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Chapter 360 The Death of Wendy Hart 3

Chapter 360: Chapter 360 The Death of Wendy Hart 3

In the past, she truly had some doubts.

After all, their marriage was not harmonious, and he was charming enough to mesmerize anyone. If some women actively pursued him, an accidental affair wasn’t entirely impossible.

But now...

Their relationship had reconciled, and he was unable to walk properly, so—

Picturing him being ridden by another woman—ha, with Mr. Hart’s aloof pride, he would never display such a sorry scene before any woman other than her.

"Forget it, I doubt you would dare to act recklessly." She uttered this statement domineeringly, realizing something all of a sudden, "You’ve already started rehabilitation therapy, haven’t you?"

Apart from this exercise, he couldn’t possibly have any other "exercise."

The doctor had mentioned before that depending on his condition after the New Year, he could start rehabilitating. It must be that this person was eager and couldn’t wait that long, so he started early.

Christopher smiled slightly and said disappointingly, "I was hoping to see you get jealous."

She warned coldly, "Ha, if that day truly comes, you won’t be smiling when you say it."

Understanding the deeper meaning of her words, the man took the opportunity to ask, "Is that so? Can President Norton have this self-awareness? Not giving any man the chance to be ambiguous, and not giving me a chance to get jealous?"

"Of course."

Getting this promise from her made him happier than hearing her confess. Christopher readily pledged, "Alright! To be fair, as long as you can do it, so can I—otherwise, it’s up to you to punish me!"

He originally called for some serious matters to discuss, who knew it would deviate into a pile of unrelated things.

Once both sides quieted down simultaneously, Christopher remembered the purpose of returning the call: "What did you want to tell me when you called just now?"

"Oh, that... Snow sent me a financial article that mentioned Seal-Cloud Corporation. It seems some company is buying a large amount of your company’s stock. Do you know about this?"

"I know." Christopher wasn’t surprised, he replied calmly, "It started before New Year’s Day. We initially thought it was normal market trading, but now it seems the other party might be ambitious."

"Ambitious? What do you mean? Do they intend to acquire Seal-Cloud Corporation?"

"Not sure right now. But given Seal-Cloud’s current stock price and size, that company doesn’t have the capability for a forced acquisition."

Christopher had been keeping an eye on this matter for days, and just during this morning’s meeting, he had subtly reminded the company veterans to beware of the sandpiper and clam fighting resulting in the fisherman’s gain—whether they heeded the warning was unknown.

Amelia felt somewhat reassured hearing this, yet somewhat confused: "Have you offended anyone?"

The man smiled lightly, "In the business world, with interests clashing and deceit all around, who doesn’t have a few enemies? However, those daring to clash head-on with Seal-Cloud are not outsiders, but family."

"Family?" Amelia hesitated for a moment before quickly understanding, "You mean you’re having internal strife?"

Actually, the Hart family’s internal strife was news from long ago.

Back then, when Old Master Hart insisted on pushing the young grandson into the helmsman’s position against all objections, there was significant dissent within the Hart family.

During the three years of her marriage to Christopher, occasionally participating in the Hart family’s grand reunion banquets during the festive seasons, she could feel the scheming and turmoil within the large family.

It’s just that the Hart family maintained a good façade, unlike Benny Palmer’s Palmer Group, where their internal splits were known to all, and they didn’t even consider feelings when publicly slandering each other—that’s why Benny escaped to Seal-Cloud for a few years of peace.

Christopher laughed slightly at her question, "Didn’t you already know? Previously, you disliked family gatherings because you resented their hypocrisy."

Amelia said worriedly, "Have you figured out a strategy to deal with it? With inside and outside colluding, can you hold up?"

Christopher spoke indifferently, "When I first took over Seal-Cloud, I got through tumultuous times, there’s no reason to lose to them now. But seeing you worried and anxious for me, I think they’ve done a good deed."

"..." Amelia rolled her eyes silently, thinking he couldn’t see, said irritably, "Whatever, I’m driving, gotta hang up now. The kids and I won’t be going to the Imperial Garden tonight, you rest well."

"Neither of you are coming back?"

"Mm."

"So heartless."

Seeing that he had nothing more to say, Amelia prepared to hang up, but unexpectedly, he abruptly called her: "Amelia."

She hummed, "Anything else?"

"That... I talked to Wendy today." Christopher suddenly began hesitating. There was nothing he could do; at the mention of this sister, he felt guilty towards Amelia.

But in this situation, he could only tough it out to mediate and resolve this matter.

Amelia, hearing his guilty stuttering, knew the next words would surely annoy her and asked proactively, "Were you persuaded by her?"

"I..." Christopher was truly in a dilemma, stammering hesitantly for quite a while before gritting out, "She knows she’s wrong and wants to apologize before her time is up, to put an end to all these entanglements. So she asked me to arrange for you and the kids to meet her at the Imperial Garden in the next few days so she can apologize and officially meet the kids."

Amelia listened stone-faced, considering she was still driving and prioritizing safety, tried to remain calm.

"Did you agree?"

"I... I thought she indeed owes you an apology, which you deserve. And at the Imperial Garden, with me accompanying you and the kids, nothing unexpected will happen." His tone was cautious.

Avoiding the main point...

Ha, Amelia wasn’t foolish and sneered, "I think you really just want your sister to leave this world without regrets."

"Amelia, I’m sorry, I know this puts you in a difficult position. You can think about it; you don’t have to answer me right away."

"Alright, I’ll think about it then." Amelia thought wickedly, if she pondered long enough, could she avoid meeting Wendy? And spare the kids from that malicious aunt’s pretenses?

However, after hanging up the phone, she was still hesitant.

Inside, two little voices were fiercely arguing.

Little Jackson: You’re stupid! That woman is just pretending to be pitiful, don’t fall for it!

Little Wilson: What if she’s genuinely repentant? A person near death speaks with goodwill. Can you deny someone even a chance to admit and repent?

Little Jackson: Ha! How could someone like her truly repent? She’s already twisted, a pervert! She can’t stand anyone being better than her!

Little Wilson: That’s prejudice! Just like Wendy’s parents assumed you’re scheming and materialistic!

Little Jackson: Anyway, you’ll regret it if you meet her!

Little Wilson: But if you don’t meet and she dies in a few days, won’t Christopher resent you for it? Then you’d also regret it!

Ah—

Amelia was on the verge of a breakdown!

Her regret now was reconciling with Christopher.

If they hadn’t reconciled, they could still co-parent the kids without facing all these messy problems.

Whether seeing Wendy or not, she’d have justified reasons and be free from the moral constraints that societal norms cannot forgive.

Utterly annoyed to the extreme!

However, heaven did not let this annoyance linger too long.

Because—when she drove home, she unexpectedly saw Wendy, who said she’d meet her in a few days at the Imperial Garden — standing right at her doorstep!