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Chapter 442 Not Biological

Chapter 442: Chapter 442 Not Biological

"Charles." Thomas Smith called softly, reminding his son not to say too much.

Amelia Garcia took the tissue paper, but she had already suppressed the bitterness and didn’t shed a tear, so she just clutched the tissue in her hand, pondering Charles Smith’s words. Suddenly, a thought struck her, and more questions arose in her mind.

Snow Fitch liked Charles Smith and had looked into his information.

She remembered that Dr. Smith was older than her — so by that calculation, didn’t Thomas Smith get married earlier than her mother?

Could it be that his love with her mother was an extramarital affair?

Did her mother find out he had a marriage and family, so she was heartbroken and decided to marry Michael Garcia recklessly?

Thinking this way, it seemed quite reasonable.

In her impression, her mother was knowledgeable, reasonable, and held strong values.

Her grandparents came from good family backgrounds and were very insightful and experienced people. They certainly wouldn’t allow their daughter to be a third party destroying someone else’s family.

"Miss Norton? Miss Norton?" Charles Smith saw her suddenly look serious and hung her head without speaking. He slightly tilted his head and called her several times.

"Ah?" She snapped back to reality and lifted her eyes, wanting to directly ask her inner doubts, but when her gaze met Thomas Smith’s, perhaps intimidated by his aura, the words were on her lips but she couldn’t ask them.

"What’s wrong with you? Did mentioning your mother make you sad again?"

Amelia Garcia shook her head, "No... I just thought of some things."

Her impression of Chairman Smith suddenly plummeted.

She felt restless and wanted to leave, hiding her aversion behind sips of tea.

Setting the teacup down, she stood up: "Well... my husband just had surgery today, and I need to go back to the hospital to take care of him."

Charles Smith could see that her words were an excuse. He stood up as well and asked with concern: "Just fine... why the rush? He’ll call you if he needs anything."

Amelia Garcia didn’t respond nor look at Charles Smith, but instead addressed Thomas Smith: "Mr. Smith, you are now the owner of the courtyard house, but I have an awkward request — can you please consider selling the courtyard house back to me when I’m able? You can raise the price."

Originally, Amelia Garcia had wanted to hear more about her mother from this senior, as a commemoration.

But now, sensing that this person might not be of such good character, she dismissed the idea.

In fact, she felt that such a person was not worthy of owning that courtyard house.

"I know this request is somewhat excessive, but the courtyard house has special meaning to me, and I trust you understand. I am very grateful to you for helping me during a difficult time, but please consider allowing me to buy back the courtyard house once I have the means, in consideration of my losing my mother early on."

Thomas Smith did not mind her rudeness; instead, his gaze was calm as he looked at her, with a hint of kindness in his eyes.

Amelia Garcia didn’t understand what he meant.

Charles Smith was also a bit confused.

"Girl, are you misunderstanding?" After a moment, Thomas Smith calmly spoke, pressing his hand towards her, "Sit down, there’s no rush right now."

Amelia Garcia stood still.

With the skills of someone like Thomas Smith, his ability to see through people had long been adept.

Seeing Amelia Garcia standing stiffly and unwilling to sit down, he smiled wryly and said: "Do you think I am a hypocrite? Saying I’m loyal to the family, but in reality sneaking around outside, and then... deceiving your mother? Making her a third party?"

"Isn’t it?" Amelia Garcia, her thoughts seen through, directly retorted.

Charles Smith then realized and quickly said: "Do you think that because I’m older than you... You really misunderstood, I’m not my dad’s biological son."

"What?" Amelia Garcia was shocked, "You..."

She looked at Charles Smith and then turned to look at Thomas Smith sitting in place.

This is quite a bit of information...

She suddenly realized why Chairman Smith was so low-key, clearly prestigious and successful, yet no information about him could be found online.

It turns out his family... has secrets.

Seeing Amelia Garcia with her eyes wide open looking at him, Thomas Smith said: "Yes, Charles isn’t my biological child. When your mother and I fell in love, both of us were unmarried."

Amelia Garcia was stunned... not knowing how to respond for a moment, while not feeling guilty about the contempt she had just felt.

But then again, Chairman Smith’s private life and family are unknown, so is this really true?

For such an esteemed and illustrious figure, a myth-like person, to be married but without biological children?

Or does he have biological children besides Charles this adopted son?

These doubts lingered in her mind, unable to be spoken aloud, as they were still unfamiliar with each other and such topics are extremely private.

Seeing that she still did not sit down, Charles Smith couldn’t help but smile: "You wouldn’t think we’re lying to you, would you? Look carefully, do I resemble my dad?"

Amelia Garcia really took a careful look, then foolishly nodded: "Yes."

"..." Charles Smith was speechless, jokingly said, "Maybe it’s because we’ve been father and son for too long, we’ve become alike."

The scene was a bit awkward, Amelia Garcia paused and had to sit down, her hands fidgeting beneath the table.

Given Thomas Smith’s age and status, he was naturally magnanimous and wouldn’t bother with a junior, especially when this junior was the daughter he loved most in life.

"Don’t be nervous, it’s my fault for not explaining clearly, causing your misunderstanding." Thomas Smith reassured her.

Uncomfortable, Amelia Garcia smiled, knowing she was wrong: "Sorry, I overthought. But, what I just said about wanting to buy back the courtyard house in the future, please consider it, I’m serious."

Thomas Smith said: "I don’t often stay in River City, that courtyard house is probably empty most of the time, I was thinking of asking you to look after it, tidying up now and then. As for buying it back, it’s actually unnecessary, you can go there whenever you want."

So good?

Amelia Garcia looked surprised.

Without waiting for a response, Charles Smith handed her a new set of keys: "Here’s the new key, take one. You can go there anytime you want."

"But if..." Amelia Garcia was so overwhelmed, she stammered, "No, no, this doesn’t make sense... you guys spent so much to buy it, yet... if you’re worried about no one taking care of it, you could hire someone to maintain it regularly."

"But you’re our own, no one else besides you gives us peace of mind, right?" Thomas Smith trusted her immensely.

Charles Smith grabbed her hand and forcefully put the key in it, "Take it. I’m too busy with work and can’t make time."

Amelia Garcia couldn’t believe it; her life had been so unlucky for so many years, the first half felt so bleak and unbearable — how suddenly in the second half she encounters such benefactors?

With gratitude, she looked at Thomas Smith again, feeling a warmth she hadn’t before. She couldn’t help but ask: "Given how fondly you remember my mother, why did you leave for years without a word back then? You’re so kind, I think my mother surely..."

She wanted to say, her mother surely wished to marry such a good man as him.

But saying this might be an improper assumption, so she stopped the sentence.