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Chapter 246 This is President Hart’s Intention
Chapter 246: Chapter 246 This is President Hart’s Intention
Amelia Garcia sat in the corridor with her son in her arms. When she heard the doctor’s words, she turned her head in shock.
Dementia?
Cerebral palsy?
Could Christopher Hart, a man so domineering and esteemed, truly become a victim of dementia or cerebral palsy? His intellect and cognition plummeting to that of a child’s level?
Wasn’t this... even crueler than taking his life?
If he were to wake up with his senses intact, and learned of what he had become, he would probably rather die.
Emma Carter couldn’t accept this conclusion either. She was stunned for a moment, then, coming to her senses, almost knelt as she grabbed the chief physician—
"Doctor! Doctor! I beg you, you must save my son! He’s still so young, he can’t become an idiot! You must save him! Cure him!"
"Old Lady Hart, please get up! Get up!" The chief physician was so frightened that he quickly pulled her up, speaking with difficulty, "Even with treatment, we have to wait until Mr. Hart is fully awake and we fully understand the damage to his brain before we can provide targeted treatment. Right now... we can only try to preserve his life, anything else... is beyond our capacity."
Hearing the doctor’s words, Emma Carter couldn’t accept it, and she collapsed, crying into her husband’s arms, "Why does my son have to be so unlucky... Oh, oh, oh, an perfectly fine person, suddenly like this... Heaven is too cruel! I only have two children, why won’t they let me have one that’s intact, why..."
A moment ago, Amelia Garcia was berating Emma Carter, but now, hearing her crying and wailing, her heart softened with compassions.
Indeed, Emma Carter had only one pair of children, one of whom had been frail and sickly since birth, spending their years moving between hospitals and nursing homes, resorting to a wheelchair when the illness got severe.
And the other, who had been perfectly fine, now faced this sudden disaster, barely escaping with his life and potentially becoming vegetative or mentally incapacitated.
Such a blow would devastate any parent.
Suddenly not wanting to argue anymore, she took Noah by the hand and stood up, quietly walking away.
Benny Palmer watched her pale, grief-stricken face, and followed her, worried, "Amelia... you, you wouldn’t be despising Christopher after hearing what the doctor said, would you? Nowadays, medicine is advanced, and as long as he can wake up, if it can’t be treated domestically we can go abroad. There will definitely be a way."
Amelia Garcia looked at him, forcing a smile with difficulty, "Young Master Palmer, I divorced him a long time ago. There’s no talk of despising anyone. For me, he is just the father of my children, nothing more. Of course, I hope he is well, I hope the children still have a father. No matter what he becomes, as long as he’s still alive, I will bring the children to see him."
Benny Palmer didn’t know how to respond to her words.
He thought that in the face of danger, she had finally realized her deep-seated affection and reawakened the love that had been buried for many years.
He had even hoped that once his good friend woke up, the two would reconcile and the family would be reunited, turning tragedy into a blessing.
But her words meant she had not changed her mind.
The elevator arrived, and Amelia Garcia walked in with her son and pressed the button to close the doors.
Benny Palmer sighed helplessly and could only watch as they left.
Stepping out of the inpatient building, she looked up and saw Kane waiting at the entrance.
She approached him and asked in a low voice, "How long have you been here?"
"Not long," Kane replied. "I knew you were still upstairs, so I waited here."
After all, as an outsider, there was no need for him to go up and be in the way.
She smiled faintly, "Let’s go..."
On the way back, mother and son sat in the back, quiet and speechless.
Kane glanced at them several times through the rearview mirror, his eyes full of concern.
After a while, he finally said, "Amelia... do you think, maybe consider asking those people from the house to leave?"
"Hm?" Amelia Garcia was taken aback, then came to her senses, meeting the man’s eyes in the rearview mirror, "Which people?"
She hadn’t yet realized what he was referring to.
After all, those bodyguards and the butler, after all they are...
After all, they are people of the Hart Family, now staying at home to take care of the children. Isn’t that the same as inviting the wolf into your home?
What if, at any time, they sneak the children away?
"Oh..." Amelia came to her senses, understood, but almost without hesitation, said, "No need, they obey Christopher and won’t follow orders from other people in the Hart Family."
Kane was somewhat surprised, "You’re that sure? After all, that person is in a coma now and even if he woke up, he might not be able to do anything in the future..."
His words did not shock Amelia.
Perhaps he had just gone upstairs and heard the doctors.
Contemplating Kane’s concerns, she asked herself, why did she trust Christopher’s people so much?
