Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 384: Emma Carter’s Compromise

Chapter 384: Chapter 384: Emma Carter’s Compromise

Christopher, however, was relentless and continued, "In your eyes, your son is unattainable. In her eyes, I’m really nothing. If it weren’t for having a few kids tying her down, with the way you treat her every day, she’d have left long ago. Do you really think she cares about this little money?"

His words were loud enough that Dunn Hart and his family in the hallway could all hear it.

Previously, there were many rumors in the outside world, saying that the president of the Seal-Cloud Corporation found it hard to resist beauty, and they thought it was just gossip.

Now, hearing it from his own mouth, Dunn Hart and his group suddenly realized!

It’s not a rumor!

Christopher really has unwavering feelings for her, deeply rooted in love!

George Hart, seeing his cousins’ family with an enlightened look, felt ashamed and said irritably, "You should all go back! Emma needs peace to recuperate from her illness. Are you here to visit the sick or to add trouble with all your sons and grandsons?"

Dunn Hart put on a wry face, "Cousin, but this company matter... really, it can’t be delayed! If they continue to buy more stocks, after the market opens after the holidays, they may become the largest shareholder in Seal-Cloud, triggering a takeover bid by then..."

George was even more furious when he heard, "Isn’t it the trouble you guys caused! If it really gets forcibly acquired, you will be the sinners of the Hart family!"

Dunn Hart’s group was scolded and left dejectedly.

In the elevator, Dunn Hart’s eldest son, Lucious Hart, looked at his father with difficulty, "Dad, what... what should we do? Are we really going to end up with nothing?"

The eldest daughter-in-law suddenly spoke, "Since we can’t make sense here, why not find someone who can!"

"What do you mean?"

"Find Amelia Garcia! Talk nicely to her, let her persuade him, doesn’t Christopher listen to her the most?"

"This..." Dunn Hart felt embarrassed; he was just defaming that woman.

But in the face of interest and wealth, what does face and dignity matter!

"Ah! It can only be like this!"

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In the ward, after Christopher lost his temper and saw his mother remained silent, he eased a bit.

"Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, you insisted on going back for the New Year, the doctor agreed, you can be discharged for three days. After the New Year, quickly get the surgery done, and then start radiotherapy, if it’s effective, the condition can be controlled, and the first stage will be almost over."

He didn’t speak in a good tone and didn’t care how Emma Carter reacted after saying this, he instructed the caregiver to pack things.

It wasn’t until they were about to leave the ward that Emma mustered the courage, looked at her son, and asked, "Tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve, will those kids come back for the New Year?"

Christopher turned his gaze toward his mother, the anger he just suppressed instantly surged up again.

George Hart, seeing his son’s expression, immediately supported his wife, "Isn’t it appropriate for your mom to ask this question? Families should be reunited for New Year; before, we didn’t know they existed, but now that they are back, what’s the excuse for not coming back to the ancestral home for New Year?"

Christopher said slowly, "Hope has always been here, how come I’ve never heard you mention this family rule before?"

"You—" George was so angry, puffing his beard and glaring, suppressed it for a while, then spat out, "It’s outrageous!"

Christopher had long been immune to scolding, so he didn’t retort and remained silent.

Nowadays, quietly enduring parents’ scolding can also be considered a form of filial piety.

He knows he can’t be a traditional filial son, so he’ll be a unique form of filial piety then.

The ward quieted down, the caregiver packed up and wisely left the room.

The three family members silently confronted each other for a while, and finally, it was Emma who took the initiative to break the silence, "Christopher, I know what you mean... If it’s necessary for that woman to come in, to bring the children back for New Year, then let her come."

What?!

Christopher was shocked and looked at his mother with suspicion.

Even George was incredulous, looking at his wife, wondering if her illness had affected her brain.

Emma sat by the hospital bed, chemotherapy had made her hair fall, and her once well-maintained face now appeared noticeably aged.

She knew her husband and son were both staring at her, doubting her words, and after a pause, she said bleakly, "Wendy is no longer here... this home, is becoming increasingly desolate; this might be my last Spring Festival, it’ll be impossible to have a lively gathering again..."

Christopher, who was just full of defiance, now looked downcast hearing Emma say this.

Emma continued, "I originally thought... With my serious illness, my own son should compromise a little and listen to my advice, but I didn’t expect..."

She gave a self-deprecating smile, then continued, "I’m afraid, even if I die from this illness, I can’t change this reality."

So, she could only compromise, concede, and change her mindset.

During her hospitalization, she had thought of her precious grandchildren.

But because her daughter’s death was related to Amelia Garcia, she harbored anger in her heart, preferring to miss the children rather than actively bring it up—feeling like seeing those kids would wrong the deceased daughter.

But just now, when Dunn Hart’s group came with their extended family to see her.

Seeing them as a harmonious big family, watching those kids frolicking and lively, her longing suddenly spilled over.

Her mentality changed in an instant.

Being so sick, not knowing if there’s a tomorrow, why hold grudges?

If the illness remains untreatable, she hopes the remaining time could be spent enjoying some familial happiness, rather than sitting alone in a hospital room, waiting for death to come.

Otherwise... this life would truly be meaningless.

That’s why she suddenly changed her mind and said those words.

But after the initial shock, Christopher quickly calmed down.

He knew his mother wasn’t genuinely accepting Amelia, but just wanted to see the kids—a temporary expedient.

Not to mention Amelia doesn’t want to return to the old home for New Year, even if she did, given his parents’ temperament, they certainly wouldn’t be kind to her.

On New Year’s Day, he doesn’t want Amelia to be bullied by family because of him, nor does he want the kids to see their mother unhappy.

So, after brief contemplation, he calmly said, "If you truly realize what you’ve done wrong all these years, then call her yourself. She’s not petty; as long as you apologize, she will..."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by Emma’s sudden change of expression, "In my current state, I still have to apologize and admit fault to her? Christopher, I’m your mom, I’m your elder, must you push me to this extent?"

"Mom, we’re talking about reasoning and morals now; she’s suffered so much grievance over the years, raising the kids alone through hardship, isn’t it right to..."

"Enough, just pretend I never said it earlier!" Emma, angered, no longer wanted to hear her son reason with her, called for the caregiver to help her up, and stormed out of the ward.

Christopher sat in his wheelchair, watching his mother leave in anger, his own expression equally unhappy.

Originally, he was supposed to accompany his mother back home, but now, with such an unhappy end, he decided to avoid the commotion and planned to train in the rehabilitation room for half a day.