Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 340 "Thank You for Your Hard Work": The Double Meaning

Chapter 340: Chapter 340 "Thank You for Your Hard Work": The Double Meaning

"Oh, oh... okay, I’ll go let the kitchen prepare right away."

When Aunt Harper left, Amelia finally breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly grabbed the now-disassembled bedding and carried it to the laundry room, tossing it into the washing machine.

Seriously...

A dizzy spell came over her as she stood by the washing machine, watching the sheets tumble inside. Her mind, however, was replaying the chaotic scene from the night before...

Oh, my God!

She covered her face, utterly baffled at how she, who had been calm and rational for years, could suddenly become so... shameless.

Downstairs, Christopher’s voice called out for her to come eat.

Coming back to her senses, Amelia took a deep breath to compose herself, suppressing her chaotic emotions, before feigning nonchalance and heading downstairs for breakfast.

Christopher saw her coming, his gaze steady, his expression calm.

But only he knew what was running through his mind at that moment.

Last night... those moments marked the most satisfying and delightful night of the past five or six years for him.

If there was any imperfection, it would be his battered body—a disgrace, truly. Who knows when it will finally heal?

The two settled into their seats, neither speaking for a while, as an odd air hung over the dining table.

After some time, Christopher glanced over at her, gently sliding a basket of buns in front of her. In a low voice, he said, "Eat more... you’ve worked hard."

"Pfft—" Amelia, who’d been quietly sipping her porridge, coughed spectacularly at his words, spraying porridge all over the table.

How embarrassing!

She quickly grabbed some napkins, frantically wiping her mouth, her face, and the table. In her rush, she ended up knocking over her glass of soy milk.

Oh, come on—

Things only grew messier, leaving her scrambling even more.

Christopher, noticing she was on the verge of crawling under the table from embarrassment, hurriedly handed her more napkins to help clean up. He explained awkwardly, "I... I wasn’t talking about last night. I meant you’ve been working hard these days. You seem to have lost some weight. Eat more to put it back on—"

"Just stop talking!" Amelia interrupted, her tone flustered and exasperated. If this wasn’t a textbook case of digging one’s own grave, she didn’t know what was. Her ears felt like they were pouring with blood, and her flushed face burned like it was ready to explode.

Realizing this "misunderstanding" was beyond saving, Christopher’s face also turned red as he found himself tongue-tied and awkwardly sucking in air.

Just then, amidst the tense yet oddly humorous atmosphere at the breakfast table, someone strolled over from the main hall, loudly announcing, "Hey! Looks like I arrived just in time! Haven’t had breakfast yet."

Before finishing his sentence, Benny was already standing nearby. Surveying their odd mood, he glanced back and forth between the two of them, curiously asking, "What’s going on with you two? Did you have a fight?"

Christopher shot him an annoyed look. "Why are you here so early in the morning?"

Benny pulled out a chair and sat down, looking around the place. "Where’s your staff? Aunt Harper? Why’s no one here to bring me a bowl and chopsticks?"

His last words were said loudly.

At his shout, Aunt Harper hurried over from the back garden, smiling as she said, "Young Master Palmer has arrived. I’ll bring you your utensils right away."

Feeling satisfied, Benny leaned back in his seat and, turning to his friend in the wheelchair, quipped without hesitation, "Do you think I actually care about eating your breakfast? Coming here only to watch you two flaunt your relationship—it’s ruining my appetite!"

"No one asked you to come."

"Fine, I won’t stoop to your level!" Benny muttered as he stuffed a few bites of food into his mouth, clearly having come with business to discuss. After swallowing his food, he finally looked at Christopher and sighed, "Your messy situation—I may not be able to handle it anymore."

Amelia, who had been fully occupied with her embarrassment, kept her head down the whole time, mortified at the thought of getting caught by Benny. But when she heard this comment, her instincts made her raise her gaze.

Christopher’s expression shifted slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Haven’t you heard?" Benny put his bowl and chopsticks aside, suddenly losing his appetite. "Seal-Cloud Corporation is ultimately your Hart Family’s business. You’ve been away for months now, and I’ve taken the reins. The company’s aristocratic big shots are becoming increasingly dissatisfied."

"I’ve heard some of it, but their complaints aren’t specific to you. Even when I was there, they were just as adversarial toward me."

To put it bluntly, those people have never been convinced since the old master directly handed management authority to him back then.

"But you have legitimacy, whereas I... Seal-Cloud’s recent projects clash with portions of the Palmer family business. They’re worried I might have conflicting interests and secretly undermine them, so their distrust has grown exponentially. If your health is improving, you’d better return as soon as possible."

Amelia glanced at Christopher and said, her tone colored with concern, "Let’s go to the hospital later for a check-up and hear what the doctor says."

"You’re heading to the hospital later?" Benny asked curiously.

"Yes, last night he suddenly had a splitting headache and remembered things from the past. He’s going in to get it checked out." Amelia explained.

"Your memory came back?!" Benny exclaimed in surprise. "You remembered all that messy marriage and divorce business too?"

"..." Christopher’s face darkened, refusing to dignify that with a response—talk about hitting the sorest spot.

Benny, seemingly thrilled, burst out laughing. "I came at just the right time! Looks like you’re not in any serious physical trouble anymore. Hurry up and get back to work! I’m better off playing sidekick than wearing myself out entirely."

Amelia chimed in, "Young Master Palmer, even if he goes back, he can’t overwork himself. He might only manage a few hours a day and still rely heavily on you to shoulder the load."

"Oh, wow. Look at you—starting to speak up for him, huh? Even your words are dripping with care and concern for him." Benny teased.

"..."

"Tsk tsk, no wonder some people are dragging their heels about going back to work. Being here, immersed in this blissful romance, must feel better than being in heaven itself!"

"Can you knock it off already?" Christopher snapped, glaring sideways at the woman beside him. Simultaneously, the two of them blushed furiously.

Benny, keenly observant, glanced back and forth, his grin turning even more mischievous. "Looks like your relationship has escalated quite a bit! This is so unfair—why am I wearing myself out while you two live the high life, carefree as can be? I don’t care, you need to get back to the office to take charge, or else I’m throwing in the towel too! Anyway, it’s not my career at stake."

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At the hospital, Christopher was taken by a nurse for a comprehensive check-up.

Amelia’s phone kept ringing nonstop—calls from work.

After just half a day of "absence," she had already piled up so much trouble. She couldn’t even fathom how busy Benny must have been managing an entire company without Christopher for months.

Over an hour later, Christopher returned in his wheelchair. She quickly put her phone away and stepped forward to him.

"How do you feel? Are you tired?"

"Not too bad."

The two exchanged a glance before Amelia instinctively moved behind him, pushing his wheelchair into the office of the attending doctor.

"Mr. Hart’s injuries are recovering well. Just keep resting and recuperating. As for the return of his memories, like I mentioned before, selective amnesia is more often a psychological barrier—patients unconsciously suppress memories they don’t want to face, leading to temporary or permanent memory loss."

"Now that his memory has returned, it’s likely due to stability in his emotions, allowing him to overcome these inner obstacles. The shadows of the past dissipate naturally, and his psyche adjusts back to normal."

Stability in emotions?

Amelia couldn’t help but blush again as she listened to the doctor’s words.

Could this mean that yesterday, returning home while cuddling and sweet-talking the whole way, helped dissolve his psychological barriers?

This was... too absurd...