Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 262: Are You Trying to Starve Me?

Chapter 262: Chapter 262: Are You Trying to Starve Me?

Christopher Hart woke up early, anxiously hoping.

Amelia had said she would come to the hospital to deliver soup today, but she hadn’t mentioned what time.

After asking the caregiver about the time several times, which left the caregiver baffled, "Mr. Hart, do you have some kind of emergency? Should I call for you?"

He wanted to call, but when the words reached his lips, he changed his mind, "No need, it’s nothing."

He closed his eyes to continue resting.

But sleep evaded him.

Agitatingly waiting, not knowing how much time had passed, he suddenly opened his eyes, inexplicably asking, "Do I look scruffy with a beard all over my face?"

The caregiver stared at him and assessed, "Mmm, a bit."

"Help me shave."

Shave?

The caregiver was startled.

"What’s wrong, don’t you have a razor?" Not hearing any activity, Christopher raised his voice and asked.

"Oh, no, we have one, we have one... I’ll go prepare it right away." The caregiver, assured he had heard correctly, hurriedly agreed and turned to prepare the tools.

Applying the shaving cream and starting up the electric shaver, it didn’t take long for Mr. Hart’s face, which had sprouted quite a beard over these past days, to be cleaned up completely.

His handsome face regained its past allure, and due to weight loss, his features and jawline appeared even more sharply defined.

"Mr. Hart, all done."

"Mhm." He responded, then slightly twisted his head, sniffing his own scent, "Do I smell bad?"

The caregiver: "..."

What was going on with Mr. Hart today?

"I want to change my clothes and the bed sheets and quilt cover."

Ever since that day when Amelia Garcia helped him turn over and wiped down his body, he insisted on wearing clothes to the doctor, so now he was no longer in a state of undress.

However, the patient’s gown and bed sheets had just been changed yesterday, and it had only been one night...

"Didn’t you hear me?"

"Yes, I will go get clean clothes and bed sheets and quilt cover from the nurse."

The caregiver looked at him as if he were a monster and went out to find a nurse.

By the way, he called in a male nurse to help, who swiftly changed him inside and out, and also changed the bed sheets and quilt cover.

For women, vanity is for those who court their delight.

Today, that "woman" was Mr. Hart.

With everything in order, his anticipation grew even more.

"What time is it now?"

"It’s almost ten o’clock, Mr. Hart. Do you want to sleep a bit?"

It’s almost ten o’clock, and she still hasn’t come. What’s the delay? Or did she change her mind and doesn’t want to come?

He planned to act with pride, indifferent if she didn’t show up, but that pride lasted less than three minutes before he caved.

"Make a call."

He gave a phone number, and the caregiver dialed it, putting it on speaker.

The "du-du" sound on the other end repeated, but call was not picked up. His anxiousness grew; she was supposed to come, but didn’t, and now she wasn’t answering calls – could something have happened?

"Mr. Hart, no one is answering..." The caregiver waited a long time, then reminded him in a low voice.

Lying stiffly, his complexion turned anxious, and he quickly commanded, "Call Benny Palmer."

There was a phone book next to the landline, which listed the contact information for major family and friends.

The caregiver located Benny Palmer’s number and called right away.

"Benny, I can’t reach Amelia. Check with the property management or think of something to make sure. See if she’s still at home."

His woman and child both lived in a villa owned by a good brother, which Christopher had known from the start.

Thus, being unable to contact Amelia, he immediately thought to reach out to the "landlord."

Upon hearing this, Benny was indeed speechless, "I’m busy as hell every day, and now I have to go find your woman and child?"

"Hurry up!"

"I got it, wait!"

He hung up irritably, then first called Amelia Garcia, and as expected, no one answered.

Worried that something might have happened, he immediately called Fuller and received the reply, "Mrs. left the house about half an hour ago."

Half an hour from home but unreachable, fearing an accident, Benny quickly notified Lucas King and asked him to send someone to look for her.

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The "missing" Amelia Garcia had just met up with Snow Fitch and the two rushed into a building.

She had seen a WhatsApp voice message from her best friend asking her availability to meet a boss for an investment discussion just as she was leaving the house.

She couldn’t ask for more!

So, they agreed upon a place, and she hurried over.

"My darling, this boss is well acquainted with my dad. I mentioned it to him, and he seemed really interested. He wants to meet with you. If it goes well, investing a billion isn’t a problem!"

"Really?!"

Amelia was tempted, and secretly started planning in her mind how to negotiate upon meeting.

It all happened so suddenly, she was completely unprepared.

Upon reaching the office, the boss’s secretary only invited Amelia inside, asking Snow to wait outside.

"Go on... call me if anything comes up, or if it’s inconvenient to talk, just send a WhatsApp!"

"Okay."

