Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 271: She Still Has Me in Her Heart

Chapter 271: Chapter 271: She Still Has Me in Her Heart

He drove the caretaker out, Christopher then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Only in sleep could he stop thinking about how heartless and ruthless that woman truly was, only then could he keep his anger at bay.

At this moment, he somewhat believed his mother’s words—that woman must have cast a spell on him, fed him a potion of infatuation.

Otherwise, how could he, despite being tormented this way, still remain hopelessly unable to forget her, and even show signs of deepening "poisoning."

Enough, he didn’t want to think about her anymore, his body was his own.

However, no matter how much he tried to hypnotize himself, he couldn’t get her out of his mind, the more he forced himself, the clearer and angrier he became.

What was so wrong with him?

Even if he had made mistakes in the past, as Benny Palmer had said, in the few months since that woman had returned, he had repeatedly humbled himself trying to compensate and win her back.

He had even risked his life to save their son.

Was that not enough to move her? Not enough to make up for past mistakes?

Christopher fell into deep self-doubt.

Immersed in irritation and depression for who knows how long, the door to the hospital room was pushed open.

He instinctively turned his head, his ears tingling.

The visitor walked in silently, with light steps, his mind slightly shivered, thinking that the relentless woman had finally arrived. He turned his head away, arrogance on display, and coldly threw out the words, "You still know to come?"

"You knew I was coming?" Benny Palmer asked in surprise, simultaneously sending out an email before putting away his phone and looking at him.

Mr. Hart turned his head again, his complexion unpleasant, "Why is it you?"

"Who did you think it was?"

"..."

"Oh... I get it, you’re eagerly waiting for your Amelia."

Benny Palmer knew he was in a bad mood yet deliberately added fuel to the fire.

Christopher: "No one would think you’re mute if you stayed quiet."

"How would you have known it was me if I hadn’t spoken?"

"..." Mr. Hart’s face darkened even more.

Benny Palmer pulled up a chair and sat down, observing his friend for a moment before getting to the point, "How are you feeling? I heard the surgery went well. There’s a saying, those who survive a great disaster are destined for good fortune later, I should really cling to your coattails, my success for the latter half of my life still depends on you!"

"You’re this old, why are you still as talkative as when you were a kid?"

"Dislike me? Let me remind you, your little son is a chatterbox and a foodie too."

"Ethan is adorable." Mr. Hart replied leisurely, not forgetting to throw in a personal attack, "Besides, my son is whatever he is, at least I have a son, and a daughter—while you’re all alone, an old bachelor!"

"Hey, you!" Benny was angered, "You’ve gone too far!"

"Do you actually have anything important? If not, get lost, I need to rest."

When in a good mood, he didn’t mind exchanging verbal jabs with this guy.

But he was in a bad mood now, he didn’t even want to speak, especially since this guy always touched on sore spots, making his anger rise even more.

Unfortunately, he was confined to bed and couldn’t move.

"Hmph!" Benny Palmer huffed irritably, dragging out his tone, "Of course, I came because there’s something I need to discuss, otherwise what do you think? I’m busy every day! Unlike some people, who all day..."

"Are you done yet?"

"Alright, alright! I won’t tease you anymore, back to the main point."

Christopher waited quietly.

"Guess what, the mother of your child, your childhood sweetheart, what has she been up to these days? Busy to the point she didn’t even come to accompany you during your surgery."

Christopher’s expression froze, confusion rising in his vacant eyes, "Busy with what? You know?"

Benny Palmer smiled wryly, continuing leisurely: "Yesterday, while you were in the operating room, she met with two big investors with Snow Fitch, and went off happily for a grand meal that lasted until past two in the afternoon. Then without turning a corner, she went straight back to the office, busy till she went home at night."

He blabbered on, but Christopher distilled a single sentence—met with two big investors.

"What does she want with those people?"

"Seeking investment!"

"Investing in what? Can’t you finish your sentence in one go?"

Benny Palmer leisurely responded, "You’re sick now, your body is weak, can you stop getting angry all the time?"

"..."

"I only found out yesterday morning too, the jewelry brand under her name, called Venus, if I remember correctly... She co-founded it with the Kane family, I told you about this before. Now, the Kane family wants out of the brand, and though she initially wanted to hold full ownership, she didn’t have enough money and had to seek venture capital."

Christopher, upon hearing this, was either too shocked or too angry to speak, his face went blank, and he remained silent.

Benny Palmer looked at his heartbroken and distressed friend, his heart aching, and sighed, "Christopher... from what I see, she has truly moved on, to you... at most, it’s just the friendship between you, and maybe... considering you’re the father of her children."

"Otherwise, how could you encounter such a big issue and not tell me about it, preferring to beg others in a low voice outside?"

Christopher Hart snapped back to reality, his voice stubborn and low, "Impossible, she still has me in her heart."

