Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 465 Facing Questioning

Chapter 465: Chapter 465 Facing Questioning

Amelia Garcia’s eyes widened in shock as she sat up, stunned for a few seconds before smiling and asking in confusion, "You... What happened after I left? You suddenly changed your mind?"

The man also curved his lips into a slight smile, his tone tinged with a sigh, "Nothing happened... I just realized I upset you, so I reflected on myself... Actually, I truly never doubted you. You’ve done so much for me; how could I not trust you?"

What he feared was the terrifying power of gossip.

He feared that the father and son of the Smith Family had ulterior motives.

But on second thought, if they really had such intentions, avoiding them wouldn’t help at all.

It would be better to take the initiative and meet Chairman Smith in person.

And also to thank him face-to-face.

Lovers should always think about how to fight side by side, rather than stubbornly sticking to their opinions over trivial matters that can’t be reconciled.

As a man, he should be generous, he should be more accommodating.

Amelia was naturally happy about his proactive change and also wanted him to accompany her, but with his current health condition, it was really unwise to take a risk.

After thinking for a moment, she earnestly advised, "Let’s skip tonight; when you’re better, next time we can proactively schedule an appointment with them in advance."

Christopher Hart also thought for a moment, "Maybe I’ll ask the doctor. If going out for one night is possible, I’ll go with you."

"Alright."

After hanging up the phone, Christopher Hart asked the caregiver to find the director.

Unexpectedly, Charles Smith came along with the director.

"Are you planning to be discharged?" Charles Smith, after hearing the caregiver’s words, looked incredulously at Christopher Hart, his gaze lingering on Hart’s legs, his expression unusually serious, "Those legs are yours. If you don’t take them seriously, there’s nothing even the best doctor can do to help."

It was the first time the director saw Charles Smith looking so stern, he quickly tried to ease the situation, gently persuading, "Mr. Hart, I understand how you feel, but in your current state, you must stay in bed to recuperate. Only when the nerves in your legs have recovered to a stable point can you move around a little."

Christopher Hart looked at his legs secured by splints, feeling quite powerless.

He of course hoped more than anyone to recover quickly, and if this trip were to cause any setbacks to his leg recovery, it would definitely be not worth it.

But seeing Charles Smith made him uneasy again.

So he spoke directly, without beating around the bush.

"Why did your father invite Amelia to dinner? Given their relationship, there’s no need for such frequent meetings, right? Don’t think that just because you’ve helped me twice, you can do whatever you want."

Charles Smith was reading the medical records, and upon hearing this, he looked up, seemingly surprised, "My dad invited Little Clarke to dinner? So your urgency to discharge tonight is because of this?"

Christopher Hart didn’t respond, just wore a stern and cold expression.

Charles Smith closed the medical records, threw them back into the storage box at the end of the bed, and clipped the pen back into the pocket of his white coat, "I didn’t know my dad invited Little Clarke, but I imagine they’re just having a casual chat, probably related to the achievements of Little Clarke’s mother before she passed away."

Saying this, he coldly chuckled, "Mr. Hart, don’t you think you’re being overly suspicious? My dad is old enough to be Little Clarke’s father; do you really think he would have any improper thoughts?"

Christopher Hart also laughed coldly, "You know faces but not hearts, who can guarantee your dad hasn’t thought about being a fool to chase after youth? Maybe he missed something in his younger years and wants to make up for it now; some twisted thoughts wouldn’t be surprising."

A few medical staff, led by the director, stood quietly by the side, all ears eavesdropping on the gossip.

Charles Smith, hearing his earnest yet baseless accusations, shook his head in apparent helplessness and left a remark before turning to leave, "She’s an independent and free person; you can’t watch over her forever."

Leaving the room, Charles Smith took out his phone and sent a message to Amelia Garcia on WhatsApp.

Amelia, who had just left the café and returned to her car, thought it might be Christopher calling back when she heard her phone ring.

She opened WhatsApp and was surprised.

How did this issue even reach Charles Smith?

Seeing him say that Christopher shouldn’t be moved or go out, she promptly replied: Okay, got it!

After reading the message, she intended to contact Christopher Hart, to persuade him to stay put in the hospital.

Just as she was about to make the call, she thought of something and reconsidered.

If she asked him right away, Christopher would surely know that Doctor Smith informed her first; given his jealous nature, he’d surely sulk again.

Checking the time, realizing the kindergarten would soon dismiss, she decided to pick up the kids first.

While waiting at traffic lights, she received a message from Christopher Hart.

[That Doctor Smith said I can’t go out, so I won’t be able to accompany you tonight.]

That Doctor Smith...

The way he refers to him sounds relatively polite.

Driving, she directly responded with a voice message: "Got it. You just stay there and rest. We’ll take the initiative to invite him next time; it’ll seem more sincere. I’m heading to kindergarten to pick up the trio, then I’ll head over to your place?"

Christopher also replied with a voice message: "You’re bringing them over now and picking them up tonight?"

"Yes, I’ll try to be as early as I can."

Her whole heart was devoted to herself and the kids, which Christopher could feel and it secretly persuaded him to open up.

"Alright, I’ll take a nap then."

Hearing his tone, as if the kids were little devils, Amelia couldn’t help but laugh.

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In the evening, Amelia arrived early at the private restaurant, only to find that Thomas Smith was already there, having tea with Boss Mason.

Seeing Amelia, Thomas Smith raised his hand, signaling her to come over.

She walked up quickly, smiling politely as she greeted them both.

Boss Mason stood up, "Girl, you’re here, you can chat with your Uncle Smith. I’ll get busy in the kitchen."

"Thanks, Boss Mason."

"It’s nothing."

Amelia sat down, and Thomas Smith handed her a freshly brewed cup of tea.

"Charles called me, saying he was worried you might feel uncomfortable dining with me alone, so I didn’t reserve a private room. The view here is open and beautiful, and dining outdoors in this weather is pretty nice," Thomas Smith spoke warmly and slowly, exuding a sense of peace and detachment from the chaos of the world.

Being a smart person, Amelia quickly detected the underlying message, and she smiled apologetically, explaining, "Christopher is just overly cautious, he overthinks things, but he means no harm, just worried about causing unnecessary misunderstandings. Actually, he wanted to join me tonight and be the host to properly thank you for your generous help, but Doctor Smith said he shouldn’t go out given his current condition, so he couldn’t come."

Even if there were always bumps and bickering between them, Amelia was very protective of her man’s image in front of others.

"Once he’s feeling better, when you come over next time, we’ll be the hosts, and he’ll thank you properly."

For someone of Thomas Smith’s status, whether others thanked him or not hardly mattered. Upon hearing this, he waved his hand dismissively, "That’s unnecessary. I’m just giving you this chance for your and your mother’s sake. In the end, it’s because I value Seal-Cloud’s brand and the potential of the project itself."

"I understand, but we’re still very grateful."

As the dining peak approached, the pre-arranged guests started arriving, passing through the corridor not far behind them into the private rooms.

A waiter brought over a pot of soup and set it down, and Amelia stood up, reaching out to take the porcelain bowl in front of Thomas Smith, "Uncle Smith, let me serve you a bowl of soup."

"Alright, be careful not to burn yourself."

There are things in this world that always seem to happen more when you try to avoid them.

If Thomas Smith hadn’t considered Christopher Hart’s feelings and chosen a bustling outdoor location, maybe what happened next wouldn’t have occurred...