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Chapter 366: An Important Character Appears

Chapter 366: Chapter 366: An Important Character Appears

The Hart family’s power and influence were there for all to see, and Wendy Hart’s death quickly made it to the news.

But along with the news, various rumors started swirling around online.

Some said Wendy Hart didn’t die at her own home; others claimed she was murdered, frozen to death, coughed up blood and died, and so on...

Opinions varied widely.

The Hart family issued an obituary, announcing the memorial service would be held three days later at the Nine Clouds Mountain Funeral Home.

Amelia Garcia stared at the obituary for a long time, unresponsive.

Snow Fitch had just finished her work and came over to see her staring at her phone in a daze. After glancing at it, she understood right away.

"What’s wrong? Are you still thinking about going to her funeral?"

Amelia turned to look at her. "Do you think I should go?"

"Go? For what? Look at the rumors online; I bet someone’s stirring the pot. If you go to the funeral, public opinion will drown you in a wave of spit!"

Amelia certainly knew someone was behind all this manipulation, but she couldn’t be bothered to deal with it.

Her thoughts were simple: now that all the grudges had dissipated with Wendy Hart’s passing, she’d completely let go of them—so, at least out of moral obligation, she should attend the funeral.

After all, the public knew about her connection with Christopher Hart, and they also knew Christopher was her son’s biological father.

So if her son’s aunt passed away and she didn’t even show up to see her off, wouldn’t that create an opening for gossip? Besides, it would also make things difficult for Christopher.

And another thing, showing up at the funeral openly might dispel those rumors naturally. Otherwise, outsiders might think she felt guilty and didn’t dare to pay respects to the deceased.

She explained her reasoning.

Snow rolled her eyes. "You’re perfectly upright, sure. But other people might not see it that way. What if there’s chaos or something? Christopher Hart sitting in his wheelchair won’t be able to protect you. Aren’t you worried someone might hit you?"

Before Amelia could reply, her phone rang.

"Jacob Garcia’s calling..." she muttered, walking away to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Sis... That courtyard property paperwork is all sorted on my end. When will you be free? We’ll finalize the transfer then." Jacob Garcia really was generously giving up ownership of the old house.

Amelia thought for a moment and spoke honestly, "I don’t have any money right now, so I can’t offer you the slightest compensation..."

"I know; you gave the money to the company employees. I don’t want money anyway—this property wasn’t mine to begin with. Taking money would make me a blackmailer, wouldn’t it?"

Once again, Amelia was surprised.

How did this younger brother manage to remain untainted like a lotus blooming from mud?

"If that’s the case, then tomorrow works..."

"Okay, I’ll contact you tomorrow then."

"Mm."

She figured that since she wasn’t working for the next couple of days and felt restless staying cooped up in a hotel, she might as well do something productive.

After that, she thought of swinging by the courtyard to see if Michael Garcia’s mistress and their child were still living there.

They surely knew about Michael Garcia’s downfall.

If they had any sense, they’d probably leave on their own and find a place where no one knew them to start over.

Snow heard the whole thing and was so surprised her jaw nearly dropped. "That kid... Is this just a long con? I can’t believe he’s being this generous!"

Amelia hesitated. "...Christopher Hart has met all sorts of people. He wouldn’t be wrong about this, would he?"

Snow suddenly realized something. "Ohhh, so you’re not trusting your own brother; you’re trusting your man."

"..."

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The next day, after dropping her kids off at kindergarten, Amelia Garcia drove to meet Jacob Garcia.

"Sis, I know exactly how the property transfer works. I’ll take you there, and we can get it done quickly."

Jacob Garcia had already gone through one property transfer and was indeed well-versed in the process.

The two headed to the administrative services center.

Since Jacob had made an appointment online in advance, they didn’t have to queue upon arrival. Everything was done in just over an hour.

Amelia looked at the dark red property certificate in her hand, then at her younger brother in front of her—someone she’d never had much regard for—and sincerely said, "Little Jacob, thank you. Otherwise... I honestly don’t know how I would’ve reclaimed this house."

Jacob chuckled. "We’re family; no need to be so formal."

Family...

Amelia had never felt like part of the Garcia Family, but hearing those words now, she smiled faintly, without saying anything.

As they left the administrative center, Jacob asked, "Sis, are you busy? If not, can you give me a ride?"

Amelia replied, "I plan to go check out the courtyard now. If we head there now, we’ll arrive by noon. Do you have anything important today? If not, you can come along."

Thinking about the possibility of that woman and her child still living there, she figured it’d be safer to bring someone along.

Jacob nodded repeatedly. "Sure! Before I left, Brother Lucas cleared me to take the day off—it’s fine as long as I’m with you."

"Mm."

The siblings got in the car and drove to the Ancient Town.

On the road, Christopher called.

"Lucas King told me that Jacob went to you about some property transfer. What’s that about?" Christopher had been so busy these past few days that he barely had time to keep track of everything.

Amelia replied, "Mm, it’s about the courtyard in the Ancient Town. I mentioned it to you before."

"All sorted?"

"All sorted. But I’m driving on the highway right now—I plan to go check out the courtyard."

"Are you alone?"

"I’m with my younger brother."

She mentioned her younger brother naturally, and sitting in the passenger seat, Jacob, who had been fiddling with his phone, turned to glance at her, grinning happily.

"Alright, don’t try to handle everything by yourself. Let me know as soon as anything happens."

"Mm. Don’t worry—focus on your work."

After hanging up, Jacob started teasing, "Sis, you finally admitted I’m your younger brother. Took you long enough!"

Amelia looked a bit awkward and ignored him.

When they reached the Ancient Town Courtyard, sure enough, the old man, the woman, and the child were still living there.

However, the woman wasn’t home at the moment—only the old man and the child were there.

Today happened to be sunny, and the old man was hanging up some freshly washed sheets.

Seeing them walk in, the old man asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?"

Jacob didn’t beat around the bush. "I’m Michael Garcia’s son."

When the old man heard this, his expression changed and he immediately turned to head for the inner room. "I don’t know any Michael Garcia. You’ve got the wrong place."

Jacob didn’t stop him—he simply raised his voice. "My dad’s been arrested. Our family has gone bankrupt, and we’re deep in debt. If you’re smart, you’ll take the kid and leave here, find somewhere no one knows you, and start fresh."

The old man halted mid-step.

Before he could turn back, a young woman walked in through the courtyard gate and asked in surprise, "What did you say? Old Garcia’s been arrested? When did that happen?"

Jacob turned and looked at the woman closely, recognizing her as his father’s mistress—the mother of the little boy. He answered sternly, "It’s been a while. The company went under, and our family went bankrupt too."

The woman’s face paled as she murmured, "No wonder I couldn’t reach him... I thought he’d found someone new and wanted to abandon the three of us..."

Amelia studied the woman. She was very young, looking no more than twenty, with stylish clothing.

Michael Garcia must’ve spent a considerable amount of money maintaining a mistress like her.

"Since you’re here, why don’t you come in and sit?" The woman stepped past them indifferently and entered the room.

Amelia and her younger brother followed her inside.

Outside the courtyard, on the narrow stone-paved street, a Rolls-Royce with an out-of-town license plate slowly pulled up.

When the luxury car came to a stop, the man in the passenger seat got out and opened the rear door.

A refined and elegant middle-aged man stepped out slowly, sizing up the courtyard in front of him. After a long pause, he finally said, "This is the place... So many years have passed, I almost couldn’t remember. Luckily, the courtyard hasn’t changed much."

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