Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 284 Delete That Novel!

Chapter 284: Chapter 284 Delete That Novel!

Lucas King hesitated for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "A few months ago, the incident between you and Lily Garcia got blown up online, creating quite the stir. Although President Hart personally and through the company officially clarified the truth, many netizens were still misled, mindlessly attacking you and even went as far as to expose you online and splash paint on your door, seriously affecting you and your children’s life and work..."

"President Hart doesn’t want the public to misunderstand you, nor does he want you to live in constant fear and anxiety due to various concerns. He doesn’t want these harassments to make you even more scared to meet with him, always fearful of being photographed and targeted by malicious people."

"After much thought, he decided to write down the story between you two."

"He found a romance writer, oh, who is also a screenwriter, to whom he narrated everything between you two, asking her to turn it into a story. He hopes this will help more people understand your past, grasp the truth of everything, and understand your dilemmas and grievances, thus preventing further attacks against you."

Upon hearing this, Amelia could only feel as if it were all a fairy tale.

She laughed and cried at the same time, sarcastically saying, "If he had come up with this after banging his head, I might understand a bit, but him..."

His brain wasn’t damaged, so how could he come up with such a foolish and childish solution!

Those keyboard warriors online, who cares if it’s right or wrong for them, are just a bunch of negative people, full of malice, seeing everything and everyone in the worst ways.

How could they stop their attacks and verbal abuse simply because you clarified the truth? Would they believe that you are unjustly accused?

It would only stir up another round of verbal abuse.

"His brain isn’t functioning, and you’re going along with this nonsense? Couldn’t you have stopped this?" Amelia was genuinely upset.

"Ma’am..." Lucas King felt wronged, "What President Hart decides to do, how could I possibly stop him, and besides, I... I don’t dare."

With his response, Amelia thought of someone’s temper and sighed, "Well, no wonder you didn’t."

"Ma’am, actually, President Hart’s intention is very clear. He wants to divert the attention to himself, not wanting to see you misunderstood or attacked."

"How foolish!" Amelia was ungrateful.

"Yes, it is indeed a bit... foolish, but President Hart would do anything for you, even if it might only reduce the public’s misunderstandings of you by one percent, he would still go ahead with it."

"He thinks by doing this foolish thing, I would be moved and get back together with him?"

Lucas King muttered, "That... I’m not sure about, but President Hart’s feelings for you are clear as day and night..."

Amelia was tired of hearing this and got back to the main issue, "Since you contacted that writer, then you hurry and get her to delete that novel and stop writing it."

"Delete it?" Lucas King was shocked, "Ma’am, that’s... not great, a lot of people are following it."

"That’s exactly why we need to deal with it quickly!" She didn’t want to provoke further sensationalism and invite a mess.

"Alright, I’ll contact the writer."

"Good, let me know once it’s settled."

After hanging up, Amelia pressed her temples with both hands, closed her eyes, and rested to alleviate the stress.

It seems like her impression of Christopher Hart really needed to change.

Previously a mature and steady individual, young as he was, he took on the leadership of Seal-Cloud Corporation, everyone waiting to mock him, and yet he shouldered the burden even better than the old master did.

Back then, Christopher Hart was dazzling and distinguished, anyone who mentioned his name did so with admiration and awe.

But now—

His intelligence has regressed, childishly stubborn, filled with odd thoughts!

Now it’s even more pitiful, blind, with disordered memory, and paralyzed.

Sigh...

Amelia massaged her temples, pondering over these changes felt like life was too unpredictable and overwhelming.

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Christopher Hart was discharged and went home to recuperate, Amelia didn’t need to frequently rush to the hospital, shifting more focus to her career.

Before the new product launch, there was good news from legal.

Thanks to the cooperation of the client Olivia Williams, Venus won the lawsuit against Tia designers for copyright infringement.

Tia not only withdrew the jewelry from sale but also publicly apologized on their official website.

Outsiders might not understand the significance, but those within the industry knew this was a major blow to Tia’s reputation.

On the contrary, Venus’s reputation soared once again.

However, every coin has two sides.

Although they won the case, the relationship between the two companies became even tenser. Tia, seeking to gain an upper hand, started competing with Venus both overtly and covertly.

