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Chapter 249 Amnesia

Chapter 249: Chapter 249 Amnesia

"Besides... who is Amelia? Is she the mother of the children? Mr. Hart just woke up and kept calling for Amelia, concerned about her condition."

The director looked puzzled and turned to George Hart and Emma Carter, seeking confirmation.

Emma Carter’s face changed abruptly, reacting with jealousy and anger, "Are you saying... when my son woke up, the first thing he did was ask about that woman?!"

"Old Lady Hart, it’s a good sign that he still remembers the people around him. When he wakes up again, you can let the mother of the children go in and talk to him more; it might help him recover more memories."

The director kindly suggested, but Emma Carter immediately refused without a thought, "No need! If my son remembers her, he certainly remembers me, his mother. It will be enough for us to accompany him."

"Old Lady Hart, this—"

"Director, you should focus on curing my son’s eyes quickly; nothing else matters."

Emma Carter did not want to hear anyone’s persuasion and could not accept that her son had first inquired about Amelia Garcia upon waking.

She had already decided that they should never meet again!

That woman was just trouble, nearly causing her son’s death. Now that he had narrowly escaped death, she was determined to separate them and bring peace back to the Hart family!

Snow Fitch stood at the corner of the hallway, outraged by these words. He bit his lip, about to burst out and argue, but Amelia Garcia held him back in time.

"Why are you holding me back? What kind of mother acts like this? She never asks what her son truly wants! At a time like this, instead of fulfilling her son’s wishes and thinking about what would be best for her son’s recovery—she only thinks about how to hurt you, exclude you, and slander you!"

Snow Fitch rattled off a tirade, visibly upset.

Amelia Garcia pulled her away and said calmly, "And what good would arguing do? Would she listen?"

"But I can’t stand it!"

"It doesn’t matter, just ignore it."

Amelia Garcia remained exceptionally calm, unfazed.

She had already considered that Christopher Hart waking up and surviving was fortunate enough; she dared not ask for more.

As for Emma Carter’s attitude, she didn’t care.

Christopher Hart was the children’s father, and whenever the children wanted to see their dad, she would definitely meet their wishes.

Would she back down just because Emma Carter forbade her?

She didn’t believe Emma Carter could guard him twenty-four hours a day.

So, arguing was needless, as it would only upset her.

While Emma Carter and her husband were still talking with the doctor, Amelia Garcia went outside the ward to find another doctor to inquire about Christopher Hart’s condition.

"Mr. Hart’s condition is basically stable now, and he can be moved out of the ICU tomorrow, which will facilitate family members to take care of him at any time. However, this doesn’t mean his condition isn’t severe."

"His brain injury is severe, necessitating a long period of rest and recovery. Additionally, there’s damage to his abdomen. After a consultation, the directors unanimously decided that a second abdominal surgery is necessary to continue repairing the damaged organs."

"Besides... he has fractures in all limbs and has suffered spinal shock; even if not paralyzed, the subsequent recovery treatment will be extremely lengthy and difficult."

Hearing the doctor’s words, Amelia Garcia’s heart plunged again.

Snow Fitch saw her dispirited appearance and sympathetically said, "This... sounds too tragic. I don’t know if he can withstand such a huge blow..."

Amelia Garcia remained silent.

She was uncertain if Christopher Hart could accept all of this.

To exaggerate only slightly, even though he had woken up and reclaimed his life, he was almost no different from a disabled person.

"Doctor, can I go in to see him now? I know he’s asleep—"

Amelia Garcia hadn’t finished speaking when Emma Carter firmly interrupted from behind: "No! From today on, don’t come to disturb Christopher anymore, or don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

Snow Fitch snapped back, "You’ve already crossed all limits, how could you be any more ruthless?"

"Excessive to the extreme?" Emma Carter snorted coldly, "I still haven’t taken back both children, and I have already done more than enough!"

Amelia Garcia, her expression unwavering and firm, replied, "You missed the perfect opportunity when your son was unconscious. Now, it’s not just that I don’t agree, your son wouldn’t agree either."

"Don’t use Christopher to pressure me! He’s only confused because of your deceit! Don’t come and bewitch him again, he will naturally understand who he should listen to!"

At this point, Amelia Garcia didn’t want to argue anymore.

After all, the man was awake, and she was not alone anymore.

"Snow, let’s go."

Snow Fitch spat fiercely at the Hart family and left with Amelia Garcia.

———

The next morning, Christopher Hart moved out of the ICU and into the VIP ward.

He woke up again, but his vision was still completely dark, unable to see even a hint of light.

The breathing mask was removed, but due to severe lung damage, he could not breathe entirely on his own, so there was still an oxygen tube at his nose, his face still ashen and haggard.

Emma Carter moved quietly to his bedside. Watching her son, she hadn’t yet spoken before tears began to roll down her cheeks.

Christopher Hart heard the sound and turned his face slightly towards it, speaking softly, "Who is it?"

"Christopher..." Emma Carter took her son’s hand, sobbing uncontrollably, "It’s Mom... You’ve finally woken up, you can talk, I feel... like it’s a dream. I’m so afraid this is just a dream... Christopher, do you know how I’ve been these days..."

Christopher Hart "looked" towards Emma Carter, his face subtly fluctuating, "Mom..."

"As long as you remember me, that’s good, that’s very good..."

Upon hearing her son call her, Emma Carter was somewhat invigorated and quickly pulled over her husband’s hand to join with their son’s.

"Christopher, this is your dad. Throughout these days... we’ve been in the hospital, anxious..."

Christopher Hart once again relied on instinct, raising his eyes slightly, "looking" towards George Hart, "Dad..."

George Hart watched his son, tightly holding his hand, his breathing intense. "As long as you’ve woken up, that’s good! Wendy was supposed to come too, but she has an examination today. She’ll visit you later."

"Mmm, her health isn’t good, let her rest well, don’t worry about me..."

Emma Carter felt somewhat relieved, "Luckily, you still remember us... The doctors had said before that you might—"

Before she could finish, George Hart nudged her gently, signaling her not to speak those ominous words.

Emma Carter got the message and stopped immediately, changing her words: "It’s good that you’re awake, let’s not talk about anything else. The doctor said you are still weak, shouldn’t talk much, and need to rest well. Don’t talk, just keep sleeping."

But Christopher Hart couldn’t sleep.

From the moment he woke up yesterday until now, he hadn’t seen the person he most wanted to see.

"Mom, where is Amelia? Why... hasn’t she come at all?" Christopher Hart asked slowly, his expression anxious.

Emma Carter’s expression instantly hardened, her tone also becoming colder, "Why are you always thinking about her? If it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t be in this state!"

"Mom... how can you blame her? It was my fault for not taking care of her, causing her to roll down the steep slope. It was only right for me to save her."

"What?" Emma Carter’s previously indifferent face suddenly wrinkled in shock, she quickly asked, "What slope? Who rolled down a slope?"

The man calmly explained, "We went hiking, accidentally rolled down a slope, I got injured, so we came to the hospital..."

Emma Carter turned pale, frozen in shock for a few seconds before she turned back to look at her husband, her words faltering, "George... this... could his brain be..."

Before she could finish, she quickly stood up and called for the doctor, "Doctor! Doctor!"

Christopher Hart, unclear about the situation, sensed from his mother’s frantic and urgent reaction, maybe he had said something wrong.

Wasn’t he injured from rolling down the steep slope?