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Chapter 278: The Huge Property Gift

Chapter 278: Chapter 278: The Huge Property Gift

Christopher Hart summoned Lawyer Jones to the bedside, recounted the consensus he had just reached with Amelia Garcia, and instructed Lawyer Jones to draft the agreement for signing and transaction right away.

"Okay, President Hart, I will draft the agreement immediately."

Lawyer Jones sat down nearby, opened his laptop to draft the agreement, then printed it out with a portable printer and handed it to Amelia Garcia.

"Madam, please take a look. If there are no issues, just sign here, and the funds will be transferred immediately."

Such efficiency...

Amelia Garcia held the contract, still warm from printing, stunned once again, her other hand holding the pen uncertain whether to sign.

It felt less like a loan contract and more like an indenture agreement.

Christopher Hart’s ears twitched as he didn’t hear the sound of her signing, and he asked with a smile that was not quite a smile, "What’s the matter? Still worried about being sold? These days the debtor is the lord; it’s I who should worry in the future, having to take good care of Master Garcia."

Amelia Garcia knew he was joking.

—She would pay him back, and this fellow genuinely didn’t care whether she did or didn’t.

Just thinking about how careful she was being about borrowing money made her appear ridiculous, so she gritted her teeth and signed her name.

"Five years, I will pay you back in full within five years."

She emphasized this sentence again and again as if to convince herself, or perhaps to defend her dignity, which had already been compromised.

"That’s a good one, I believe you."

"Really..." She responded indifferently, but her heart was torn between the trust and encouragement Kane had just given her.

When Kane spoke of trust, it was genuine.

And Christopher Hart seemed to be merely placating her.

But she was too weary to care.

That’s what one gets for not being able to raise that much money on their own.

With mixed emotions, she didn’t want to linger any longer. After signing, she stood up: "That’s settled. I have work at the company, so I’ll be taking my leave."

"Don’t rush; there’s more," Christopher Hart called out to her.

Amelia Garcia turned back with a puzzled look and asked, "What else is there?"

"Lawyer Jones."

Christopher Hart beckoned, and Lawyer Jones immediately stepped forward, retrieving a contract that was already prepared from his briefcase and presenting it: "Madam, please also sign this agreement."

The woman’s delicate and striking face showed even greater confusion; her gaze swept over the lawyer, then turned to Christopher Hart, and after several seconds of hesitation, she slowly reached out and took the contract.

Could it be... This loan comes with some kind of unfair agreement?

She cautiously opened the contract, but when her eyes fell upon the document, she was shocked!

A property transfer agreement?

What does this mean?

Her eyes widened, and she quickly flipped through the pages to grasp the content, then looked towards the hospital bed: "Christopher Hart, what are you up to?"

The man spoke very calmly, "Isn’t it clearly stated in black and white? Property transfer. Don’t worry, it’s not for you, but for the children. Since they are still too young, they need a guardian to manage it, which is why I need you to sign an agreement."

Amelia Garcia skimmed through quickly, astounded by the amount of wealth!

It seemed to be over a billion.

Including trust funds, real estate, luxury cars, shops, some shares, and several hundred million in cash...

"Christopher Hart, you didn’t need to do this!" She was startled and suddenly, feeling as though she was holding a hot potato, tossed the agreement onto the bedside table and stepped back.

"I can support them on my own; you don’t need to go to such expense. Take it back!"

She had just borrowed a huge sum of two billion, and her dignity was already trampled.

To accept these as well...

"It is my business if you are capable, but as a father, paying child support is my responsibility and duty."

His expression turned melancholic, "In my state, I can’t share the burden of raising and nurturing the children with you. All I can do is provide a little more materially."

Actually, he had initially intended to give it all directly to her, but knowing she would never accept, he instead bestowed it under the honor of the children.

He wanted to ensure the woman he deeply loved would live a better life, unburdened by money and daily affairs.

Amelia Garcia remained silent, her heart full of mixed feelings, surprised, a touch moved, but also feeling that... perhaps this man pitied her.

The world is full of faithless men. When marriages of many years come to an end, they scheme to move their assets away, all to protect their own interests to the greatest extent.

Yet he... was trying to bestow his assets to her.

Yes, even though it was under the children’s honor, she knew it was meant for her.

"Christopher Hart, I know you are trying to compensate, but really, there’s no need. When we divorced, you gave me compensation for emotional damage. You don’t owe me anything."

"This is a different matter. That money was for you, and what I’m giving now is for the children. Don’t worry, all the paperwork and taxes due have been taken care of. You just need to sign."

Lawyer Jones picked up the agreement and handed over the pen again, persuading her, "Madam, please accept it. Indeed, this is a duty President Hart should fulfill."

Amelia Garcia was silent, not saying a word.

After hesitating for a while, she still reached out and took the agreement and pen.

But when she flipped to the page where she needed to sign, she paused again.

"Christopher..." she looked up at the man, no longer addressing him by his full name, her tone more heartfelt, "Thank you for everything you’re doing for the children. I promise I’m only holding it in trust. When they come of age, they will receive every penny."

If the money had been for her, she certainly wouldn’t have accepted.

But since it was for the children, there was no need to hesitate.

To leave security for the children’s future so that they wouldn’t have to struggle and tire like she did was indeed a good thing.

Although she was capable of earning money, accumulating such wealth would take many years.

Christopher Hart, as their father, was fortunately willing and able—why deny it?

Seeing how readily she accepted, Christopher Hart inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "No need to thank me. Being able to do something for you gives me a sense of worth."

Amelia Garcia: "..."

So he was so lavish, just to prove he still had value?

After signing, she left the hospital and sat in her car for a while, struggling to come out of the overwhelming situation.

Her phone rang, awakening her, and she realized it was her best friend Snow calling, reminding her that she had yet to inform Snow Fitch of this important matter.

"Hello... Snow."

"Amelia, I contacted President Morgan again, and he said—"

"Snow, there’s no need."

"What?"

"I mean there’s no need. The financial issue is resolved; you don’t have to run around anymore." Having uttered those words, Amelia Garcia felt the tension that had built up over the past few days suddenly relax, and she felt noticeably lighter.

Snow Fitch, excitedly stuttering, "Really? How... how did you get so much money?"

Amelia Garcia glanced at the time; it was already past noon, and she was hungry. "I haven’t had lunch yet. I’ll come to you, and we can talk in person."

"Great, great. Let’s meet at the diner near my office, I’ll go ahead and reserve us something to eat."

"Okay, thanks~"