Amelia entered alone, Snow waited outside, flipping through her contacts to continue searching for potential partners.

After a while, her best friend hadn’t come out yet. She sent a WhatsApp to inquire how the talk was going, but received no reply.

Thinking they were deep in conversation, Snow didn’t worry too much, until her phone rang with a call from an unknown number.

"Hello..."

"Is this Snow Fitch? I’m Benny Palmer. Have you heard from Amelia Garcia?" His tone was urgent and tense. He didn’t wait for Snow to finish answering and interrupted with the question.

Snow was startled, "Amelia, she..."

Snow hesitated, unsure whether to tell the truth—because Amelia had repeatedly emphasized that this matter must not be disclosed to Christopher.

But Benny was too clever; seeing her fumble, he understood everything.

"You two are together, aren’t you? What’s with her phone? I’ve been calling non-stop, and she won’t pick up!"

Snow asked instead of answering, "Why are you looking for her?"

"Why am I looking for her?" Benny, sounding exasperated, thought ’she isn’t my woman, why would I look for her?’ "Of course, I’m not the one looking!"

"Then..."

"If she had a fight with Christopher and doesn’t want to answer the phone, she at least could let someone know she’s safe! That guy can’t find her and is going crazy!"

Snow was baffled, "They... had a fight?"

"How would I know! Just get her to call back the hospital room quickly, I’m worried the delay may cost someone’s life!" Clearly exasperated by the pair of them, Benny gave a terse instruction and then hung up.

Snow stared at her phone, confused.

Just a moment of no contact, and this fuss?

Though she complained internally, she still didn’t dare delay and stood up to find Amelia.

After the secretary helped to announce her, before Snow could go in, Amelia came out instead.

"Huh? It’s over? How did it go?"

Snow Fitch asked, and before Amelia Garcia could answer, the boss came out smiling and said, "Think it over again, I am quite sincere. Little Snow, try to persuade your friend too."

"Snow, let’s go!"

Amelia Garcia didn’t bother to respond and just pulled Snow Fitch away.

Inside the elevator, Snow Fitch was confused, "What happened? He isn’t harassing you, is he?"

"No. He did say that if I agreed to his terms, he’d be willing to invest a hundred million."

"Then... what are the terms?"

"He knows about my relationship with Christopher Hart and said that if there were a chance in the future, he’d like me to help him promote cooperation with Seal-Cloud Corporation."

Ultimately, that person’s interest in investing was a sham; his real aim was to climb the ladder through her connection to the influential Christopher Hart.

She had gone to great lengths precisely to avoid troubling that man.

But after going in circles, she was back where she started—what was the point?

"Oh..." Snow Fitch understood and nodded, "So that’s his angle. It’s typical of a businessman to think three steps ahead, always considering their interests. It’s not entirely blameworthy."

"Yeah, no rush, we’ll look for someone else."

As she finished speaking, something suddenly occurred to Snow Fitch. "Right! Benny Palmer called me because he couldn’t reach you on your phone, and Christopher Hart can’t find you; he’s going crazy! He also mentioned that you two had a fight or something—I didn’t quite understand... Anyway, you better call him back ASAP!"

Amelia Garcia frowned, puzzled, "My phone not reachable? I didn’t hear it ring at all!"

"Did you hear the WhatsApp message I sent you just now?"

"You sent me a WhatsApp message?"

While speaking, Amelia Garcia took out her phone and had an epiphany, "Ah! I was accompanying Hope to sleep last night, and I was talking to a colleague about something. I didn’t want the constant ringing to wake her, so I put it on silent and forgot to switch it back!"

"How did I get hold of you this morning then?"

"When I left the house, I happened to look at WhatsApp."

"Alright then..."

As they spoke, Amelia Garcia took out her phone and lit up the screen—sure enough, there were over a dozen missed calls!

Knowing Christopher Hart’s volatile temper, he must have blown his top after not being able to find her for so long!

Luckily, he wasn’t in any condition to move right now, or there would be a complete disaster!

"Did you two really have a fight?"

"No... how could I be in the mood to quarrel with him right now? I simply told him I’d visit him today and haven’t shown up yet—he’s probably furious over that," explained Amelia Garcia, as she found the hospital’s landline number in her contacts and dialed.

She was ready for it, but when the thunderous roar of the patient erupted through the phone, she still couldn’t help but move it away from her ear immediately—

"Amelia Garcia! What are you doing? I’ve been trying to call you! Did you forget what you promised me yesterday?"

After the yelling subsided, she brought the phone back to her ear, "Um... Last night, I was with Hope and set my phone to silent. I forgot to turn the sound back on this morning."

"Are you brainless? How could you forget that?"

"Hey! Cut it out! I was busy this morning, what’s wrong with being delayed a bit? Why are you losing your temper over it?"

