Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 445: I Want to Hit You

Chapter 445: Chapter 445: I Want to Hit You

Lucas King said, "Isn’t it Old Master Hart who came over? He thought of a solution."

"What solution?"

"It’s... to expand business cooperation, just bring in some more investors for the project."

Unfortunately, Amelia wasn’t stupid at all. She thought about how Christopher was usually so attached to her, but tonight he was insisting that she should go back—she immediately understood, "Christopher already knows, doesn’t he? He asked you not to tell me, right? Doesn’t want me to get involved, right?"

"This..." Lucas hesitated, even more at a loss, caught in a dilemma.

Amelia immediately understood everything.

No wonder he kept urging her to leave; he must have been thinking of staying up late to handle the work.

"You tell me the situation truthfully, don’t worry, Christopher won’t do anything to you." Amelia instructed decisively, with a tone of someone who had a firm grasp on the situation.

Lucas stammered, "Madam... Since President Hart doesn’t want you to worry, then you shouldn’t. You’ve been through a lot these days, why not take a good rest for a few days?"

"The company is in such a big mess; how can I rest? If this matter isn’t handled well, all our previous efforts will be in vain, and all my considerable efforts and sacrifices will come to nothing!"

Lucas thought: That’s indeed true...

"Hurry up and speak. Think it through; if you offend your boss, I can still protect you, but if you offend me, aren’t you afraid of your boss’s pillow talk?"

Lucas said aggrievedly, "Madam, you two are bullying me."

Amelia chuckled, not saying a word.

Lucas had no choice but to tell the truth: "The situation isn’t very good. Old Master Hart came over and is trying his best to coordinate, but the funding gap is too large. The money we’ve managed to scrape together won’t last for long."

"When will the project resume?"

"Tomorrow it can start again. But, at most for three or four days, if subsequent funds can’t keep up, we will have to stop again. The news is being suppressed for now, but it can’t be suppressed for long."

"Alright, I got it."

After hanging up the phone, Amelia didn’t originally want to communicate with Christopher—this guy, he learned to hide things from her, and she was angry.

But then she thought, he just had surgery and needs absolute bed rest. What if he gets anxious and decides to go on a business trip or something against his health...

The more she thought about it, the more worried she became, so she quickly put on her Bluetooth headset and dialed Christopher’s number.

In the hospital room, Christopher had the caregiver help him add another pillow to raise his head slightly, making it easier to look at his phone.

Lucas sent a message on WhatsApp, with a pitiful emoji and text: Madam knows everything.

He frowned slightly, but before he could scold, his phone buzzed, and the screen switched.

He stared at the phone, his brows furrowed, a hint of helplessness flashed in his deep, dark eyes. After a pause, he had no choice but to answer, "What’s up? Miss me already after just parting?"

"I want to hit you!"

"They say hitting is affection, scolding is love, seems like you want to kiss me."

There’s no denying that Mr. Hart had thick skin.

Clearly, he was also angry inside, yet he could still flirt verbally.

Amelia felt discomfort, and she wasn’t in the mood to respond to sweet talk, instead, she scolded, "Aren’t you shameless? Do you think you can divert the topic with clowning around?"

He then went silent, no longer responding.

Amelia didn’t beat around the bush, directly saying, "For this week, even if the sky falls, you can’t leave the hospital, can’t leave the bed. Just lie down and recover quietly."

Christopher’s face turned a bit more serious, "Amelia, Seal-Cloud is my responsibility, not yours. I’m grateful for what you’re doing, but it makes me seem like a useless person, one who only burdens you."

"What do you mean yours or mine? I’ve invested billions in it; doesn’t the company belong to me now too? Who was it who used to say over and over again that in the future he’d give me all his shares and just work for me? Since it’s going to be mine eventually, I can’t just stand by and do nothing now."

Christopher remained silent, not uttering a single word.

Amelia, feeling excited after speaking, was taken aback by the lack of response from the other side, she asked, "Did you hear what I said?"

"I’m listening."

"Then why don’t you give me a response?"

Christopher seemed to let out a slight sigh and then, with a deep and charming voice, said slowly, "I was thinking about those years when we were apart, how you were unsupported, having to both start a business and take care of two kids, pushing yourself to be an invincible superwoman. Though glamorous, it was exhausting. And now that we’re back together, you should have someone to rely on and not be so pressured, but it seems that you’re even more tired than before."

"Amelia, I’m a man; I should bear the hardships. If I can’t make you happy, if I can’t provide protection for you and the kids, what’s the point of you coming back to me? You’re already doing an excellent job taking care of me and the three kids, so just leave the rest to me, okay?"

Christopher’s voice grew softer and softer, so soft that it felt like a gentle breeze in March, making one feel exceptionally comfortable and unconsciously relaxed.

Amelia was suddenly speechless, with his words echoing in her ears, initially moved.

Moved for quite a while, she gradually recollected herself, feeling indignant, she openly said, "If you think I’m too domineering, just say it directly, no need to beat around the bush."

"No, I truly feel for you."

"But I also feel for you. It’s been six months since you fell from the building, and you still can’t fully recover. I feel both for you and worried... I fear that you won’t get better and will have to be in a wheelchair for your whole life."

Just because of how gracefully he articulated it, taking care of her dignity, Amelia also felt she should reflect, so she adjusted her tone first.

She mumbled, half complaining, half feeling coquettish; Christopher immediately had no temper to continue.

"Don’t worry, that won’t happen. I will definitely stand up again and return to a normal state."

"Then you have to obediently follow the doctor’s orders and rest well these days. Isn’t your father handling the company’s issues? I’ll also find someone to think of a solution. If I can help, that’s great; if not... we’ll have to leave it to fate."

Both of them calmly communicated, and it was indeed very effective.

Christopher smiled and agreed, "Alright, I’ll listen to the doctors and know what’s important."

"Okay, I’ll also let you know if anything comes up, I won’t hide it from you."

"Alright."

"So... is there anything else?"

"No, just be careful driving."

"Mm, don’t worry!" Just before hanging up, Amelia remembered something, "Oh, don’t blame Lucas; he remembered your instructions. I forced him to tell."

Christopher smiled, self-deprecatingly saying, "My people have all betrayed me, joining your camp."

Amelia chuckled, "That’s because they know the times, knowing even the boss has bowed beneath my skirt."

The two of them just laughed it off, and the previous bit of unpleasantness instantly dissipated.

After hanging up, Amelia’s emotions were tumultuous and couldn’t calm down for quite a while.

Her mind filled with scattered thoughts, until she almost ran a red light. She jolted back to awareness, forcing herself to stay calm, to stay calm.

Right now, there’s only one person who can help.

But... they’re after all not familiar, suddenly asking, and asking for ten billion at that, seems quite inappropriate.

Amelia agonized over and over, unsure if she should seek help from Chairman Smith.