Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 272: Acting Coquettishly and Being Petulant

Chapter 272: Chapter 272: Acting Coquettishly and Being Petulant

Benny Palmer feared that his own anger would overtake him and was even more afraid that the two would start arguing again afterwards, so he had no choice but to play peacemaker, "You can’t blame Amelia entirely for this, she probably thinks that with your health like this, she doesn’t want you to worry."

"Moreover, with your uncle and aunt bearing such hostility towards her, how could she dare to ask you at this time? If it were seen through your uncle and aunt’s eyes, who knows how they would speak of her."

Christopher Hart did not accept this reasoning, "It’s two hundred million, not two hundred billion, do I really need to stir up a whole bunch of people to gather that amount for her?"

"..." Benny suddenly fell silent.

Indeed, two hundred million, his personal account could handle it.

Sigh...

This Amelia Garcia, after not seeing her for many years, she really had become tough.

Even he had to take a new look at her.

Benny sat quietly for a while, then asked, "Have you thought about what to do? Should I find someone to disguise themselves and make contact with her, so you can support her indirectly, or..."

Christopher really wanted to bring her over for a fight.

But after calming down, he thought about how cold-hearted and unforgiving that girl was who didn’t want to deal with him; if they fought, she probably wouldn’t come again.

Forget it, anger aside, the issue still needed to be resolved.

"Let’s do it your way, just don’t let her know it was my idea." He wanted to give directly, but since she hadn’t mentioned a word about it, that meant she didn’t want his money and wouldn’t accept it even if offered, so he could only support her secretly.

Seeing that he had conceded, Benny knew his burst of anger had passed.

"Alright, don’t worry, I’ll make sure this is done without a trace."

Benny was very busy, and before he could finish speaking, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, "It’s Lucas King calling, probably something urgent. I have to go, you rest well, I’ll call you if there’s anything."

"Mm."

The good brother rose and left, and only after the hospital room door closed, did Christopher’s emotions fully surface on his face.

That girl!

How could she... be so stubborn!

Doesn’t want to owe anyone anything?

Determined to sever ties?

Ha! Well he won’t!

Let’s see what she can do!

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Amelia Garcia, on her way to the hospital, suddenly sneezed three times.

Who was cursing her?

The sneezing almost made her bite her tongue.

When she arrived at the hospital, it was nearly noon. She didn’t have time to make soup today, so she got some meals suitable for patients and soup from a restaurant nearby and carried them upstairs.

Just then, the caregiver came out and gently closed the door.

Seeing her, the caregiver politely nodded, "Miss Garcia, you’re here."

Amelia smiled politely and asked in a low voice, "How is he today? Did he lose his temper?"

"It’s been okay... Young Master Palmer came in the morning and chatted with Mr. Hart for a while."

"Oh~"

"Miss Garcia, did you bring lunch for Mr. Hart?"

"Yes. Are you going to buy some? That’s not necessary, you can go have your meal, I’ll take care of him."

The caregiver was relieved, "Okay, thank you Miss Garcia."

After the caregiver left, Amelia, carrying the boxed meals, approached the hospital room door and peeked in through the window glass.

It was a cloudy day outside, hazy, and even with the window open, there wasn’t much sunlight.

The man lay quietly, his complexion not much different from the gloomy sky outside.

But compared to his usual temperamental and volatile demeanor, this lifeless gray complexion was already an improvement.

She pushed the door open and deliberately lightened her steps, afraid of waking him.

But as she approached the bedside, the man suddenly spoke, "What are you here for?"

Amelia was startled, "You weren’t asleep?"

"You woke me up."

"..."

She listened to his cold tone, and looking at his expressionless face, Amelia reluctantly rolled her eyes and said, "Well then, I’m sorry, okay? Next time I’ll ask before coming, and if you’re sleeping, I’ll wait."

"..." Christopher was rendered speechless by her retort and fell silent.

Amelia glanced at him, her heart scoffing.

The caregiver even said he was in a good mood today.

Is this what a good mood looks like?

Seems like he was just holding back his anger, waiting for her to arrive!

"It’s lunchtime, let’s eat, but since you just had surgery yesterday, I suppose you can only have something liquid, soup or porridge?"

The woman spoke while skillfully opening the packages one by one.

Christopher realized the sound of lids being removed, "Did you get takeout?"

"Yes."

"Why didn’t you make it?"

"I..." She paused, her voice halting as she turned to glance at the man, pressing down her displeasure, "I have to work, Mr. Hart! Do you think I have nothing else to do every day?"

"Besides working, what else do you do?"

Amelia was again puzzled.

What did he mean?

"Besides work, I also have to take care of the children, three of them! And there’s a dog too! You were the one who brought that dog home!"

Mr. Hart frowned, he brought a dog home?

Seeing that he was silent, Amelia poured out the soup, raised his bed a bit, and sat down by the bedside.

"Drink some soup..."

She had just brought the spoon to his lips when he turned his face away with distaste, "It smells like plastic."

"..." Amelia was speechless, she leaned in to sniff, but didn’t smell anything.

How many people eat takeout every day with disposable utensils?

"Can you not be so fussy?"

"I am a patient, I need to be more careful with my diet. You bringing me takeout and using this kind of junk utensils is neither hygienic nor nutritious, I fear I might get poisoned."

"..." Amelia barely restrained herself from splashing the bowl of soup on him, biting her teeth in anger.

That other day, a bucket of soup that had been left in the car for half a day and was nearly spoiled, he drank it all up without a single complaint.

Nor did he suffer any poisoning.

Why now...

She dropped her arm, in extreme helplessness and a troubled sigh, she calmed herself and mustered her spirits, "I know you blame me for not staying with you after the surgery yesterday, but I told you, I have a job too, I have to provide for my family, and it’s not something I can just quit whenever."

"I can provide for you, everything I have is yours." Including money.

These words carried deep significance, but in that moment, Amelia did not catch on.

She lightly said, "We are already squared away, you shouldn’t talk like this, if your mother hears, she’ll scold me for being a Fox Spirit again."

"You don’t need to care about their opinions. I’ve been an adult for a long time, I can make my own decisions."

Even if it meant giving her all his possessions, it was his business.

Amelia struggled to explain to him, so she decided to end the discussion, "Just put up with this for now, I’ll make you soup tomorrow."

"Tonight."

"What?"

"I want the soup you make tonight."

"..." She held back, then through gritted teeth, "Fine, tonight then."

Good, she’ll bring the kids along tonight.

With the little ones around, he might be distracted and not vent all his anger on her alone.

Really...

Did she dig up his family’s ancestral graves in her last life? To be treated like this by him in this life!

Mr. Hart, like a child, fussed and grumbled over everything until finally, under "mommy’s" coaxing, he opened his noble mouth.

"This tastes awful, like swill for pigs; how is this restaurant not out of business..."