From grabbing market share to poaching top industry talent, even worse, rumors had it that Tia hired a headhunting firm to approach Venus’s lead designers, trying to destabilize them from within.

Previously, Amelia wasn’t worried because the company always had a unified spirit.

But now, with Kane’s departure, some of the foreign designers indeed wavered.

Near the end of the workday, Shaw knocked and entered with a worried look, "Sis, it’s true that a designer has submitted their resignation, already handed in their letter to HR."

Amelia was contemplating how to modify and relaunch the newly reacquired product rights when she heard this and looked up.

"Legs are on their body; if they want to leave... we can’t stop them, let it be, just follow the procedure," she responded after a moment of thought, very calmly.

Shaw said, "If it were a normal resignation, it wouldn’t be much, indeed it’s personal freedom. But I heard it’s Tia poaching. They offered better salary and benefits, so that designer decided to switch. I’m afraid once someone starts, it’ll be hard to stop."

Amelia listened and could only smile helplessly, "Well, nothing we can do, let them come and go as they wish, we’ll just hire more people."

"Ah... you really are relaxed about this."

Amelia shrugged, "What else can I do? Should I beg them to stay? If their heart isn’t with Venus anymore, forcing them to stay won’t make them work well. I’d still have to pay them, not worth it."

Curiously, in this regard, she was unexpectedly similar to Christopher Hart.

Both had a stubborn pride, rather than bowing down, they would endure the loss.

Hearing her say this, Shaw’s expression suddenly cleared, "That’s true, maybe it’s better they leave. Oh right, sis, we have to head back to headquarters the day after tomorrow to report. How are we going to arrange everything here?"

"What do you mean, how?"

"This... there’s a lot of stuff, company-wise, home-wise, the three little ones, and Master Hart, don’t you have to arrange everything?"

Shaw’s reminder made her realize indeed it was a tangled mess all waiting for her to sort out.

Leaning back in her chair, she sighed and pondered, "I’ll arrange everything when I get home tonight."

"Okay."

Actually, the work and the kids were manageable, but... Master Hart, also known as Three-Year-Old Hart, that was a bit difficult to negotiate.

He was definitely going to throw a tantrum.

She glanced at her watch; the kids should be out of daycare.

She called Fuller, learned that he had just picked up the three little ones, then asked him to swing by and pick her up on his way to the Imperial Garden.

"Shaw, I will leave soon, call me if you need anything."

"Okay."

Amelia left the company and decided to stroll around the nearby pedestrian street.

As the weather grew colder and the children had not brought winter sweaters or cotton clothes when they returned to the country, she went on a shopping spree.

By the time Fuller arrived with the imposing Navigator Lincoln, she was walking out of the pedestrian street with four or five big paper bags.

Immediately, a bodyguard from another car came forward to help, but she politely declined, "No need, I can carry them myself."

She got into the Lincoln and closed the car door, and the two cars drove off.

A bystander who saw them exclaimed, "Wow, those must be the rich people you hear about in stories, right? Two cars even for a trip, the one behind must be filled with bodyguards?"

"Yes, probably, but that woman is so beautiful, like a celebrity."

"Indeed, it’s also my first time seeing someone so beautiful in real life."

In the car, Fuller knowing Amelia had just been shopping for the children, said, "Ma’am, previously, President Hart had designers come to measure and custom-make Miss Hope’s clothes. The two young masters had the same treatment, you don’t need to buy clothes outside."

Amelia had been married to Christopher Hart for three years, so she was well aware of his extravagant lifestyle.

During her three years as Young Madam Hart, at each change of season, designers would also come to her, and heaps of clothes were delivered.

Otherwise, why would there still be so many untouched, brand-new clothes in the main bedroom’s walk-in closet at Imperial Garden after several years of their divorce?

"I know, but children grow up fast and lose clothes quickly; these casual buys from the children’s clothing stores are quite good too."

With that, Fuller did not continue the topic.

Hope could hardly wait and was rummaging through the bags. When she found that they contained only clothes for her brothers, her delicate face fell in an instant, "Mom plays favorites, she didn’t buy me any new clothes."