She didn’t know.
But she was absolutely certain, that although the guy was extremely overbearing and infuriating on normal days, she inexplicably believed that he would not let his own people obey the Hart Family.
If he had agreed with Emma and the others, then Noah and Ethan would have been taken away by him a long time ago to return to the Hart Family and acknowledge their roots.
With this thought, Amelia’s heart suddenly felt sour, and her eyes began to burn with heat again.
It seemed that it was not until this moment that she clearly realized—since their reunion, Christopher’s unique "protection" of her.
It appeared... only he allowed himself to tease and bully her recklessly, never permitting anyone else to offend her in the slightest.
And no matter how he angered her, he never crossed her bottom line.
Even though he claimed he wanted to take the children away, he never took such action.
Unable to hold back her tears, she looked out the window and quickly raised her hand to wipe them away.
He must be sincerely repenting, earnestly trying to make amends...
But if only he had known this would happen, why did he ever start it in the first place.
————
When she returned home, Ethan was still sleeping, and Fuller relayed the family doctor’s words.
"The doctor said, Master Ethan’s illness and fever are mainly caused by excessive fright, and he recommends taking him to see a psychologist for a while to disperse the fear in his heart and prevent any psychological shadows," Fuller explained.
Amelia looked at her younger son, his brows still furrowed in sleep, his eyes occasionally moving restlessly, clearly not at peace even in dreams, and nodded, "I understand, I’ll take him to see one when he’s feeling better."
"Um..." Fuller nodded, looked at Amelia, hesitated for a long time before asking, "How is President Hart doing?"
Amelia turned to look at him, thinking of Kane’s concern, suddenly asked, "What are your plans with Aunt Harper if Christopher is no longer here?"
Fuller’s face stiffened, pain and panic flooding his eyes.
Amelia knew he had misunderstood and quickly clarified, "Don’t worry, he’s still here, but the situation is still not optimistic. The doctors say that even if he wakes up, he may not be able to return to a normal state—so, I’m asking about your plans."
Fuller breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as President Hart doesn’t dismiss us, we will always serve him. Of course, with President Hart in this condition, we will follow your orders, ma’am."
"Following my orders?" Amelia was slightly surprised.
"Yes, President Hart instructed us before to only listen to him and you, with everything centered around you and the children. As for the salary, Young Master Palmer will take care of it, so you don’t have to worry."
After Fuller finished, Amelia was silent for a while, her expression frozen.
Fuller knew her feelings were complicated and understood that he was not in a position to comment on his employer’s love life, but after hesitating for a while, he still said, "Ma’am, President Hart has always had only you in his heart from the beginning to the end. He certainly made mistakes and hurt you, but now... isn’t he paying a heavy price? Considering how... pitiful he is, please forgive him."
Fuller didn’t want to describe his boss as "pitiful."
But that was the fact.
"The boss is so pitiable now."
Amelia said nothing, sitting silently by the bed for a while before shaking her hand, signaling him to go out first.
Fuller nodded respectfully and turned to leave.
Amelia sat quietly by the bed, her eyes on her sleeping, ill son, as memories of that perilous night flooded back into her mind.
Christopher Hart’s figure, lunging off the rooftop, refused to leave her sight; the thought brought an uncontrollable sharp pain to her heart each time it surfaced.
If he hadn’t risked his life, Ethan would surely have been doomed, and he wouldn’t be lying here beside her now.
"Baby..." she whispered, holding her son’s small hand, "Do you want to make up with Daddy too? Like your brother, do you want Daddy to lift you up high, to ride on his shoulders like you’re on a plane?"
The room was silent until the ring of a phone shattered the quiet.
Looking at the unfamiliar number, she frowned slightly. Who could this be?
"Hello..."
"Hey, sis! It’s Jacob!"
The voice on the other end was loud and familiar, almost presumptuous.
Amelia took the phone from her ear to look at it, her frown deepening as she registered the name. "Jacob Garcia?"
"Yep!"
"How do you have my number?"
"I got it from Brother King."
"Brother King?" she asked, even more surprised. Which Brother King?
"Yeah! Lucas King! He’s my boss now, mentoring me."
"What?" Amelia’s expression changed. She stood up with the phone and walked out of the bedroom, her tone returning to normal, "You’re saying Lucas King is now teaching you?"
"Christopher’s idea! He thought I should learn from Lucas King, learn some skills, even if it’s a bit boring, but I guess I don’t have much choice."
