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Chapter 297 He, cried...

Chapter 297: Chapter 297 He, cried...

With the help of embassy staff, Amelia Garcia had finally arranged for Shaw’s transfer and organized surgery for that same day.

The ambassador was very busy and, after settling everything, he left her a contact number and left.

"Sis, you’re so amazing! You even know diplomats at the embassy!" Shaw saw how polite the ambassador was to her, not merely offering routine assistance, and admired her greatly.

Amelia sat down, exuding exhaustion, "I don’t know any diplomats, it was Christopher who made the arrangements."

"Mr. Hart?" Shaw was even more surprised, "He’s all the way back in our country, how could he contact someone here so quickly?"

"It seems he used some contacts back home..."

Thinking back to the recent satellite call, a warm current swept through her heart again.

No matter how tough she acted, her heart had to admit that this man always appeared at just the right moments when she needed help the most, truly making her defenseless against him.

Shaw nodded, looking at her sister’s listlessly tired face, and sincerely persuaded, "Sis, even if he has wronged you and hurt you in the past, he’s changed for the better and is wholeheartedly devoted to you. Are you really not considering giving him another chance?"

Amelia was pondering this question as well.

Seeing her silent, Shaw sighed, "Having gone through life and death, I thought your views on many things would have changed."

"Um..." Amelia murmured softly, "Things have changed, when he arrives... I’ll have a proper talk with him."

Shaw’s eyes widened, "Who’s coming? You mean... Mr. Hart is coming here? How can he board a plane in his condition?"

Amelia didn’t know how he managed to board a plane, but he was already in the air.

Thinking that he would appear before her in just a few hours, she unexpectedly felt a faint sense of anticipation.

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The eight-hour flight was not easy for Christopher, and he only managed to doze off groggily after taking painkillers for most of it.

His fatigue eased momentarily when the plane landed.

"Christopher, do you want to grab something to eat before we go to the hospital? You barely ate anything on the plane, and I’m barely holding up after these seven to eight hours, let alone you..." As they exited the airport and passed a restaurant, Benny Palmer suggested.

The man in the wheelchair dismissed the idea without hesitation, "No need, let’s go straight to the hospital."

Benny gave Snow Fitch a look, both feeling somewhat helpless, and then kept quiet, hurrying to follow.

On the way to the hospital, Christopher looked up the latest news about the air crash on his phone.

As he looked at the large fuselage destroyed nearly by half, the passengers who died on the spot, and hundreds severely injured hanging by a thread between life and death, his heart clenched uncontrollably, making even his breath tremble.

Snow and Benny were also scrolling through their phones, their hearts heavy as they thought about the passengers who had perished.

In the face of disaster, life seemed so fragile and insignificant.

Thus, those who were alive needed to cherish every sunrise, every sunset, every moment, and everyone around them.

Upon reaching the hospital, Benny initially wanted to suggest Christopher get a check-up first, but guessing it would be futile, they went straight up to the wards.

Unexpectedly, when they knocked and opened the door, there was no one inside.

Christopher’s face stiffened, and for a moment, he feared something had happened to her, or that she hadn’t survived at all, and everything had been his illusion.

Just then, a medical staff passed by in the hallway. Benny quickly grabbed them and asked in English, and the response was that they should be near the operating room.

They then remembered that Amelia’s assistant, Shaw, had been injured and needed surgery.

Christopher said nothing, but his face visibly relaxed and he took several deep breaths, leaning back weakly into the chair, his huge emotional swings evoking sympathy.

Seeing his state, Benny sighed and said, "Let’s go, I’ll ask where the operating room is."

Thus, the group turned towards the operating room.

Amelia sat outside the operating room, utterly alone.

The doctor mentioned that Shaw’s leg condition had worsened due to the overnight delay, making the surgery more complicated. Amelia could not help but feel her heart hang anxiously.

Shaw was a young, spirited girl who had followed her from abroad to home, working diligently and also taking care of her and Noah and Ethan’s daily needs.

Though their relationship was that of a superior and subordinate, in her heart, she had long regarded Shaw as a younger sister.

If she were to suffer a disability...

The more she thought, the more worried and guilty she became.

While she was trapped in anxious and restless emotions, a familiar shout woke her.

"Amelia!"

She was startled and turned around abruptly, only to see Snow Fitch running towards her with immense excitement.

"Snow..." she muttered, standing up. Before she straightened fully, Snow had already rushed up and hugged her tightly.

"You scared me to death, do you know that! I’m just so relieved you’re okay, otherwise... I don’t know what I would’ve done..." Snow was sobbing uncontrollably, her tears soaking Amelia’s shoulder.

Having faced life and death, being embraced by her best friend filled Amelia with profound emotions, her heart surging dramatically.

