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Chapter 166 Snow Fitch’s Nephew

Chapter 166: Chapter 166 Snow Fitch’s Nephew

Christopher Hart was on the phone at that moment.

The call was from his mother, Emma Carter.

"I’ve met that foreigner! It was... when I went looking for Amelia Garcia, I bumped into him in the elevator. He was with two little boys, but those kids were so ill-mannered and annoying."

Because of the incident with Lily Garcia, Christopher’s relationship with his family had been strained lately, and it had been a while since he had spoken properly with his mother.

Today, Emma Carter had taken this opportunity to call her son, hoping to offer some information and have a few more words with him to ease their relationship.

Indeed, Christopher’s face was indifferent as he picked up the phone, intending to brush his mother off after a few words—but then she mentioned having seen Kane with the children, and his face changed to one of shock.

"Do you remember what they looked like?"

Emma thought for a moment, "I don’t remember clearly... They were good-looking. One of them even resembled you as a child, although that child’s eyes lacked integrity, nothing like yours."

"Like me as a child?"

Hearing him repeat her words, Emma suddenly doubted herself, thinking how could her flawless son be compared to such an uncivilized brat?

So, she corrected herself, "Actually, not really, I just glanced at them. Too annoying, they were wild, and when a ball hit someone, they didn’t even apologize."

"How old are the children, approximately?"

"About four or five years old," Emma replied, sensing her son’s interest in the children and sneered, "If you like boys that much, just get married and have your own. As for that girl, since her mother wants her, let her take the girl away."

Emma still remembered Amelia’s words – to help her fight for custody of her daughter.

In fact, she didn’t have any preference for grandsons over granddaughters, but she just couldn’t bring herself to like this granddaughter.

Once there was a barrier in her heart, it was very hard to remove.

She sincerely hoped the girl would leave with Amelia Garcia and never come back.

That way, her son could remarry, live a good life, and have as many children as he wanted in the future, what a complete and happy family that would be.

Listening to his mother’s recurring lectures, Christopher’s originally calm face turned menacing in an instant, "Mom, I don’t want to hear this kind of talk ever again. And no one is going to take Hope away from me!"

Giving up, before hanging up, he suddenly remembered something and said with an unfriendly tone, "Shouldn’t you apologize to her for the wrongs done to her in the past? She’s been wronged for so many years! If it weren’t for the old man’s protection, she would have been sent to jail by you all, and her life would have been ruined!"

"I—I," Emma was caught off guard by her son’s sudden interjection and was momentarily speechless, then said, "How can you blame us? Didn’t you suspect her too, at first?"

"Yes, I was an asshole back then."

Christopher’s anger suddenly extinguished and his face darkened, his eyes deep as he spoke softly after a moment of silence, "So... now I regret deeply and only hate that time can’t be turned back."

Hearing the change in her son’s tone, Emma couldn’t help but urge, "Christopher, don’t think like that, this matter also..."

"Forget it, I’ve got something else to do, hanging up now."

He had originally thought his mother could provide more valuable information, which is why he had patiently listened to so much.

But now that she brought up a topic that enraged him, he had no desire to say another word.

"Okay, you’re busy..." Knowing her son was not pleased, Emma didn’t dare persuade further, but hastily asked before he could hang up, "When will you be done? You haven’t come home for dinner in a long time, your dad has mentioned it a few times."

Christopher dropped one last sentence, "When you apologize and admit your mistakes to her, only then will I step foot in that house again."

"You—"

Emma was stunned, quite upset, and just as she was about to scold him, her son had already hung up the phone.

Lucas King had been waiting quietly with his reporters at a distance.

Seeing Christopher lower his arm, Lucas stepped forward, "President Hart, I’ve brought the person."

Christopher turned around, the anger still lingering on his face, casting a piercing glance over the sleazy, overweight man, causing him to shudder instantly.

The gossip reporter, noticing him approaching, became even more nervous and stammered, "Mr. Hart, I know you’re a big man who wouldn’t hold a grudge against a nobody like me, right? If you want that post to disappear, that can be arranged, but... well, you know how things work in our line of business..."

Christopher Hart chuckled with anger as he sat down on the couch, slinging a long leg over the other, and looked up at him.

He really should have been doing some self-reflection.

Had he become more and more benevolent over these past few months, or had everyone grown bold as bears and leopards?

Every Tom, Dick, and Harry dared to come before him and make threats!

"Do you want hush money? Then name your price, let’s hear it." His smile was evident, yet his eyes were as cold as arctic ice.

"Heh heh..." The paparazzi snickered obsequiously, "Mr. Hart sure is a straightforward man. But this matter could’ve been handled by your staff, why did you receive me personally?"

"Of course, a man like Hart has to show sincerity."

The other party still smiled, saying cunningly, "You decide what to give, as that’s the rule around here. If I spell things out for you and you turn around and accuse me of blackmail, then I’d pay a heavy price."

Lucas King spat, "You sure are experienced, aren’t you!"

"Heh heh, thanks for the compliment. It’s not easy to make a living."

Christopher Hart tugged at his lip, "Money matters are easy to talk about. Let me ask you a few questions first."

The paparazzi was startled, questions?

"How long have you been photographing that foreigner?"

"Since... since the beginning when you and Miss Norton went viral on the trending search, I was originally tracking Miss Norton, but then I accidentally found out she had a special relationship with that foreigner, so I occasionally followed him too."

"How old is the child with that foreigner?"

"How old... probably four or five years old."

Christopher Hart mused silently; this corresponded with what his mother had said.

It looked like they were the two his mother had encountered in the elevator.

He pondered for a moment and then asked, "Do you have clear photos?"

The paparazzi said, "Well... I do have some photos on my phone, but they’re not very clear. I was only photographing that guy incidentally, so I didn’t put much effort into it."

"Show them to me," Christopher Hart reached out his hand.

"Huh?"

Lucas King stepped forward and kicked him, "He’s telling you to take out your phone, what are you hesitating for!"

Only then did the paparazzi react, pulling out his phone with a strange expression and stepping forward.

Weirdly, they had called him in not because he had tarnished his esteemed reputation but to inquire about some child.

What did the kid have to do with him?

The paparazzi found the photos, handed over the phone, and asked in a low voice, full of curiosity, "President Hart... why do you care about the child? Could it be... he’s your secret child lost outside?"

While he gossiped, he couldn’t resist wearing a mischievous grin on his face.

Lucas King stepped forward and kicked him again, "Watch your filthy mouth! Spout nonsense again and I’ll shut you up for good!"

The paparazzi murmured, "But this is a society ruled by law..."

Christopher Hart couldn’t be bothered with him, but he carefully flipped through the photos one by one.

They were taken from a distance, indeed not clear.

Yet when multiple photos were put together and scrutinized, subtle clues emerged.

Those two children, their walking posture, their silhouettes, they looked remarkably like Snow Fitch’s nephew.