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Chapter 276 Christopher Hart, Stop Pretending to Sleep!

Chapter 276: Chapter 276 Christopher Hart, Stop Pretending to Sleep!

Benny Palmer was smug, "Look, does this arrangement meet with your satisfaction? Isn’t it particularly domineering, powerful, and grand? It’s just a pity that you can’t be there in person, otherwise the effect would surely be even better! Amelia must be moved to tears on the spot and forgive you for your past bullshit!"

Benny Palmer arranged for someone to go to the Venus studio and had that Mr. Parker turn on the Bluetooth headset in advance, maintaining a call.

So, everything said in the conference room was crystal clear to both Benny Palmer and Christopher Hart.

"Passable..." The haughty Mr. Hart, after listening, showed a proud look on his face, stingy with praise.

"Is it so hard to admit I did good?" Benny Palmer hung up the phone, stood up, "Alright, I have business to take care of at the company. Take good care of yourself. Ah... seeing you like this also makes me feel uncomfortable."

Christopher Hart couldn’t stand other people’s sympathy and pity, said irritably, "You can leave now."

"Fine, fine, fine, I’m leaving. Bye!"

Benny Palmer opened the door to go out, just as Emma Carter happened to be coming in with a servant carrying a thermos to deliver a meal.

"Hello, Auntie."

"Hello, Luke." Aside from her condescending and disdainful attitude toward Amelia Garcia, Emma Carter was impeccable and amiable to everyone else, "You’re such a good boy, taking care of the company business and still often thinking of coming to see Christopher. He’s lucky to have a good brother like you."

Benny Palmer smiled, "Thank you for the compliment, Auntie. You go in and keep Christopher company, I should be going."

"Mhm."

Emma Carter took the thermos from the servant, placed it by the bedside, looked at her son, and sighed: "Look at Luke, always with a smile on his face whenever you see him, obedient and knows how to please. How come I ended up with a stubborn one like you?"

Christopher Hart was indifferent, coolly replied, "Then you can adopt him as your son. Just like that, the Hart family will have an heir."

"..." Emma Carter was so angry she heavily set the soup bowl down, "What nonsense are you talking!"

Christopher Hart pursed his lips and said no more.

Emma Carter poured some soup, propped up the head of the bed a bit, still simmering with anger, her tone not so pleasing: "Drink the soup. After you’re taken care of, I still need to go see Wendy... I really don’t know what kind of fate this is! Neither son nor daughter gives me peace of mind!"

Christopher Hart was in a good mood today and didn’t want to make his mother angry, so he cooperatively drank the soup.

During a lull, he thought of his sister whom he hadn’t seen in a while and finally asked, "How’s Wendy doing now? Is she in the hospital, or a convalescent home?"

Emma Carter glanced at him, "You finally thought to care about your poor, unfortunate sister, did you?"

"..."

"You’re suffering from selective memory loss right now; you don’t remember much. A few months ago, because of Amelia Garcia, you made your sister so angry she had an asthma attack, and at the time she didn’t have her medication with her, the situation was very dangerous. Although she later had surgery and stabilized temporarily, but with the arrival of autumn and winter, she’s been intermittently unwell, needing oxygen every day, and has been bedridden for a long time."

Christopher Hart frowned slightly, was this true?

Since her daughter was mentioned, Emma Carter took the opportunity to go on, "It’s true that what Wendy did back then was wrong, but she’s already in such a state, can’t you forgive her, considering the hardships she’s endured? Always fragile and sickly, her life has been so tough, if it weren’t for a stroke of fate bringing her a suitable kidney, she would have died long ago..."

"I know, we’ve spoiled her too much these years, her character indeed has flaws, arrogant, wilful, and always holding grudges, but who wouldn’t be affected living like she does? You’re her brother; if you can’t tolerate her, who else will?"

Christopher Hart said nothing, silently listening to his mother finish speaking, growing more and more upset.

This argument was the quintessential "I’m weak, so I’m right."

He calmly retorted, "Wendy is indeed having a hard time, but does that mean Amelia deserves to be framed and slandered by her and treated with contempt by you?"

"Don’t forget, Amelia lost her mother when she was just a few years old, Michael Garcia didn’t care much for her after remarrying, and that stepmother, Fiona Marshall, treated her as a thorn in her side. It was you who thought Amelia was miserable and deserving of kindness—she came to see the Hart family as another home, a shelter from the storm—but what did you do afterward?"

"I gave her warmth and hope, only to push her into the abyss with my own hands. That kind of hurt is worse than if you had never been kind to her from the start."