"Wait, I need to make a call." Amelia was completely baffled and quickly hung up to dial Lucas King.
He answered with a respectful "Madam."
Amelia wondered when these people started to automatically regard her as Christopher Hart’s wife but she didn’t have time to dwell on that now. Speaking urgently, she said, "Lucas, what’s this about Jacob Garcia? He just called me, said he’s working with you, mentioning Christopher’s intention?"
"Oh, yes. I was actually planning to inform you, but considering you’ve been busy these days, I thought not to bother you with this small matter."
"What exactly is going on?"
Christopher had decided that the kid wasn’t rotten to the core, and rather than letting him self-destruct, it would be better to extend a hand, to prevent him from going completely bad in the future and becoming another scourge of society."
This— Amelia didn’t know what to think.
Did a person like Christopher Hart really have a humanitarian side?
Lucas knew what she was worried about and assured her, "Don’t worry, madam, I’m keeping an eye on him. Young Master Palmer knows about this, too. He’s met the kid and said he isn’t bad at heart, just lacked proper guidance."
"And really, we owe him for that night, otherwise we would not have found the young master so quickly."
On hearing this, Amelia became alarmed, "He betrayed his own sister, and you still think he’s not bad enough?"
"Madam, this matter requires a nuanced understanding. The fact that he betrayed his own sister shows that he still has some sense of right and wrong."
"..." Amelia was left speechless.
Not long after hanging up, the strange number called again, and she begrudgingly answered, "Why are you calling me?"
"Sis, you’ve talked it over with Brother King, right? Don’t worry, I won’t harm you guys. My mom and my sister are going to jail, Dad doesn’t care about me, and I don’t want to live a miserable life, so I’m looking for something to do. It’s that simple."
"You’re looking for something to do, why not go to your family company?"
"Tch. What family company? Michael Garcia is struggling himself, selling off company assets. If I went there, wouldn’t I still be working for someone else?"
"If I’m going to work for others, I may as well choose a bigger, more promising company, right?"
"Sis, don’t worry, I won’t ask you for money anymore. I’m calling to tell you that from now on, you’re the only sister I acknowledge! If you need anything, just give me the word. Your brother will do anything for you!"
With that, the line was abruptly cut, leaving Amelia Garcia dumbfounded.
Later, she spoke about this with Snow Fitch, who analyzed, "Isn’t it easy to understand? The kid’s smart, a refined egoist! Knowing he can’t rely on his original family and not wanting to be down and out, he naturally clings to you."
Amelia held her forehead helplessly, "I don’t even know where my future lies..."
The topic grew somber, and Snow sighed, "Be strong, whatever the outcome, you’ve got three kids to look after. You can’t break down."
"I will, no worries... As long as the Hart Family doesn’t come to take my children away, I’m capable of raising the three of them."
After all, she had single-handedly raised two sons over the years and had done quite well.
Adding another daughter wouldn’t be an issue.
Fuller’s assurances had given her quite a bit of comfort.
————
After days of chaos, life somehow had to return to normal.
Ethan was not returning to kindergarten for now and was visiting a psychologist daily, but Noah and Hope kept attending school.
Fuller and Aunt Harper were responsible for ferrying them back and forth every day.
However, there was a new issue.
Her current house was too small; having a few more people around made it inadequate.
Fuller suggested she move with the kids directly to Imperial Garden, but after some thought, she found it unsuitable.
The Hart Family was already hostile towards her, and if she moved to Imperial Garden Villa so "shamelessly," who knew how Emma Carter would react.
With her hands full and spread thin, she simply didn’t have the energy to deal with those conflicts.
Benny Palmer, upon hearing this, immediately arranged another villa for her.
"Don’t worry, it’s my property, not Christopher’s. Even if his people come looking, you can turn them away."
Amelia was grateful, "What about the rent..."
"If I say it’s free, you’d never live there, so you just pay what you see fit."
"Alright, I’ll pay you the market rate."
Just before hanging up, Benny asked, "You haven’t been to the hospital in a few days, don’t you worry about Christopher?"
"I... have a bit of a cold, it’s been inconvenient, let me know if there’s any news."
Realization dawned on Benny after her admission, and he advised, "Take care of yourself."
"Thank you."
Indeed, Amelia had caught a cold.
Perhaps due to being physically weakened after donating blood and the excessive stress, the combination of low blood sugar and a cold forced her to stay in bed for several days, unable to visit the hospital.
It was this period of "lying in" that gave her the energy to seriously contemplate her future plans.
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