Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 470 Relics

Chapter 470: Chapter 470 Relics

Christopher not only didn’t get angry, but actually smiled, "It’s not your fault, blame it on me. If I had insisted on going with you last night, maybe these things wouldn’t have exploded."

"Ha, that’s not necessarily true. To those who see things with dirty eyes, they’d think I’m serving two husbands, and they’d curse even more nastily."

"..." Christopher was speechless.

"But, why didn’t you choose a private room when you went to eat? I remember there are some quite unique private rooms there."

Amelia hummed silently and grumbled, "You’re shameless to say that, this is still your fault..."

Mr. Hart felt a little aggrieved, "How is this my fault?"

"We originally planned to eat in a private room. Mr. Smith has been a confidant of the boss there for many years, surely he could get us a room, right? But because you insisted on being discharged to accompany me, Doctor Smith knew and deliberately mentioned it to his dad. To avoid suspicion, Mr. Smith didn’t choose the room, and instead picked outdoors. Who knew... someone would take photos and post them online."

"Is that so?" Christopher was surprised after hearing this, "So it really is my fault."

"Forget it, the matter has already happened, blaming anyone won’t help. Doctor Smith said he’s already informed his father, and Mr. Smith should handle it soon."

"Well, when you come back, take care. If necessary, I’ll let Fuller pick you up."

"No need for now. If needed, I’ll contact Fuller."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Amelia felt half annoyed, half relieved.

The annoying part was naturally those online issues; she really couldn’t understand how some people’s minds can be so filthy and vile!

The relief came from Christopher finally being able to calmly handle problems and finally being able to trust her unconditionally without being naive.

Feeling frustrated for a while, she could only console herself that it’s a blessing in disguise.

The construction team’s leader came over and politely said, "Miss Norton, according to the design, some walls in the room need to be torn down. But I see there are some things inside, would you like to keep them? If not, we’ll treat them as construction waste and remove them together."

Amelia originally wanted to say they didn’t need them, but hesitated and nodded, "Okay, I’ll go take a look."

She thought that since this house had been lived in by Michael Garcia’s mistress for so long, the remaining items surely belonged to that mother and child.

But as she checked room by room, she found several large wooden boxes piled in corners, containing a number of relics from her grandparents and mother.

Stuff from ages ago, many things were broken and covered in thick dust.

She found a cloth, frowned, and carefully cleaned them——wrinkled clothes, yellowed photo albums, worm-eaten books, some broken accessories, and rotten notebooks, textbooks, etc., all came back to light.

"Miss Norton, do you need these things? If not, I’ll have the workers clean them up so they don’t dirty your clothes." The foreman saw her fanning the dust away and stepped forward to ask.

"Alright, I’ll sort out the things I need inside, the rest you can just throw them away."

She picked out a few photo albums, saw the pile of notebooks belonged to her mother, hesitated, and couldn’t bear to throw them away, so she packed them even though they were broken.

"Alright, handle the rest for me."

"Okay."

It was getting late, so Amelia instructed the workers to be careful with the construction, and communicate any issues at any time, then left with the relics.

When she got back to the city, she hadn’t yet reached the hospital when her phone rang again.

She looked over and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

After hesitating, she answered it.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hello Miss Garcia, we’re journalists from Beauty Magazine, we’d like to interview..."

Before the caller could finish, she quickly cut them off, "Sorry, wrong number."

Putting down the phone, she frowned deeply, her expression grave and unsightly.

These third-rate magazine media could actually get her contact information so quickly—seems like the coming days won’t be peaceful.

No sooner did she put down the phone than it rang again. Turning to look, it was still an unfamiliar number.

She pressed to hang up and turned off her phone.

Arriving at the hospital, she pushed open the ward door, seeing Christopher anxiously holding his phone. When he saw her, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Why did you turn off your phone? I couldn’t find you, I was worried sick!"

Amelia took off her sun protection mask and also let out a relief, "My phone number was leaked, many media were calling me, so I turned off my phone."

"The media found you?"

"Yes."

"Those bastards!" Christopher cursed through gritted teeth, then reassured her, "I’ve already been in contact with the company’s legal department, they’ll send out legal notices soon, those making random rumors will quickly receive court summons."

"Okay."

"For the next few days, don’t go out. Tomorrow morning I’ll be discharged, you and the kids should stay home for a while."

"Hmm..." Her mind was elsewhere, she nodded to whatever Christopher said, lightly responding.

Christopher saw her sitting far away, himself unable to move, unable to go over and hold her, and comfort her, his heart was bitter again.

Also unknown, how long after this surgery before he could stand up.

The room’s phone rang again, Amelia was startled, thinking it was her phone again, until she fished out her phone and realized it was turned off.

Over by the hospital bed, Christopher looked at her with his phone, "It’s mine, don’t worry, nothing’s wrong."

"Hmm..." She came back to her senses, and went to pour herself some water.

Christopher answered the phone, his face slightly doubtful, "What’s the matter with her? Her phone’s off... Have that boy call my phone then, yeah, right now."

Amelia heard the conversation relating to her, drank the water, and walked to the bedside, "What’s wrong?"

"Jacob Garcia is looking for you, he called you but the phone was off, so he went to find Lucas King."

"He’s looking for me? Could it be something happened on my dad’s side again?"

Before Christopher could respond, his phone rang again. He turned the screen towards her, "Is this his number?"

"It should be..." Amelia took the phone, placed it to her ear, "Hello."

"Sis, why’s your phone off?" Jacob Garcia asked from the other end, sounding concerned, "Are you okay? I saw all that crap online, don’t mind it, it’s just a bunch of trash."

"Yeah, I know. Why are you looking for me? Is there something up at the hospital?"

Jacob Garcia hesitated, stammered for a moment before saying, "It’s Dad... He insists on calling you over."

"He’s looking for me? Out of money?"

"No... it’s, it’s his condition, worse than expected. Before, doctors said with this kind of cancer, post-surgery if treatment is followed, prognosis is generally good, almost no different from normal. But after the comprehensive examination upon admission, they found the cancer cells have already started to metastasize, this situation, doctors say the hope for cure... His temperament has been awful these few days, I’m almost worn out by him, since last night, he’s been constantly insisting on seeing you—"