Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 279: Discharged and Seeking Shelter

Chapter 279: Chapter 279: Discharged and Seeking Shelter

Amelia Garcia signed the document and left. This time, Christopher Hart let her go without trying to stop her, very readily.

Lawyer Jones confirmed the signatures and fingerprints were valid, reporting to Christopher Hart, "President Hart, your wife has signed the documents without any issues."

"Okay, insert those pages we took out."

"Yes."

Lawyer Jones opened his briefcase, took out the previously removed pages, and inserted them into the half of the agreement Amelia Garcia had signed.

Thus, the agreement was now complete.

Unfortunately, when Amelia Garcia was signing, she hadn’t noticed that the page numbers were discontinuous. She was overwhelmed by Christopher Hart’s gesture and never imagined there could be any "deception" involved.

"But..." After re-binding the agreement, Lawyer Jones hesitated, "Are you sure... you want to transfer all your assets under your name to your wife? Once notarized, it becomes legally binding. If your wife does not reconcile with you in the future, that would mean you’ve essentially relinquished all..."

"I know," Christopher Hart interrupted him softly, instructing, "Just do as I instructed."

Seeing his determination, Lawyer Jones could only agree, "Okay, I’ll handle it as quickly as possible. Please take good care of yourself, I’ll be leaving now."

"Okay."

The hospital room returned to silence, and Christopher Hart slowly closed his eyes.

But he did not feel sleepy.

He knew the woman was intelligent, but she wasn’t completely unmanipulable.

The agreement she saw was only part that involved gifts for the children, but there was another part that consolidated almost all his assets, transferring them to her name without any compensation.

Lawyer Jones’s concerns had never crossed his mind.

If there ever came a day when things fell apart, it would be because fate deemed he deserved such punishment, to end up with nothing, financially and emotionally barren, alone until the end.

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"What?! You’re telling me Christopher Hart was behind President Morgan’s rejection of our deal?"

"And he forced you to take two hundred million?"

"He also gave over a billion for the children’s living expenses which hangs under your name?"

"Oh my goodness! He... how could he— he’s being too generous!"

"Darling, are you really not reconsidering your decision? Although he has been a jerk before, nobody’s perfect, right! He’s making amends enough now!"

"Besides, he ended up like this trying to save Ethan. Maybe think of it as compassion, pity him, and forgive him!"

After Amelia Garcia finished recounting the events of the morning, Snow Fitch was indeed flabbergasted, ranting incessantly.

Amelia Garcia, eating her meal, saw her friend’s astonishment and quickly put down her utensils to cover her mouth, "Keep your voice down! Everyone can hear you!"

Snow Fitch recoiled and lowered her voice slightly, "This is really... he loves you so much! He’s pouring out his heart for you! Are you sure you’re not moved at all?"

Amelia turned back, picked up her utensils, and continued eating, whispering, "Of course, I am moved, but..."

But she was no longer the naive young girl who believed it was simple that love alone was enough to sustain life, that love was merely between two people.

Amelia sighed lazily, "You know what my ex-in-laws are like... and there’s Wendy — I heard her situation isn’t good. If I truly remarried her brother, what do you think would happen?"

Snow Fitch snorted, "What could happen? Are you saying she doesn’t like you, so her brother will remain unmarried forever?"

Amelia smiled and stayed silent.

"I really can’t understand! You tell me, Christopher’s parents are educated, not some uncivilized barbarians, don’t they understand that indulging a child is like killing a child? Wendy’s been spoiled to the point of having a distorted mentality, clearly bordering on being pathological. Can’t they see that?"

Amelia Garcia said, "Of course, it’s obvious, but she’s their daughter. They don’t even know how long she’ll live. What can they possibly do?"

In fact, in the previous years, Amelia’s thoughts paralleled Snow Fitch’s.

It wasn’t until she had her own child and became a mother that she could understand Emma Carter and her husband’s feelings.

"You see, Hope has been frail and sick since she was little. How does Christopher indulge her? Although she’s my own daughter, to be honest, Hope has been spoiled. She’s willful, self-centered, and petty. Everyone around her has to give way to her; she gets angry over the smallest dissatisfaction..."

As Amelia recollected how her daughter typically bullied her brothers, she gave a wry smile, "Do you think Christopher doesn’t know? Of course he does, but what can he do about it? Watching her suffer illness after illness, undergoing surgery after surgery, he’s bound to feel deep pity. Of course, he feels that no amount of indulgence is too much."