"Delayed a bit? It’s already afternoon! And if you were held up, couldn’t you have let me know?"

Amelia Garcia rolled her eyes, unapologetically retorting, "Sorry, I genuinely didn’t think of that."

After all, their relationship had long been strained; she wasn’t in the habit of reporting back to him on everything.

"Fine, I’ll be there soon. Hanging up."

After ending the call, Snow Fitch stared at her intensely. "You two... what’s the situation now? Are you making up?"

"No."

"Then...?"

Ah!

At this point, Amelia Garcia sighed, "His examination results weren’t good, and it’s highly possible that he won’t recover to normal. The shock has hit him hard, and lately, he’s been neglectful and uncooperative with the doctors. I have no choice but to go see him, to intimidate and entice him, and sometimes to cajole him."

"Ah... that bad, huh! Based on how booming his voice was, I thought he was recovering well!"

Amelia Garcia snarked, "Even if he’s on his last breath, his anger can still shake the earth."

Snow Fitch was momentarily speechless, then expressed her concerns, "If he’s going to be like this for life, are you really going to stick by him? And you say this isn’t making up?"

Amelia Garcia didn’t know how to explain to her best friend, her expression full of frustration as she said, "I’m not in the mood to think about that right now, let me deal with the company’s issues first."

Back in the car, Amelia saw the thermos on the passenger seat and sighed again—she’d forgotten to bring him the soup.

It was already noon...

She wondered if it was still drinkable.

She had to hurry over.

However, against her hopes, she encountered a traffic accident in the tunnel beneath the river, which delayed her for another hour or so.

By the time she arrived at the hospital room, it was one in the afternoon.

She hadn’t eaten lunch, her stomach growling. She thought about pacifying him in the room first, then finding a fast-food restaurant to fill her belly.

Pushing open the hospital room door, the caregiver saw her and almost burst into tears, "Miss Garcia, you’ve finally arrived! Mr. Hart has been waiting..."

"You get out!"

The Mr. Hart lying on the bed didn’t even let him finish his sentence, dismissing him coldly.

The caregiver didn’t dare say more and quickly disappeared.

Amelia, starving, didn’t have the energy to confront him. She walked to the bed, carrying the thermos, and said softly, "You’ve had lunch, right? The soup’s been sitting too long, I don’t even know if it’s still good."

No sooner had she finished speaking than the lid of the thermos was unscrewed, a dribble of steam falling into the soup, accompanied by a whiff of warm, meaty odor that assaulted her senses.

Ugh, it was slightly nauseating.

With a frown, she waved her hand, stepping aside a bit, "Forget it, just pour it out, it’s not fresh anymore."

"Give it to me," said the stern face on the bed, his thin lips pressing out two words.

Amelia looked over, "What did you say?"

"I said give it to me! Do you want to starve me to death?"

Amelia glared, realizing, "You... you haven’t eaten anything since this morning, just waiting for me to bring you the soup, have you?"

The man’s lips remained sealed, not uttering a sound.

She had said she would bring soup today; if he had eaten already and couldn’t drink the soup, wouldn’t it be a waste of her effort?

So he just waited, with an empty stomach.

"You really are..." Amelia looked at his stubborn and literal manner, so angry she couldn’t get her words out straight, "Christopher Hart, can you not be so childish? Don’t you know your own condition? And you’re starving yourself for half the day!"

"If you know what my condition is, then why didn’t you keep your word?"

"I... I told you something came up!" Amelia looked at him, she had intended to give him a good scolding, but then she thought arguing with this man was like casting pearls before swine, so she stopped.

"Never mind, I’ll order something. You can’t drink this soup, it might have gone bad..."

"I want the soup."

"You..."

"If we order now, it will take at least another half hour. I’m afraid I’ll be reporting to King Rhys before the food even arrives."

"..." Amelia knew he was exaggerating, but with the thought of him being hungry for so long, she didn’t feel like arguing and poured him a bowl.

Sitting by the bed, she muttered to herself, "Disasters last a millennium. You didn’t die falling from the seventh floor, so you probably won’t die from a bowl of spoiled soup either, right?"

The man paid her no attention, but his chin, half-raised beneath a handsome face, tilted toward her hand, clearly urging her on.

Amelia pursed her lips and clenched her teeth inwardly, swallowing her displeasure, and carefully fed him.

Spoonful by spoonful, the bowl was finished quickly.

Honestly, she felt the soup... was a bit off, and didn’t know how he could stomach it.

"Christopher Hart, has your sense of taste gone off?"

The man’s expression didn’t change, "A bit gamy."

"..." So he did notice. Amelia felt embarrassed, and although he couldn’t see her, she blushed with discomfort.

"That’s enough... If your mother finds out I gave you spoiled soup, she would definitely send someone to hunt me down."