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Chapter 451 Another Cancer

Chapter 451: Chapter 451 Another Cancer

Amelia furrowed her brow, looking impatient, and hung up without much hesitation.

Thomas Smith observed all this, smiled slightly, said nothing, and got into the car first.

As the Rolls-Royce drove towards the city center again, Thomas Smith finally brought up the new crisis the Seal-Cloud Corporation was facing.

"Girl, you’re willing to do so much for him, but he might not appreciate it. Don’t let your good intentions backfire," Thomas Smith hinted. He could tell that these two young people seemed to be having a conflict; otherwise, he wouldn’t even refuse to answer the phone.

Amelia, being smart, felt a bit embarrassed at his words. She pursed her lips before explaining, "He just doesn’t want me to humble myself everywhere for his sake, nor does he want me and the kids’ future to be dragged down by the company."

"It’s normal for him to have these thoughts. However, you and he are not officially together, yet you’re doing so much for him, it’s indeed a bit..."

Thomas Smith wanted to say, a bit silly, but upon thinking, felt it was too harsh and stopped.

Amelia, of course, knew what her actions looked like to others.

—For an ex-husband who had hurt her, she sold her own company and ancestral home, trying every way to gather enough money to help him through his difficult times.

If she were an onlooker, she would think this person must be crazy!

Even a moth flying into the flame wasn’t as tragic.

But being in it now, she just couldn’t stand by idly, so she explained again, "He has proposed to me many times, but I just haven’t accepted."

"Oh?" Thomas Smith was surprised, finding it interesting, "Why not? You don’t want to marry him? Don’t love him anymore? If you didn’t love him, you wouldn’t be trying so hard to help him."

"Uncle Smith, to be honest, after going through so much and reaching this age, love isn’t the same as when I was young, when it was the world with or without a specific person. It’s just that being with him doesn’t feel uncomfortable, and with three children, as long as he treats me well, treats the kids well, I’m willing to treat him well. Like this... living a safe and peaceful life is much better than love itself."

Young love is about daily flirting, passion, feeling like the world collapses without each other.

"Middle-aged" love is just an ordinary part of life’s burden.

There are so many things more important than love.

She prefers to describe the mutual support and reliance of "middle-aged" people as comrades.

Two people fighting side by side, raising children together, facing life’s ups and downs together, achieving a 1+1>2 transcendence.

"So, for me, whether there’s a wedding certificate is meaningless. My happiness doesn’t depend on him. Instead, he’s always uneasy, worried that I’ll leave at any moment."

Thomas Smith nodded, somewhat admiring her overly clear-headed remarks, "You’re braver than your mother was."

Amelia smiled and said, "It’s a different era; the rise of women is also forced by societal circumstances. If my mother were still alive, her ideas would definitely be very progressive now."

"Maybe, your mother was quite unique."

Thomas Smith had intended to use the opportunity of helping Seal-Cloud to indirectly strengthen their relationship—perhaps by using some methods to force the Hart Family to accept this girl and allow them to marry smoothly.

But now, after hearing Amelia’s thoughts, he changed his mind.

"Girl, since you’re not in a hurry to marry him, how about... I give you a strategy—let’s heighten his sense of crisis a bit more." Thomas Smith smiled knowingly, plotting something unknown in his mind.

Amelia was curious, "What strategy?"

"The Hart Family looks down on you? Bullying you because your maternal family has no one. How about this, I adopt you as my goddaughter. In the future, we father and son will be your family, and I want to see if their attitude towards you changes."

What?

Amelia’s eyes widened in shock, looking at Thomas Smith, unsure whether to be happy or amazed.

"Uncle Smith, this..."

She hadn’t thought of what to say when her phone rang.

Thinking it was Christopher calling again, she was ready to hang up without even looking. But her eyes glanced, and it was Jacob Garcia.

"Uh, Uncle Smith, let me take this call." She closed her mouth, collected herself, and quickly answered the phone, turning her head to look out the window to calm her agitated emotions.

"Hello, Little Jacob..."

"Sis, what are you busy with?"

"Nothing much, what’s up?" Jacob, although working at Seal-Cloud, was just an ordinary employee, surely unaware of the crisis Seal-Cloud was again facing, so Amelia saw no need to tell him these things.

"Well... there’s something I want to trouble you with." Jacob hesitated, seeming to have something difficult to say.

Amelia’s heart tightened momentarily, thinking he might be asking for something in return now? But she was in a tough spot herself now.

Considering he had indeed helped her a lot, and this boy was, compared to other family members, relatively conscientious, she didn’t resist and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"It’s just... the prison called a few days ago, saying Dad was sick and asked if the family could visit him. I went yesterday, saw him, indeed he’s not doing well... He said the medical conditions in prison are too poor, he wants to apply to get out for medical treatment, but doing so requires family cooperation."

Michael Garcia?

The name leapt into her mind, and Amelia instinctively felt averse.

Why can’t he stay settled even in prison?

"Does it need money?"

"Yes, it does, and if we family members can’t take care of him, we’d... have to hire someone. My salary isn’t enough..." Jacob also knew that this sister of his was now also bled dry, having no money.

Hence he hesitated for a night before making the call today.

As if misfortune never comes singly.

Amelia held her forehead with one hand, only feeling a headache.

Why are so many messy matters mixed together?

Why does this person, who never fulfilled his duties and responsibilities as a father, keep consuming her like this?

"Little Jacob... you know, I’m also having a hard time right now."

"Yes, I know... I just thought, hiring someone isn’t necessary, I go to work during the day and accompany him at night, but I really don’t have the money for the surgery. Oh! I asked the prison, actually, there is health insurance, we just need to advance the payment, later, part of it can be reimbursed."

"Surgery? What disease does he have?"

Jacob said, "Rectal cancer, but it was caught early. It is said that with timely surgery and treatment, he can still live a few more years."

Cancer...

Amelia heard the word and felt a buzz in her head.

First reaction, karma, that’s just karma.

"Sis, I know... you have no feelings for Dad and don’t want to deal with him, but for me... he has been good to me, I can’t just leave him be, so, think of it as helping me..."