"Really?" Benny Palmer expressed curiosity, raising an eyebrow, "How can you tell?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before his friend could reply, he quickly changed his words: "Oh no, you can’t see now—so how did you judge?"

Christopher Hart, unable to tolerate it any longer, burst out, "If you can’t speak properly, then get out!"

"Just telling the truth, why do you always get angry?" Benny Palmer immediately smiled apologetically and gently patted his chest, "Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, your health is important."

"..." Christopher Hart couldn’t be bothered with his childish behavior and got back to the point, "How do you know all this? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

"I just said, I only found out yesterday myself; it was Miss Betty who called me voluntarily, saying she was returning to the country and going with Kane to—"

"Who is Betty?"

With his question, Benny Palmer realized, "Oh, I forgot you don’t remember the past."

"..."

"Betty is the fiancée arranged by the Kane Family for Kane, a daughter from a wealthy family, a perfect match. Initially, it was you who asked me to—"

Benny Palmer narrated the causes and consequences of this matter passionately and ended with a smile, "Their marriage, you can say, was facilitated by you playing matchmaker."

Christopher Hart’s slender and handsome face showed an indescribable expression.

It wasn’t because of his own "shameless and clumsy" tactics.

Rather, it was because he had racked his brains and spared no expense to such an extent to win back Amelia.

Yet the result was still far from satisfactory.

"Continue."

"Oh," Benny Palmer took the cue and went back to the previous topic, "that foreign girl is quite conscientious. I just took care of her once when she was heartbroken and drunk, and now that she is leaving, she even called me specifically to invite me to dinner."

"I did a good deed and got a reward, as it should be, so I went. During the meal, she told me about the whole thing."

"Apparently, the reason Kane was willing to let go was that his sister, the Countess herself, came to fetch him to take over the family business and lead the way. With the entire family’s honor resting on his shoulders, even if he loves your Amelia, he had no choice but to let go."

"Actually, looking at it this way, your nearly losing half your life might not be entirely bad. At least, you’ve trapped Amelia here. As long as you are not well, she can’t completely abandon you and take the children far away."

And if she can’t leave, Kane won’t wait endlessly—eventually, they must go their separate ways.

"Reportedly, the Countess was also very firm, to forever eliminate future problems, forced her own brother to withdraw from Venus, providing two options—either sell the company and split the earnings, or let Amelia take over the company and buy all of Kane’s shares. If not done, she threatened to destroy the brand."

"With Amelia’s character, of course, she wouldn’t sell the brand she struggled to establish and chose the second option."

"These past few days, Snow Fitch has been accompanying her to meet numerous investors, but such matters never succeed immediately, and they probably faced many rejections. Until yesterday, when Snow Fitch took her to meet Chen Hua Li Yao from the venture capital circle—I’ve inquired, and they are very interested and likely to invest."

Christopher Hart’s expression suddenly darkened, "You knew yesterday, why didn’t you tell me immediately?"

"Yesterday you had surgery, what was I to tell you? Who knew if you’d explode in rage and refuse the surgery, can I bear the responsibility for delaying your health?"

Benny Palmer was just teasing him, looking for a little fun, but deep down, he also hoped his good friend would recover soon so they could work on their business together!

If he had said it yesterday, with his fiery temper, he would have skipped the surgery and picked a fight with Amelia Garcia.

Christopher Hart was visibly upset, his lips pressed tightly; he stayed silent for a while, his speech faintly grinding his teeth, "Call her! Tell her to come here immediately!"

Young Master Palmer glanced sideways, "Come here for what? To argue?"

"None of your business!"

"Of course, I have to care! While you comfortably lie there, I’m as busy as a spinning top dealing with a pile of messes in the company!"

"Are you going to call or not?"

Seeing him so angry that his whole body trembled faintly, his breathing irregular and his complexion pale, not to mention the sweat beading on his forehead, Benny Palmer had to quickly appease him: "Calm down first, let me suggest a plan, better than you getting her here for an argument."

Christopher Hart didn’t say anything, but his emotions were slightly controlled.

"I can get in touch with President Morgan, after all, they haven’t invested yet, and changing their mind is normal, right? But Amelia has just seen hope, now the cooked duck has flown away, she will definitely be upset, what do you plan to do?"

Benny Palmer asked him, "Do you plan to give her two hundred million directly, or have someone pretend to be an investor to approach her for negotiations?"

"Just two hundred million?"

"Right, it seems like Snow Fitch has taken a little share, the remaining is about two hundred million."

Christopher Hart was so angry he was at a loss for words.

Just a mere two hundred million, which is insignificant in his name, yet she didn’t mention a word.

For that two hundred million, begging others so humbly outside!

Their matter has long been causing a stir, and everyone in their circle knows she is Christopher Hart’s woman.

To disgrace herself like this in public, what would others think?

They must think that Christopher Hart, having nearly lost his life, unable to protect himself, let alone his own woman!