Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 270 Who Allowed You to Make Your Own Decisions!

Chapter 270: Chapter 270 Who Allowed You to Make Your Own Decisions!

Amelia Garcia met with Snow Fitch, and together they went to meet two big shots from the investment circle.

Just as Snow had said, they were very optimistic about Venus’s current development and prospects and showed considerable interest in the project.

However, after all, it was an investment of one or two hundred million, and many details still needed to be communicated and deepened.

"Miss Norton, Miss Fitch, we have something else at noon, so let’s stop here for today. We have a trip this afternoon and should be back in three days if nothing unexpected happens. We hope that next time we meet, Miss Norton can prepare a more detailed and comprehensive proposal, which will facilitate our team in making a more accurate judgment," they said politely after about half an hour of discussion while glancing at their wristwatches.

Amelia’s heart was filled with joy, and she stood up excitedly, nodding incessantly: "Sure, thank you President Lewis and President Morgan. I’ll definitely refine the project proposal as soon as possible and hope to finalize the cooperation next time we meet."

"Good, we are also looking forward to cooperating with Venus."

After a polite handshake, the other party got up and left.

"That’s great!" Amelia clenched her fists in excitement and turned to hug her best friend. "Snow! Snow! You’re amazing! How did you get in touch with them? I really can’t thank you enough!"

Snow was shaken by her hug and couldn’t stop smiling, but she said with clearheadedness, "Don’t celebrate too soon. The money isn’t in our hands yet; anything can happen."

At that moment, Snow had no idea that she was behaving like a Prophet.

"It’s fine, I feel it’s almost a sure thing! The kind of venture capitalists who easily spend tens or even hundreds of millions wouldn’t just lead me on!"

In her years in the workplace, Amelia felt she had a knack for judging people and situations, and she believed this cooperation was a sure bet.

"Let’s go, have lunch together! My treat!"

A puzzled Snow asked, "Isn’t Christopher having surgery today? Aren’t you rushing back to the hospital?"

"His surgery won’t be finished so soon... And besides, with his parents there, I’d only be an eyesore. It’s better to wait for them to leave and go there later in the evening."

"Are your ex-in-laws still hostile towards you? Their son can’t live without you, and he nearly lost his life because of it. Haven’t they changed their attitude?"

Amelia smiled, "They are convinced I’ve cast a spell on Christopher, which only intensifies their rejection of me. How could they change their attitude? But that’s fine, I’m not thinking about getting back together anyway, so let them be."

Snow gave her a meaningful look, "That’s just your one-sided thought, isn’t it? I don’t believe for a second that you can escape Christopher’s clutches in this lifetime."

"Let’s not talk about him, okay? Let’s go eat!"

"Okay!" Snow nodded, putting an arm around her shoulder, and said cheerfully, "But... you value your bestie more than men; it really makes all my worrying and running around worthwhile."

Amelia responded cheesily, "Absolutely! You’re so many times more important to me than he is! I don’t even know how to thank you."

"Hehe... I’m also one of Venus’s shareholders now. My eagerness to help you is of course for my own sake as well. You make the Venus brand thrive and grow, and making my money pile up will be the best reward for me!"

"Okay, I definitely won’t let you down!"

"Hahaha... Let’s go, let’s have a feast!"

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Christopher Hart’s surgery lasted for four hours.

When he woke from the anesthesia, it was already evening.

He had fantasized that by entering the operating room once more, a miracle might occur, and upon waking, he might regain his sight and see the person he wanted to see first.

However, when he woke up again, it was still pitch darkness before his eyes.

And the room was eerily quiet as if there was no one around.

The abdominal surgery was mainly to repair the damaged internal organs, the doctor had said, and after he recovered, he would be able to come off the respirator.

After the internal injuries healed and he recuperated for a while, he could start rehabilitation therapy.

He was anxious, eager to recover sooner.

Otherwise, the longer he lay there, the more his nerves and muscles would atrophy, and the harder it would be for him to stand up again in the future.

If he had to spend his whole life confined to bed, how could he pursue the one he liked? How could he accompany the growth of his child? How could he manage the Seal-Cloud Corporation?

If he couldn’t do these things, life would have no meaning for him.

As the anesthesia wore off, the pain in his abdomen began to sharpen.

He couldn’t see, he couldn’t move, and he didn’t want to call out in a weak voice, so he had to grit his teeth and endure the pain silently.

Amidst the pain, he tried hard to recall the past.

Regrettably, he still couldn’t remember when he had screwed up and broken Amelia’s heart, nor could he remember when he got married and then divorced...

It was said his daughter had grown up with him, weak and ill from premature birth and had undergone numerous surgeries to finally cure her ailments. Now she was healthy and well.

But none of this rang any memories for him.

The voices of the three children echoed in his ears, and he wished his eyes would suddenly recover so he could see what his and Amelia’s children looked like.

Were they like their father... or like their mother.

"Mr. Hart, you’re awake!" The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open, and the caregiver’s voice came through.

Christopher gritted his teeth in silence, but the cold sweat on his forehead revealed his body’s pain.

"Mr. Hart, is it the wound that’s hurting?"

He remained silent.

The caregiver turned and left, and soon, a large group of medical staff arrived, along with Emma Carter.

