Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 368: She is the Love of My Life

Chapter 368: Chapter 368: She is the Love of My Life

However, no one answered on the other side.

Guessing he might be busy, Amelia called Benny instead.

"Hello, Amelia, what is it?" Benny’s voice came through, sounding a little groggy, clearly awakened from a nap.

"Sorry to disturb your rest, Young Master Palmer. I wanted to ask about the Peak Industries situation. You must know about it too. What’s Christopher planning to do? I just tried calling him, but no one answered."

"Ah... he’s aware of it, but he’s too occupied right now. He probably hasn’t told you—his mom’s not well and was admitted to the hospital last night."

"His mom? You mean..."

"Yes."

"What’s the illness?"

"It was initially said to be heart trouble. Older people tend to have that to some extent, but losing her daughter dealt a heavy blow, and it might’ve worsened things. But this morning, I heard from Christopher that she had a full-body check-up, and they seem to have found something else. They’re waiting for further test results."

Amelia froze.

How could so many things happen at once?

"Around noon... he called me, but he didn’t mention any of this." She hesitated and spoke slowly.

Benny said, "Of course he wouldn’t mention it. The two of you are like fire and water; how could he possibly tell you about it?"

"I see..."

"As for the company situation, I think Christopher’s approach might be rather passive."

"What do you mean?" Amelia didn’t quite understand. In her impression, the word "passive" didn’t suit Christopher at all.

Benny offered a succinct explanation: "The Hart family has an elder relative—Christopher’s uncle, well... technically, his grandfather’s brother’s son. He’s never accepted Christopher’s control over Seal-Cloud Corporation and has been challenging it overtly and covertly for years. In the past, Christopher was focused on breaking new ground and was determined to prioritize the company, keeping everyone else in check. But now, with you and the kids, he’s mellowed out, viewing things more philosophically. He might be thinking, if they want to seize power, let them have it. After all, they’re still Harts—does it really matter who’s in charge?"

Having been the Hart family’s daughter-in-law for three years, Amelia naturally knew about that uncle. She just didn’t expect someone his age to become so aggressive and confrontational.

Startled by Benny’s words, she said, "Are you saying... he plans to surrender without a fight?"

Benny sighed, "It’s not that he doesn’t want to fight; it’s that he’s stretched too thin right now."

Amelia fell silent...

Indeed, his sister’s death, his mother’s illness, himself in a wheelchair, relatives eyeing his position with greed, external threats looming large—how could anyone handle all that?

Money, power—they’re just fleeting illusions, things external to one’s life.

Perhaps it would be better to let go and seek some peace for the remainder of his life.

In any case, with the two of them, they could still support three kids without much trouble.

"Alright, I understand. I’ll talk to him when he’s free."

"Hmm."

After hanging up, Amelia felt a heavy weight pressing on her chest. Suddenly, a pang of heartache surged for that man.

They had promised not to hide anything from each other anymore. Yet, facing such immense pressure, surrounded by enemies on all sides, he hadn’t revealed a single word to her.

Every time he called, it was to check on her, comfort her, and ask about the kids.

This man... he had truly changed, so, so much.

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In the hospital, Christopher was engaged in a confrontation with Emma Carter.

Emma leaned against the hospital bed, her gaze level with her son who sat in the wheelchair.

"Christopher, I’ve already lost Wendy. Now, there’s only you. If you still refuse to listen to me, then I won’t bother with any treatment. I’ll just jump off the building and go accompany your sister." Emma’s face was haggard, with significantly more gray hair within just a few days. She looked much older.

Christopher’s expression remained stoic, though anger burned fiercely inside him as he listened to his mother’s words.

Yet, he could not unleash it.

The medical report indicated a high likelihood of his mother having breast cancer, pending further confirmation by tests. If the diagnosis was confirmed...

He dared not think further. After a moment of silence, he replied in an even tone, "Mom, Wendy’s death wasn’t Amelia’s fault; it was Wendy’s. Blaming Amelia for this and forcing me to end things with her is truly... unreasonable."

"Unreasonable?" Emma raised her voice. "Your own sister is dead, and you can still rationally and coldly analyze right and wrong like this? You call this being reasonable?"

"I’m heartbroken over Wendy’s death too. These past few days, whenever I close my eyes, I see her lying in my arms. That pain and despair will haunt me forever. But I can’t let that cloud my sense of judgment. You all think I’m standing by an outsider and betraying my own sister. But in my heart, Amelia has always been my wife, my family, and the person I want to spend my life with. I’ve already hurt her once; I can’t repeat that mistake. Besides, we have three kids together, and I have to protect the warmth and harmony of that little family."

Emma trembled with anger at his words, her lips quivering. She lifted a finger to point at him, and after a long moment, finally managed to curse, "Get out! I don’t want to see you! You’ve disappointed me too much!"

"Mom, please don’t get upset; your health is more important." Looking at his mother’s extreme stubbornness, Christopher was helpless. He could only turn his wheelchair and leave the room.

At the door, he encountered George Hart coming in from outside.

"Dad."

Father and son exchanged a glance. George’s face remained cold, and he ignored the greeting, walking straight into the hospital room.

Christopher turned back and reminded, "Wendy’s memorial service is tomorrow at 9 a.m. I’ll arrange for someone to pick you both up ahead of time."

Lucas King waited in the hallway. Seeing him emerge, he immediately stepped forward to help push the wheelchair.

Christopher slumped in his seat, reaching into his pocket for his phone, only to discover a missed call.

It was from Amelia.

Over the past few days, he had been so overwhelmed that he hadn’t even noticed when his phone had been switched to silent mode.

Realizing that Amelia must have had something important to call about, he immediately dialed back.

The line was picked up almost instantly.

"Amelia, my phone was somehow on silent, so I didn’t hear your call."

"It’s fine. I know you’ve been busy."

"Was there something you needed?"

"There was, initially. I wanted to ask you about Peak Industries continuously targeting Seal-Cloud Corporation. But since you didn’t answer, I called Young Master Palmer instead. He told me some details, and now I understand your perspective."

Christopher, assuming she had run into trouble and needed help, relaxed slightly upon hearing this.

"Yeah, Benny and I talked about it too. I just can’t deal with everything all at once these days, nor do I have time to meet those major stakeholders to increase my equity. So... I’ll let it take its course."

Understanding his current situation, Amelia responded calmly and gently, "Alright. No matter what decision you make, I’ll support you."

The man tugged at his lips in a faint, self-deprecating smile. "I once joked that the woman would handle the outside world while the man stayed at home. It seems I spoke it into existence. If I lose my job, I’ll have to rely on you to support us."