"Who says so?" Amelia pinched her daughter’s cheek and pulled over another bag, "Look, aren’t these for a girl?"

Hope’s eyes lit up, and she immediately pulled out a white down jacket, "Mom, I want to wear it now!"

"Now? How about waiting until tomorrow..."

"I want it now, Mom, hurry up!"

Seeing her little girl so happy, Amelia didn’t want to upset her and helped her into the new cotton jacket.

Might as well, she changed the boys’ clothes too.

Watching the children in new clothes gave her a festive feeling, and her mood also lifted considerably.

Upon arriving at Imperial Garden, Hope dashed off as soon as she got out of the car.

Inside the upstairs bedroom, Christopher Hart, listening to the car noises from the courtyard, knew his dearly awaited woman had arrived.

"Daddy, Mommy bought me new clothes, they’re so pretty, like little dresses." Hope rushed in, bouncing happily.

After she finished talking and saw her father’s blank expression, the little girl suddenly deflated, "Oh... it’s a pity you can’t see."

Saying this, she clumsily climbed onto the bed, her fair little hand waving in front of the man, she crisply asked, "Daddy, when will your eyes get better? I want you to see Hope, otherwise, you will forget what Hope looks like."

Amelia walked in to see her daughter climbing onto the bed next to the man and was startled.

"Hope, come down quickly, don’t press on your dad."

She moved forward to lift her daughter away and then looked at the man on the bed, "Are you okay? Did Hope press on you?"

"No, you’re too cautious; I’m not made of tofu." The man’s face still held a smile as he responded lightly, but there was a touch of despondency and dejection in his heart.

Children speak without malice, and though unintentional, their words can cut deep.

He also wanted to know when his eyes would recover, when his memory would return, when his body would move again.

Lying down all day, counting each second tick by, was just wasting life.

Amelia, now more attentive to him, naturally noticed his slight emotional changes.

"Hope, why don’t you go play with your brothers first?"

Hope, not understanding, looked up at her mother, "But I wanted to tell Daddy about kindergarten, today the teacher praised my drawing."

Smiling softly, she coaxed, "Great, Mom knows you’re wonderful. Tell us about it during dinner, okay?"

"Okay then." The little girl, now much more subdued and agreeable, nodded and ran off.

Amelia turned back to the man on the bed, tucking the blankets around him unconsciously, and asked with concern, "How are you feeling today? It’s getting colder these days. Without any sensation in your body and unable to move, make sure to keep the electric blanket on if you’re not warm enough."

"It’s fine, I can’t go out anyway; this room has constant temperature and humidity, seasonal changes don’t affect me."

Though his words seemed alright, his dim expression and hollow eyes suggested otherwise.

Amelia sat beside the bed, "What’s wrong? Did what Hope just say upset you?"

He pursed his lips, remaining silent.

"It’s just a child speaking her mind, are you still upset by it?"

"Not upset, just... this persistent vegetative state, it really—"

He even wondered, if his condition remained unchanged, whether he should keep this woman trapped by his side.

With her current prospects, what kind of man couldn’t she find?

Even if not seeking another man, she could live freely on her own.

She was still so young, to tie her for decades to a man who was virtually incapacitated seemed far too cruel.

Seeing him stop mid-sentence, Amelia guessed what he was thinking and laughed, "Compared to how you look now, I think... your sharp tongue was better. At least you were spirited then, not at all like a sick person."

"..." Christopher Hart was somewhat speechless.

But thinking of her, bustling all day and still coming to see him after work, if he met her with despondence and a cold demeanor, it would surely be repaying kindness with ingratitude. Thus he secretly gathered his spirits again.

"Help me up, I want to sit downstairs, eat dinner with you later."

Amelia frowned, "I told you it’s cold today, you—"

"It’s fine, lying down is too uncomfortable."

"Okay ..."

Amelia was about to turn to call for the nurse and Fuller, but Christopher seemed to know she was leaving and quickly grabbed her wrist.

"No need for others."

"Ah?" Amelia turned back to look at him, sizing him up, highly skeptical, "Can you get up by yourself?"

The man raised an eyebrow, "Don’t I have you?"