Snow Fitch sneered, "Hope is a lot better than Wendy Hart, not as bad as you describe."

"That’s because you’re biased towards Hope. You naturally overlook these faults. If Hope hadn’t recovered and continued to be indulged like this, she would end up just like Wendy Hart."

Fortunately, Hope had recovered very well after her major lung surgery. She now resembled a healthy child.

With her return home, she would also pay attention to guiding her properly, hopefully righting the young girl’s path somewhat.

Upon hearing this, Snow Fitch found it to make sense; he nodded, looking at her lazily, "So what will you do? Just because his family objects, will you keep hanging on like this?"

"There’s nothing wrong with it," Amelia confessed, "Actually, I don’t have many expectations for marriage anymore; whether it works out or not doesn’t bother me. Seeing him in this state now, it’s unknown whether he can recover or not. Let’s just continue this way; I’ll visit and take care of him when I can, as friends supporting one another. That’s perfectly fine."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes!" Amelia finished her meal and wiped her mouth, revitalizing herself, "I’m not planning to find someone else. Raising three children is tiring enough; I have no energy left to think about men."

"That makes sense..."

When Snow Fitch saw her check the time, he asked, "Heading back to the office?"

"Yes, Kane was supposed to be on today’s flight back to the country. I don’t know if he’s left yet. I’ll contact him in a bit, get these things sorted out so he can leave with peace of mind."

As they got up, Snow Fitch, thinking of all the effort Kane had wasted, said sympathetically, "This poor man really has it rough. He chased from abroad to here, and in the end..."

Amelia patted her shoulder and smiled, "Alright, you’re single too, worrying about others every day. Let’s go!"

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A week later.

Christopher’s recovery from surgery went well; after a full physical examination and comprehensive assessment, the doctors decided he could be discharged.

Emma had already prepared the room at home, just waiting for her son to return.

Who knew that before she could finish speaking, she was rejected.

"I won’t return to the old house; there’s no need for you all to busy yourselves."

When Emma brought in food and heard this, she turned to look at the hospital bed, "You’re not coming home? Then where will you stay?"

Christopher remained silent.

Seeing her son not speaking, Emma understood and said coldly, "What, you plan to stay at Amelia’s place?"

He still did not speak, his expression calm and steady.

"The two of you are in an improper relationship; what is it for you to live together like that? Besides, she’s so busy. How could she have time to take care of you? You can’t see right now and you’re also immobile; you need someone by your side at all times. Only by staying at home can we take care of you properly."

"No need. Someone will take care of me."

"Even if someone does, they’re not family; they won’t care for you with the same devotion. Don’t think just because you can be discharged, you’re completely healed. You’ve sustained serious injuries; at the very least, you’ll need careful nursing for a year or half a year, otherwise, you might suffer from complications for a lifetime!"

Emma spoke the truth.

Yet Christopher’s stubbornness was beyond what any ordinary person could compare.

"I’m not that fragile, and you already have to take care of my sister, which is hard enough."

Seeing him resolute, Emma Carter felt frustrated again, "Christopher, when will you listen to me? If you live with her, how can we visit you? I still have to go to her place, see her face... I just can’t do it!"

"She won’t give you a hard time."

"Ha! You’re obviously biased toward her."

After Christopher finished his meal, Emma called her husband.

On the other end, George Hart was furious and said irritably, "If he won’t come back, let him be! If he dies out there, don’t bother! It’s as if I never had this son!"

Emma was even more upset by her husband’s words, caught between a rock and a hard place, her eyes red as she left the hospital ward.

Later, Amelia Garcia came to the hospital.

After speaking with the attending doctor and learning he could be discharged, Amelia was also happy.

"The doctor said you can be discharged; when do you plan to leave?"

Christopher drank the soup she brought, his eyes flicking to her face as his lips curved slightly, "That depends... when President Norton can make time to pick me up."

Now fully in charge of Venus, Amelia gave him a glare, "You still want me to pick you up when you’re discharged? I’m busy these days with lots of company issues, I have a new product launch to handle, and then I have to report back to headquarters. At the earliest, I can only come back in a week."

He frowned, "When are you going?"

"Early next month, I guess." That’s only a week away, so she’s swamped every day.

Christopher suddenly stopped talking; his expression clearly unhappy.

Amelia fed him another spoonful of soup, but he refused to open his mouth.

She nudged his lips with the spoon, irritated, "Come on, drink! What’s with the sulking? I’m in a hurry."