After a thorough examination, the chief doctor looked fairly relaxed: "Old Lady Hart, don’t worry. The surgery went very smoothly, and now that he’s awake, there should be no major issues. Just take good care of him, remove the stitches in a week, and see... maybe he can go home and recuperate."

Emma nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, doctor, that’s great news!"

After the medical staff left, Emma Carter immediately went to the bedside.

"Christopher, you heard what the doctor said, everything went smoothly, so don’t worry, just focus on getting better."

Christopher Hart did not respond, but asked weakly, "Amelia... and the kids?"

Emma Carter’s face fell, and she said irritably, "They left a long time ago! The moment you entered the operating room, they didn’t stay for a second."

...

Christopher Hart’s face showed confusion and appeared doubtful.

Emma Carter repeated herself numerous times, "That woman is heartless, and it’s only you who are so charmed by her that you see everything she does in a positive light!"

"Could it be... that you and Dad made things difficult for her and the kids again?"

"Made things difficult?" Emma Carter raised her voice, ignoring her son’s pain from just waking up from surgery, and couldn’t help but want to state her case.

"The other day, you asked your dad to help her out, and the problem was solved, wasn’t it? If she had any conscience, shouldn’t she think about repaying us? I was just asking the kids if they wanted to go home with grandpa and grandma for a couple of days, and she had such a long face—"

Christopher Hart’s pale face showed obvious dissatisfaction, but he lacked the strength to speak quickly, "The children... aren’t familiar with you, it’s normal they don’t want to... I believe, it’s not that she’s unwilling."

The "reborn" Christopher Hart, with memories stuck in his teens, was particularly trusting of Amelia Garcia.

As Emma Carter listened to her son’s words, her mouth moved but she didn’t know how to respond, feeling both helpless and angry.

Was it possible that she had committed great sins in her past life, and now the heavens were punishing her like this?

The way her daughter was, there was never-ending worry; originally, she thought her son would be filial and considerate, but who knew... he was even more stubborn! An unfilial son!

"Fine, if you like her so much, let her take care of you! Wendy is obedient and sensible, knows how to be considerate of my feelings, I’ll just go and be with Wendy!"

After saying it angrily, Emma Carter did not wait for her son to respond and turned around and left furiously.

The hospital room fell quiet again, Christopher Hart closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple moved slowly, and his frown remained tightly knit, with furrows piled up like small mountains on both sides of his brow.

On one side was his family, on the other, his lover—why did they have to be like fire and water?

Just having undergone surgery, his body was indeed weak, and though he wanted to see Amelia and the children, he couldn’t withstand the onslaught of pain and drowsiness, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

Meanwhile, Amelia Garcia, after having lunch with Snow Fitch, it was already two in the afternoon.

Shaw called her, saying there was an issue at the studio. Originally, Kane was responsible for that matter, but now with a new executive taking over, there were bound to be some slip-ups, she had to rush back to deal with it.

Caught up in the busyness, evening arrived.

When she got home, the kids rushed up to her and asked, "Mommy, did you go to the hospital to see Daddy? Is his surgery done? Does it hurt? Did he cry?"

Listening to the kids’ barrage of questions, Amelia Garcia suddenly remembered she had forgotten someone!

Heavens—

It was already night, and visiting hours at the hospital were long over, and he would surely be asleep by now.

After all, having just had surgery, he would definitely be weak.

It wouldn’t be right for her to go now...

But even as she reassured herself, there was still a trace of unease in her heart.

Knowing that guy’s temper, if he didn’t see her and the kids after surgery, he would surely lose his temper.

However, he hadn’t asked the caregiver to call, did that mean he wasn’t angry?

Or maybe, he never even woke up?

Amelia Garcia, watching the eager eyes of her children, smiled gently and soothed them, "Daddy has just had surgery, he’s very weak and still sleeping. Let’s disturb him in a couple of days, okay?"

"Oh... can I call Daddy tomorrow?" Hope was truly the little quilt, and being closer to her father, she was more concerned.

"Yes, of course, you can."

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The next day.

When Christopher Hart woke up, the doctor just happened to come in for rounds.

A noisy bunch of people were touching him all over, but since he couldn’t feel it, he simply lay there like a puppet, allowing them to handle him as they pleased.

"The situation is still stable, take care of yourself. If there’s any discomfort, call the nurse," the head doctor finished the checkup with a brief instruction, then left with a group of white coats in tow.

Finally getting some quiet, Christopher Hart pondered for a moment, then said to the caregiver, "Call her."

The caregiver, already aware of who "she" was, quickly replied, "Mr. Hart, Miss Garcia called early in the morning to ask about your condition. Seeing you were sleeping deeply, I didn’t wake you..."

His eyes, which had just closed, snapped open, and his head turned a little, "Who asked you to decide on your own!"

The caregiver said awkwardly, "I saw you last night... because of the pain from the surgical wound, you hardly slept at all, and at that moment you were sleeping so heavily..."

"Next time you take liberties like that, you can leave!"

"Yes..."

After a pause, he spoke again, "Did she say when she’s coming?"

"Miss Garcia said she has important work to handle, and once she’s free, she’ll come. She asked you to rest well and not... not—"

"Not what?"

The caregiver hesitated, "Not to... fly off the handle..."

Christopher Hart: "..."