"By comparison, Wendy received endless affection, while she had nothing—so, who is truly more pitiable?"

Emma Carter was at a loss for words after her own son’s remark; her expression immediately darkened.

Christopher Hart couldn’t see, nor did he care about what expression or mood his mother had now. As long as he had the chance, he intended to lay everything out. So he continued, "Actually, I have no right to blame you either. The mistakes I made are even more serious than yours. Now that I think about it, except for Grandpa, who saw everything clearly, we were all executioners, accomplices."

"Hence, it’s understandable that Amelia does not forgive me now. But regardless of whether she forgives me or not, there will be no other woman in my life."

He laughed at himself, "In this state, I might be a cripple for life. Even if you still want to match me with some noble lady, they wouldn’t take a second look."

"Therefore, the triplets are the sole bloodline of the Hart Family, your only grandchildren. If you don’t accept Amelia, the children will undoubtedly not recognize their ancestors and return to the family. Enjoying your twilight years, pampering your grandchildren, are days you should be enjoying. Whether you will get to enjoy them hinges on a single thought of yours."

"If you and Dad stubbornly persist in your resentment towards Amelia, in a few more years when the children are wiser, they will start to hate you too. When that time comes, even if you regret and come to your senses, trying to mend this relationship, I’m afraid it might be impossible."

Indeed, Christopher’s words hit the nail on the head.

Emma Carter felt a chill down her spine as she listened to him.

"Christopher, you..." Emma Carter faltered, as if her mind went blank from her son’s infuriating words. After a pause, she finally managed to say, "But we are your elders, after all! How do we settle the score for her deception, for how she has deceived you and all of us? Have you forgotten her attitude each time she met with us? She was simply..."

"It was us who were wrong in the first place. What other attitude could she have had?"

Emma Carter looked at her son and suddenly found herself unable to continue.

Her son had completely taken that woman’s side and defended her thoroughly!

But asking them, as elders, to apologize to a junior...

Emma Carter held back her displeasure and a sense of suffocation, her eyes moistening and reddening.

"Forgive it, let’s not talk about this anymore. Drink your soup."

Christopher Hart blankly gazed in his mother’s direction, "If you come to understand, find some time to apologize to her."

Unable to bear it any longer, Emma Carter threw the spoon into the bowl and placed it back on the bedside table. She stood up in one swift motion, calling the nurse in, "You feed him the soup!"

Before her words fell, she grabbed her handbag without saying goodbye and turned to leave.

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Meanwhile, Amelia Garcia was still "struggling" with her own staff in the conference room.

Typically, having someone willing to invest without any interference in company operations would be an unexpected boon from heaven.

But precisely because the situation was too good to be true, it aroused even more suspicion in Amelia Garcia.

Snow had said in the morning it was very strange how the two big shots in the venture capital circle had suddenly backed out.

And now, someone was mysteriously coming to the door offering money, two hundred million no less, which was even more peculiar!

With doubts clouding her mind but then suddenly, she was taken aback, raising her eyes to look at Mr. Parker and asked with conviction, "Did Christopher Hart send you?"

As soon as she spoke, all eyes in the room turned to her.

The foreign designers didn’t react immediately, but someone leaned in and whispered in their ears, and they were quickly brought up to speed.

Kane also looked at Amelia Garcia in surprise, then quickly turned to Mr. Parker, awaiting his response.

"What is Miss Norton talking about?"

Mr. Parker stared at Amelia Garcia, and although he reacted quickly, with perhaps only half a second of hesitation, it was still enough for Amelia Garcia to discern a clue.

"Enough, there’s no need for you to pretend anymore. Thank you for your kindness, but I don’t need it."

"Miss Norton—"

"Miss Norton—"

Kane and Mr. Parker, both called out to her at the same time.

Amelia Garcia raised her hand, signaling that they need not try to persuade her further.

Her eyes moved across the room, she glanced at the new employees who had just joined, and the old ones who had worked side by side for four or five years. She steadied her heart and said, "Mr. Kane’s departure is a done deal. I will do my utmost, with the greatest speed, to handle the transition matters, so as not to affect the company’s operations."

"Those willing to stay, who trust in me, will have their remuneration and benefits remain unchanged; raises and promotions will proceed according to existing regulations and procedures."

"Those unwilling to stay, who don’t trust me, you may leave, but please comply with the regulations and submit your resignation one month in advance, and finish the handover work."

"I have said all I had to say, the choice is yours to make, to stay or go, I respect everyone’s decision!"

After saying all this, Amelia Garcia felt a great sense of relief in her heart.