"If you’re in a hurry then go."

He felt morose, as if he were torturing himself.

Seeing his temper flare again, Amelia dropped her arms and looked at him helplessly, "Work is just like this, I’m doing my best to take care of you, still not satisfied?"

"It seems I have indeed become a burden to you." She was so busy with work, yet she still had to "take care" of him.

Realizing her choice of words was inappropriate, Amelia quickly corrected herself, "Okay, okay, I misspoke, didn’t mean you’re a burden, you’re my creditor. I’m working so hard because I want the company to do well and pay off the debt I owe you sooner."

"I’m not in a hurry."

"But I am distressed having such a huge debt."

The more Christopher heard, the more depressed he became, muttering, "I think that lousy company should just be sold off, helping you is like digging myself a hole."

Amelia, hearing him despise her business again, felt upset and fell silent.

Seeing her silent, the tension growing, he realized his words were inappropriate and coughed awkwardly, chin advancing a bit, "Why did you stop feeding me? I’m not full yet..."

Amelia snapped back to reality and continued to feed him.

But she still remained silent.

After a moment of silence, it was Mr. Hart, who had initiated the "dispute," who couldn’t bear it anymore and meekly explained, "I... I didn’t mean to belittle your work, just... seeing you so strained, it feels... unnecessary."

"I told you the other day, countless other people live this way."

"But they don’t have three young children to look after, nor an invalid, you have it much harder than them."

Amelia snorted with laughter, "You’re really thick-skinned, counting yourself in. Are you short of people to serve you?"

She was just a "jack-of-all-trades."

Since the topic had been broached, Christopher stopped pretending and said formally, "I... I was thinking, after being discharged, I could move into your place, to live with you and the kids."

Amelia paused, her eyelashes lifting as she stared at him.

No wonder he was asking when she had time to pick him up from the hospital;

That was his plan—to move in with her and the kids.

Hearing no response, Christopher cautiously asked, "What do you think... is it feasible?"

"What do you think?" Amelia threw the question back, "You just said I have it tougher than most, why don’t you show some consideration for me? Wouldn’t it be better for you to move back home?"

"I don’t want to return to the old house, facing my mom’s nagging every day; I fear it would just make us both unhappy. Plus, if I move back to the old house, I definitely won’t see you."

"What about Imperial Garden?" Amelia asked, but then suddenly remembered he didn’t recall the past few years, and added, "Imperial Garden is your own place, a large villa."

Christopher was aware of Imperial Garden Villa; Benny had mentioned it when talking about the past.

"If I stay at Imperial Garden, wouldn’t I be lonely all by myself?"

"Aunt Harper and Fuller can go back to take care of you, and the caregiver has been looking after you for some time now and is familiar; we can ask him to go home with you too."

"They are all outsiders; I’d still feel alone."

Amelia looked at him, irritation written all over her face.

This guy, such a burden.

"Amelia... look at me now, I can’t really do anything to you, what are you afraid of?" Mr. Hart, seeing her disagree, actually started to act spoiled.

"Who’s afraid of you?" She almost laughed, nearing a "Mummy" himself, and still thinking about those things!

"If you move to my place, it would be so inconvenient for your parents to come and see you. Also, with their proud nature, they wouldn’t want to step onto my turf, right? It would end up causing a rift between you and your mother, making me the villain."

Thus, no matter what, she couldn’t agree to his request.

"You should go back to Imperial Garden instead, it will be convenient for both sides to visit you. Whenever I have time, I will bring the kids to keep you company; you won’t be left to fend for yourself."

"Fine, that’s settled," Amelia firmly decided, pouring another bowl of soup, "Hurry up and drink, I have a meeting this afternoon and really need to rush."

"Amelia, I..."

"Drink the soup."

Negotiation failed, and Mr. Hart felt utterly dejected, the soup in his bowl tasting bland.

After finishing the meal, as Amelia was about to leave, Christopher asked, "What about tomorrow? Will you come when I’m discharged?"

"Tomorrow?" The woman slung her handbag over her shoulder, her brows furrowing slightly.

Tomorrow, she indeed had things to do...

"Got something else?"

Seeing him say this, Amelia felt a pang of guilt and reluctantly said, "I’ll come. I’ll put off even the most crucial matters and escort you home from the hospital, is that satisfactory?"

"Fair enough," he replied reluctantly.

Seeing his stubborn defiance, Amelia rolled her eyes, "I’m going now, you better get some rest."