Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 295: How Exactly… Should I Love You?

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: How Exactly... Should I Love You?

"But with your body in this condition... mobility issues aside, a few hours of flight, and if there’s turbulence along the way, your wounds haven’t fully healed yet..."

Benny Palmer understood his feelings but had to consider the reality of the situation.

If he weren’t in this condition, he would have gone immediately, without anyone stopping him.

But now, he himself was like a glass figure, needing to be cautious all the time, barely able to withstand the fatigue and bumps of the journey, let alone if an accident occurred along the way...

"And besides, there are three kids at home who need someone to accompany them."

Christopher Hart was unconcerned about his physical condition, saying that even if he were hanging by a breath, he would find a way to get there.

It was just that thinking about the three young children, his expression darkened and he hesitated.

Snow Fitch saw his genuine care and concern for his friend that seemed real, becoming more convinced of his true repentance and deep love for Amelia. Instantly, any prejudice and distaste she held towards him dissipated.

"Young Master Palmer is right, you’re in a special condition right now, better not exert yourself. We’ll go there, stay with Amelia, and bring them back as soon as possible," Snow Fitch said with a frown and softly persuaded him.

"No..." Christopher Hart pondered briefly, shook his head, and his expression solidified again, "I need to go. The house is settled, and it’s fine if I leave for two or three days."

The kids were sensible, with Aunt Harper, Sister Jones, and Fuller taking care of them, he was assured.

But Amelia...

Having just experienced a plane crash, she was the one who needed companionship the most.

"Christopher, you—"

"Enough, stop the nonsense and hurry up and arrange everything." Benny tried to speak but was unpleasantly cut off by him, his face dark as water, "You don’t know my temperament? With the time spent on this nonsense, everything could have been arranged."

Benny was left speechlessly rebuffed by him and sighed heavily in frustration, then turned to make a phone call to arrange a flight.

Snow Fitch looked at Christopher Hart, staring into his eyes.

"Your sight has recovered?"

"Umm..." Christopher Hart’s heart was embroiled in anxiety, not particularly interested in this topic, and casually responded.

"When did it get better? Amelia doesn’t know yet, does she?"

He furrowed his brow, his lips pursed, his handsome face charming yet solemn.

"It seems... over the past few days while Amelia was on her trip..." Seeing him silent, Snow Fitch nodded, understanding, but her curiosity piqued, she asked, "Your eyes are better, but you’ve deliberately kept it quiet—do you plan to surprise Amelia when she returns, or continue pretending to be blind to win her sympathy and care, ensuring she continues to look after you?"

His face grew ever more serious, and he looked up at her, "My affairs aren’t something I need to explain to Miss Fitch, are they?"

Snow Fitch snorted coldly, her attitude equally haughty, "I know, I’m close to Amelia, but I have no right to comment on your relationship. However, since I’m here, I wanted to remind you— the harm you did to Amelia back then, honestly, I’d never want her to get back with you. But seeing how things have turned out..."

Her gaze swept over him, pausing on his legs under the blanket, then continued, "You’ve paid a heavy price for your mistakes, and seeing your true heart for her, even willing to offer your entire fortune as a mark of loyalty, I can’t help but give you a piece of my mind."

"Amelia has always been soft-hearted, and now with three kids, she’s likely to reconcile with you, but... can you really protect her? If she were to face misunderstandings, difficulties, or even sabotage from your family like before, I think it’s better for her to stay clear of you."

These words made Christopher Hart’s already solemn face turn colder and more displeased.

"And, in any relationship, honesty matters. Whether she still loves you or not, her worry, anxiety, and tension are real. Now that your eyes are better, you should tell her immediately. If you think of keeping it hidden, to play games or to let her fuss over you like an old mother—I can guarantee, once she finds out the truth, the consequences... will certainly be serious."

Christopher Hart clamped his thin lips tighter, his countenance perhaps struck by her words, became forebodingly grim.

There were some things he indeed had no power to resolve at the moment.

But having Snow Fitch state it outright still made him feel embarrassed.

It made him seem incapable, unable to even protect the woman he loved.

When Benny Palmer returned from making the call, noticing the weird atmosphere between them, he glanced around: "What’s wrong with you two?"

Snow Fitch diverted her gaze and looked at Benny Palmer, "Did you manage to contact a plane?"

"They’re working on it. Shouldn’t be a problem."

"That’s good then. I’ll go with you guys, and won’t leave tonight."

After saying this, she made herself at home, going upstairs to find a room to sleep.

Benny Palmer smiled helplessly, "She sure makes herself at home."

Christopher Hart remained seated, motionless. Although he outwardly disagreed, he couldn’t help but ponder Snow Fitch’s words.

"Benny... am I really useless? Unable to protect the woman I love, letting her bear so much alone." After a quiet moment, Christopher Hart suddenly asked in a dejected tone.

Hmm?

Benny Palmer looked at him puzzledly, "Why are you suddenly saying this? You couldn’t control the plane crash."

"You know what I mean..." Christopher Hart was extremely irritable, his face dark as water, "She came back early from her trip because Wendy called her, telling her about that matter. She probably wanted to hurry back and sever ties with me."

Oh...

Benny Palmer nodded in understanding, "Honestly, I don’t get why your family is so hostile towards her, they seemed to like her when she was a kid."

"But I really admire you for surrendering your entire fortune for her; it’s understandable that your family isn’t happy."

Christopher Hart fell silent again, puzzled even more.

He understood, loving someone meant treating her well, wanting to give her everything – whether it was an uncontrollable impulse or a deliberate intent to please, that’s what he wanted to do.

But why, despite having given his all and reaching his limit, was the outcome the exact opposite?

His family disapproved, she was ungrateful, and it almost indirectly cost her her life.

Weary, Christopher Hart sighed silently, his hand resting on the wheelchair’s armrest, rubbing the sore corners of his eyes.

Amelia... what exactly should I do to love you?

Seeing him like this, Benny advised, "Why don’t you go and sleep for a bit?"

"I can’t sleep. Let me know immediately if there’s any news."

"Hmm..." Benny Palmer replied, suddenly remembering something, and quickly asked, "When did your eyes get better? Such big news, you didn’t mention it!"

"..." Christopher Hart couldn’t be bothered to respond to that question.

Benny Palmer waved dismissively, "Forget it, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t want to say it, fine, but it’s good that your sight is restored."