She hugged Snow tightly back, her throat choked with acidity, and it took several attempts before she could utter her broken voice: "I’m okay... thank God, just lucky... I’m okay, I’m okay..."

Snow Fitch suddenly pushed her away again and looked her up and down, "Are you injured? Did you have a doctor properly check you? Sometimes you can look fine on the outside, but what if there’s internal damage... After all, the plane crash looked horrific, and many people..."

He couldn’t bring himself to continue.

Amelia Garcia held back tears and shook her head repeatedly without answering her friend as her gaze fell on the wheelchair coming slowly down the hallway; her eyes welled up with teary mists.

The face was still handsome but wore a look of exhaustion, with tiredness etched between his brows.

As their eyes met, his deep gaze seemed to fill with a thousand words and intense emotion.

His eyes...

Upon seeing Christopher Hart, Amelia’s expression froze at first, and her eyes fixed on him; but when she realized something was different about his eyes, her expression stiffened, and a look of shock swept through them.

"Christopher Hart, you..."

She couldn’t help but speak. Snow Fitch, hearing her, turned back, saw Christopher Hart approaching, quickly wiped away her tears, let go of her friend’s hand, and whispered, "He has come all this way, endured much hardship, all for you... you both need to talk."

Snow Fitch stepped aside as the wheelchair approached and stopped in front of Amelia.

Christopher Hart couldn’t stand up like Snow Fitch to embrace her—although he desperately wanted to pull her into his arms, hold her tight, and never let go.

He thought she would throw herself into his arms, especially since he had gone to great lengths, traveled miles, and she was in a moment of shock and vulnerability.

Shouldn’t she be crying tears of joy upon seeing him and embrace him tightly?

But she seemed as if she had turned to stone.

It took her a while, but she finally slowly raised her hand but only to shake it in front of him...

"Christopher Hart, your eyes—" Amelia began in disbelief, confirming that his eyes had recovered, but before she could finish, the hand she was wavering in front of him was abruptly seized by him.

With a low cry, she was pulled toward him.

In the next second, she was enveloped in his airtight embrace.

Amelia stood there like a fool, forgetting how to react, awkwardly bending at the waist while held in his arms.

"Christopher Hart, you..." she blurted out subconsciously, meanwhile, her body struggled to stand up—holding her like this was uncomfortable.

"Don’t move!"

But before she could push away from his shoulder, his other hand wrapped around her waist tightly, and she groaned, being completely enveloped by his embrace.

Resignedly, she bent her knees, lowered herself, and let him hold her.

Seeing is believing, but for Christopher Hart, merely seeing this woman well wasn’t enough.

He needed to hold her tight, feel her body temperature, her breath, her scent, just to ease the anxiety and fear in his heart.

Only then could he be sure that she was alright, truly alive, right in front of him, right in his arms.

Their hearts pressed close, they could feel each other’s heartbeat and sense each other’s emotional turmoil.

Amelia had been tensing her body initially, but when she sensed his overly constricted breathing and the dampness on her neck, a sudden alarm overwhelmed her, sending tremors through her.

Christopher Hart... was he crying?

Crying because of her?

Originally, it was Amelia who was fragile and needed comfort.

After all, she had just survived a deadly plane crash.

But when this man held her tight, as if he’d lost a treasure and suddenly reclaimed it, there was a heart-wrenching sense of fragility, as if he were the one who’d survived a disaster.

Amelia’s heart was turmoil struck, emotions shifting rapidly in a flash.

Finally, her heart softened, and past obsessions seemed to dissipate into smoke in an instant.

She slowly raised her hand, first resting it on his back, then slowly moving upward, finally staying at the back of his neck...

Her arms tightened, hooking around, she arched slightly upwards in his solid embrace, then embraced his neck tightly in return.

Christopher Hart felt her emotional and physical shift, his face resting on her shoulder looked surprised for a moment, then his eyes filled with joy, holding her even tighter.

"Amelia..."

"I’m here..."

After this brief exchange, they embraced even more tightly.

A long while later, the man took a shallow breath, his voice trembling severely, then he spoke intensely into her neck, "Amelia Garcia, from now on, stay honestly by my side, and don’t go anywhere!"

A domineering declaration that, under normal circumstances, would have infuriated her, but at this moment, it softened Amelia’s heart even more.

Tears rampaged, yet she didn’t get angry; instead, she smiled and then cooed in his ear as if comforting a child, "Christopher Hart, how old are you, still crying... Wait till we get back, I’ll tell the triplets, and they’ll laugh at you."

She was intentionally teasing him, trying to break the fear in his heart and relieve the overly oppressive and stirring atmosphere.

Normally, Christopher Hart would have retorted to such mockery.

But this time, he had no annoyance, instead, he replied tenderly, "Let them laugh... as long as you are alright, it’s enough..."