; after they came out, Mrs. Garcia looked unhappy, and they argued a bit. Normally, wouldn’t they be all lovey-dovey right after? I think Mrs. Garcia seems to be being blackmailed, that vice director appeared quite arrogant."

Upon hearing this, Christopher was pensive.

Could Fiona Marshall have some leverage over that vice director?

"President Hart, should we continue investigating?"

"Investigate. Look into the past of that vice director when he was at the public top-tier hospital."

"Yes."

"And, I recall when Lily Garcia last fainted and was hospitalized, she also ended up transferring to that private hospital. Check the details of her last hospital stay."

Lucas understood his intentions, "Alright."

After hanging up, the corners of Christopher’s lips slowly curled up in a cold smile.

Perhaps, he could find something to use against Lily Garcia.

Who would come out on top was yet to be decided.

As footsteps approached from behind, he turned his head, seeing Amelia Garcia coming towards him.

She was wearing a V-neck slim-fit chiffon dress today, the flowing fabric flaring with her steps, like a butterfly fluttering under the scorching summer sun.

Her slender waist was still barely graspable, and her flat stomach showed no signs of ever bearing a child.

Yet, the mature charm emanating from her whole being certainly added a few graceful sways compared to before.

The shadows in his eyes instantly took on a shade of color as he couldn’t help but speak out, "They say women lose their figures after having children, but you seem to have maintained yours quite well."

Amelia, caught off guard by his unexpected remark, gave him a glance, choosing to ignore it.

"I heard you talking on the phone about Lily Garcia, how is her leg?"

"Why do you care?"

"I’m just enjoying her misfortune," she replied casually.

In fact, she wanted to know if Lily Garcia would end up limp and to use this to further corner Christopher.

Christopher laughed but didn’t respond, suddenly reaching out his hand towards her.

Amelia swiftly dodged and took a step back.

"Can you stop being so frivolous all the time?"

"Heh, you come to my house and ask who’s being frivolous?"

"..." Amelia suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

Indeed.

She declared time and again that she wasn’t a mistress, wasn’t behaving like a mistress, yet her actions now were indeed no different from a mistress’s.

Speechless against his retort, she sternly said, "I came today to negotiate with you officially."