Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy! -
Chapter 273: Administering "Poison
Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Administering "Poison
"..." Amelia Garcia held herself back and asked with a sneered laugh, "Have you ever drunk swill before?"
How else would you know this soup tastes just like swill?
"Amelia Garcia!" The man was displeased.
"Present."
Her smiling response somehow infuriated Mr. Hart to the point where he couldn’t continue to press the matter.
The two of them became tacitly silent.
After a while, the patient reluctantly finished a small bowl of soup, and when "Mom" suggested he drink more, he replied with a cold face, "Are you deliberately tormenting me or taking revenge?"
"Pfft! Drink it or don’t." Amelia Garcia indignantly stood up and walked away, grabbing another takeout box and starting to eat by the coffee table.
Mr. Hart frowned again, "Why are you sitting so far away?"
"Mr. Hart is so noble and fastidious; how would I know if you wouldn’t disdain the smell of my food?"
"..." Christopher Hart’s thin lips pressed into a line, his handsome face tensing sharply.
Catching a glimpse of this, Amelia curved her lips slightly, thinking to herself that he deserved it.
It seemed that the only way to beat snarkiness was with snarkiness.
After effectively silencing him, Amelia finally managed to eat her meal in peace.
She cleaned up all the meal boxes, throwing them into the trash, then washed her hands and rinsed her mouth in the bathroom before returning to the bedside.
"How are you feeling? I asked the doctor, and he said the surgery went very well. If you recover properly, you should be able to be discharged and go home for further recuperation in a little over a week."
All things considered, staying in the hospital for about a month was indeed boring.
Being at home would definitely be more comfortable and convenient.
When Christopher heard that she had taken the initiative to inquire about his condition, his previous discontent subsided slightly, and he replied, "Not bad, just the incision hurts..."
He thought he might snap again with a "Do you actually care about me?"
But to his surprise, he had learned to speak kindly.
Since he was speaking nicely, she naturally responded kindly as well.
"Having surgery, it’s inevitable that the incision will hurt. Once the wound heals and the stitches are removed, it’ll get better. Just endure for a few more days."
Though Christopher couldn’t see her, he could sense her current expression from the gentle tone of her voice, and his face showed a hint of curiosity.
Realizing what was on his mind, Amelia decided to be clear, "As long as you don’t mock me, I naturally won’t retort."
"..." Mr. Hart pursed his lips and turned his head away, clearly embarrassed for having his thoughts read.
Seeing him look a little shy for once, Amelia chuckled and picked up her bag, "Alright, you should sleep. The more rest you get, the faster you’ll recover."
He instantly turned back, annoyed, "You’re leaving again?!"
Just when she had thought he could speak nicely, his true nature revealed itself in the next instant.
Amelia sighed, "Didn’t you say you wanted to drink my homemade soup tonight? Then shouldn’t I go to the supermarket now to buy ingredients, go back to stew it, and then bring it to you this evening?"
Her explanation made it seem as though Christopher was being unreasonable.
"Then... you could stay a few more minutes. At least... wait until I fall asleep before leaving," he murmured softly after a few seconds of silence.
Amelia almost doubted her ears, "Christopher Hart, may I ask how old you are? Not even the three little ones ask me to stay with them till they fall asleep, and here you are, a man over thirty..."
"My emotional age is probably only half of thirty," he said.
Because his memory was stuck when he was in his teens.
Amelia smiled helplessly, shook her head, not knowing how to respond.
"Fine, I’ll just sit here; you close your eyes and go to sleep." She pulled up a chair by the bed, took out her phone to reply to some work messages on WhatsApp, and didn’t consider it a waste of time.
Christopher was surprised, "You agreed?"
"What else?"
Could she dare not to agree?
Otherwise, there’d be temper tantrums, snarky remarks, mocking and sneering, and he’d be as picky as ever.
Mr. Hart’s handsome yet slightly haggard face suddenly became flustered, and after a moment of contemplation, he asked, "You’re suddenly being so nice to me... Is it because you’ve done something wrong?"
Probably feeling guilty about something she had done, she was acting nicer to make up for it?
On hearing this, Amelia completely doubted her ears and asked subconsciously, "What?"
He immediately pursed his lips, not responding.
"You’re saying that you being nice to me... is because you’ve done something wrong?" Even though he remained silent, Amelia still had to articulate that notion, which made her so angry that she scoffed, "Christopher Hart... your way of thinking—"
She stuttered for a while, unable to find the right adjective, and simply grabbed her bag and stood up from the chair, "Sleep or don’t, I’m leaving!"
Originally, Christopher felt justified in his stance, and indeed she had done something "wrong".
He thought he was being generous by not pursuing the matter, even pretending not to notice and not getting angry with her, which was very magnanimous of him!
He was the one in the right!
But when she angrily left those parting words and turned to leave, he instantly forgot his position and the anger that made him want to throttle her moments ago, hastily asking, "Then... will you bring dinner later tonight?"
Amelia was already out the door, and as she closed it, she left him with the words, "Just wait!"
Just wait?
Mr. Hart mulled over those words, uncertain whether to take them literally or as sarcasm.
But no matter how he interpreted it, he indeed waited all afternoon.
Until evening came, and someone brought food.
But it wasn’t Amelia.
It was Lucas King.
"President Hart, the madam made some soup and asked me to pick it up from the house. Do you want to drink it now?"
These past days, Lucas had been busy following Benny Palmer around and had not had much time to visit the hospital.
Christopher had already heard almost everything about his "life story" from Benny and knew that this young man named Lucas King was his assistant, but he had no recollection of him.
Thinking that Amelia would allow him to go to their home to get the soup meant they must be quite familiar, so he nodded, "Drink it now."
"Then... shall I feed you?"
"Let the nurse do it."
"The nurse... seemed to go down when she saw me come up."
Christopher remained silent, his expression darkening.
Lucas poured out the soup, pulled a chair up by the bed, and with a smile said, "President Hart, you don’t have to feel embarrassed. I’ve been with you for five or six years. In my heart, besides being my boss and leader, you are also my friend, my benefactor. You being like this, it’s only right for me to take care of you."
Christopher was surprised, "You’ve been with me for so long?"
"Uh-huh..."
Seeing him more at ease, Lucas began to feed him the soup.
However, the moment Mr. Hart tasted it, his expression—if he could have moved, he would have leapt up to throw it in the trash.
Lucas was quite frightened, "I’m sorry, President Hart, is it too hot?"
Christopher, with a mouthful of soup, did not know whether to swallow or spit it out—
Since he couldn’t move, he definitely couldn’t spit it onto the pillow, which would lead to changing the bedsheet and clothes, amounting to a lot of hassle, and ultimately, he would be the one to suffer.
And with his mouth full of soup, he couldn’t speak either.
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