Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 431: Moved to Tears

Chapter 431: Chapter 431: Moved to Tears

It’s only a little past four in the afternoon, and Lucas King said the flowers have been delivered and are already placed in the car.

He even took a photo and sent it over.

Christopher looked at that enormous bouquet of pink roses, vibrant and captivating, and a smile involuntarily broke across his face.

This is the second time he’s sent flowers to Amelia.

The last time was when they decided to start over, and he ordered champagne roses to be sent directly to the company.

However, he later heard that she hadn’t accepted the flowers and had her assistant dispose of them.

Today, he was offering them by hand, and he was curious to see if she would accept them graciously.

Such romantic gestures weren’t his forte, and thinking about the scene of giving the flowers made him a little embarrassed, yet he eagerly anticipated Amelia’s reaction.

As his mind fluttered away, he became increasingly restless.

Despite having a lot of unfinished business waiting for him, he decided to sneak off early and return home.

Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang.

He squinted at the caller ID—it was a call from home.

He had been so busy recently that he hadn’t returned home for some days.

But he asked about his mother’s condition daily through the caregiver, always being attentive—post-surgery, her condition was temporarily under control and relatively stable.

With this call, it was unlikely due to his mother’s health; it was more likely his father asking about the company.

"Hello."

On the other side was indeed George Hart, speaking with a faint excitement: "Christopher, I saw the news, spoke with several members on the board; you’re impressive! In such a difficult situation, you managed to take control! Dunn Hart just called me, saying he’s been losing sleep and unable to eat these days, but now he can finally be at ease!"

"Hmm." Rarely did he hear praise and admiration from his father, Christopher responded indifferently, saying, "It’s only that we’re temporarily ahead now, but the summit is still holding on, it might have some tricks left."

"Ha! What tricks could they possibly have left? They’re probably already assessing their assets, thinking of minimizing losses!" George Hart was in high spirits, speaking with robust energy, gloatingly declaring, "This colossal loss, they’ll surely go bankrupt! It’s truly like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating their capabilities!"

Christopher chuckled silently, not replying.

In the past, upon winning a battle, he would certainly become arrogant, attacking relentlessly to ensure the opponent never rises again—that wouldn’t be Christopher Hart!

But now, having experienced so much, whether the peaks and troughs of his career or the breakup and reunion with Amelia, had tempered his mindset, teaching him to be modest, reserved, and humble.

Moreover, this time, there really was no reason to be arrogant.

The victory in this round owed much to Amelia, and even if arrogant, it would be about her capabilities, not his own.

He has a great woman.

George Hart saw his son being silent, smiled slightly, and immediately changed the topic: "Well... You’ve been working hard these days, haven’t come home for quite a while, could you take some time today? Come home for dinner tonight; your mother requested the kitchen to make a nourishing soup and cook all your favorite dishes. We haven’t seen you for some days, and she misses you."

In memory, his father speaking so kindly to him was back when he was young.

Christopher had a moment of daze, a faint warmth passing through his heart, but he quickly snapped back to reality.

"I have plans tonight, I can’t make it."

"I know you’re busy, but a meal won’t take too much time. You can eat, then go back to work."

"Tonight is just not possible, maybe next time."

"But the kitchen is almost ready. If you don’t come, how could your mom and I finish so much food?" George Hart persistently persuaded.

Christopher hesitated, and as silence lingered, he heard his mother’s voice from the other side of the phone.

Then George Hart added, "Your mom said if you truly can’t come, maybe we could set another day, but do take care of yourself. The kitchen prepared the dishes you love, and later we’ll have someone bring them to the Imperial Garden; you can heat them up when you come home from work."

Christopher grew a bit impatient, but considering his parents’ intentions and his mother’s condition...

He composed himself, suppressing his temper, and explained, "I’m not going back to the Imperial Garden tonight, don’t trouble anyone for nothing."

Just as he finished speaking, his mother, Emma Carter, questioned, "You’re not going to the Imperial Garden? Are you staying at the office? Or are you going to Amelia Garcia’s place?"

Christopher remained silent.

Emma Carter understood immediately, "Seems you’re going to Amelia Garcia’s place."

With a sigh, Emma continued, her tone carrying a touch of dissatisfaction and grievance: "I haven’t bothered you despite my illness, hoping you’d come home once busy times are over for a meal, but I didn’t expect... in your heart, we, as your parents, hold no significance."

Christopher was most irked by such talk, his tone grew somewhat terse, "Mom, I didn’t say I wouldn’t come back to see you. But tonight, I wish to be with her and the kids. For me, for Seal-Cloud, she secretly sold her company, sold the estate left to her by her ancestors, and even sold all the assets I’d previously gifted her!"

Christopher was aware of Amelia Garcia selling those assets but chose not to argue with her about them and pretended not to know.

He thought that from now on, everything he had would be hers, and he would work twice as hard to give her endless wealth and luxury.

"You always said she was with me for something—to gain my status, to gain my money—now you should believe it, she’s seeking nothing. She’s capable, and never cared about money. Even when you were hostile towards her, never showing her a kind face, she silently sacrificed her career and everything, saving the Hart Family from danger! It’s not only because I’m grateful to her, but even you, and the entire Hart Family should say sorry to her and thank her!"

"But you haven’t, you’re not even aware of her sacrifices and contributions. Honestly, I even feel it’s unfair for her."

Christopher originally just wanted to state a fact.

But as he continued to speak, he gradually grew emotional, his eyes reddening and moistening involuntarily.

He sincerely felt it was unfair for Amelia.

If he had known earlier that bringing her back would cause her such sacrifice, he really shouldn’t have forcibly reconciled.

In retrospect, it was him who had heavily implicated Amelia.

As Christopher’s words settled, silence fell on the other side.

George Hart had called using the home phone, currently set to speaker, so this speech had been heard clearly by both him and Emma Carter.

Their faces froze, disbelief glinted in their eyes, exchanging surprised looks.

It was a while before Emma Carter asked, "You said... it was her who helped the company through the crisis?"

Christopher took a deep breath, calming the turmoil in his heart, his tone returning to calm: "If you don’t believe it, you can go investigate; anyway, there’s not a single false word in what I’ve said."

The words fell just as the elevator reached the ground floor. Seeing him exit, the driver immediately approached to assist him in maneuvering the wheelchair.

Busy employees bustling in the lobby saw him and respectfully greeted him with polite bows, "Hello, President Hart!"

Christopher nodded gently and finally said to the phone over there: "In short, I’m unavailable tonight, I’ll go home for dinner tomorrow."

With that, he hung up the call.

On the other end, Emma Carter, wearing a hat, slowly sat down. After a while, she raised her eyes to George Hart and murmured softly, "That woman... she, would she really do this for Christopher... You think she’s plotting some scheme again? No... this price is too high, not like a scheme... Quickly, go ask around, see if she really did as Christopher said..."