After all, the worst-case scenario was just the company changing hands, and her going from boss to worker.

So what?

As long as one has the skills and ability, there’s no worry about not having enough to eat.

At worst, one can return to the hard times.

"Kane, you better hurry to the airport, I have something else to attend to," Amelia Garcia informed Kane, not waiting for his response, she made her way through the crowd of people surrounding her, and strode away.

A group of people looked at each other, suddenly silent.

Shaw looked around, then clapped her hands encouragingly, "The Asia-Pacific Division was established by President Norton; in just these few months, hasn’t it grown well? Why don’t you have confidence in President Norton? Go back to your tasks, the new product launch is in a few days, after everyone’s hard work, we wouldn’t want chaos then!"

It wasn’t clear whether it was Amelia Garcia’s words that had deterred them or Shaw’s words that had given them confidence, but the group of previously dissatisfied staff, now said nothing more and one by one, left after a few seconds of lingering.

Just having reached the ground floor, Amelia Garcia walked out of the elevator as another elevator arrived nearly at the same time.

"Amelia!" Kane stepped forward quickly and caught up, grabbing her arm, "Are you going to look for him?"

"That’s my business," she said, her face expressionless, with a hint of anger.

Kane moved in front of her and stood firm, looking at her seriously, "Actually, accepting his arrangement might be good for you. That way, you would have the final say at Venus, and it would save you a lot of trouble and disagreements in the future."

Amelia Garcia looked at him, surprised.

Kane’s change towards Christopher Hart was... significant.

"I am very aware of your abilities; you can support Venus. Their doubts about you are just because they don’t understand you, but I believe, whatever you set out to do, you will give it your all to do it well, so there’s no need to have multiple managers to contend with you."

Kane’s words were reasonable, but Amelia Garcia was angry at the moment and couldn’t listen.

"Kane, thank you for your trust. I have my principles. You better hurry to the airport; I don’t want you to conflict with your family again over me and the company."

With that, she shook off Kane’s hand and hurried away.

Betty approached from behind, looking at the longing in Kane’s eyes, she said indifferently, "She doesn’t need your concern at all, why do you bother?"

Kane continued to watch Amelia Garcia walking away, speaking calmly to Betty, "I won’t agree to marry you when I go back either. I don’t like you, you won’t be happy with me."

Betty’s face changed, the pride and shyness of a girl made it hard for her to maintain her composure...

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Christopher Hart received a call from Benny Palmer, his expression remained calm.

"I understand."

He replied unruffled, indicating the caregiver to hang up the call.

It seemed that being too clever as a woman wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

She wasn’t easy to hoodwink...

"I’ll take a nap, if someone comes, have her wait, don’t wake me up."

The caregiver saw that he had finished instructing and closed his eyes, hesitating and looking somewhat conflicted...

He had heard the content of the call—the Miss Garcia was coming.

And Mr. Hart was afraid to face Miss Garcia, so he pretended to sleep, wanting to avoid her.

But could he really escape?

The caregiver muttered internally, but naturally responded respectfully, then left the sickroom without disturbing his rest.

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, Miss Garcia appeared, her steps firm.

"Miss Garcia, Mr. Hart is resting, he just went to sleep not long ago." The caregiver, still wary of Christopher Hart’s temperament, conscientiously stopped Amelia Garcia just as she was about to push the door.

"Is that so?" Amelia Garcia looked at him, her gaze then moving past the caregiver, through the glass window, toward the inside.

It appeared... that he was indeed sound asleep.

"Yes, he went through quite a few tests this morning, Mr. Hart was tired and went to sleep," the caregiver replied.

Amelia Garcia nodded, turning away, "Then I’ll wait for him to wake up."

The caregiver relaxed a little, but just as he let his guard down, Amelia Garcia suddenly turned back, slipped past him, and pushed open the door.

"Hey, Miss Garcia—"

"Christopher Hart, stop pretending to sleep! I don’t believe that no one would have informed you that I was coming to see you; do you think you can hide by pretending to sleep?" She stormed over to the side of the bed, her handbag slipping down and she tossed it onto a chair as she got straight to the point with a crisp tone.

Seeing that he couldn’t fool her, the caregiver silently withdrew, closing the door behind him.

In the hospital bed, Christopher Hart lay with his eyes closed, waiting a few seconds for the woman to finish speaking before he finally opened his eyes, feigning drowsiness as if he had just been startled awake from a dream, "Why have you come at this time... Didn’t you say you would be busy these days?"

"Pretend! Keep pretending!"