Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 483: Best Friend Digs a Pit

Chapter 483: Chapter 483: Best Friend Digs a Pit

Secretary Williams watched from the side, secretly worried.

The leader from the Education Bureau came over and whispered, "Mr. Smith, we’ve finished our work here, do you think..."

Thomas Smith nodded, "Alright, thank you for your time this afternoon, I’m really sorry, let’s go then."

Secretary Williams immediately stepped forward to assist him.

The Education Bureau leader looked puzzled, this Chairman Smith seemed well-maintained and very young, yet he needed assistance to walk?

Naturally, these doubts could only be kept to himself.

Thomas Smith stood up and looked at the three little ones in front of him, "Grandpa must leave now. It was nice meeting you all today. I believe we’ll see each other again soon."

Noah pondered for a long time and finally had some clue, then asked, "Grandpa, are you friends with our mom and dad?"

Otherwise, he couldn’t understand why this grandpa paid special attention to them and was so patient and loving toward his sister.

Thomas Smith thought for a moment, placed his hand on Noah’s shoulder and patted, "Hmm, sort of."

"Then why don’t you go find my mom and dad?"

"I will."

The outdoor activity time ended, and the class teacher called the little ones to line up and return to the classroom.

The three children looked back, Noah and Ethan politely said, "Grandpa, we’re leaving."

"Uncle, I’ll play ball with you next time, I can really bounce over a hundred!" Hope kept thinking about this matter, determined to prove herself.

Thomas Smith smiled and nodded, "Good!"

The children returned to the classroom, and Thomas Smith’s group also left the kindergarten.

Once back in the car, Secretary Williams observed his painful expression and hesitated repeatedly but still advised, "Chairman Smith, maybe it’s better to let Young Master come and have a look this afternoon, otherwise you’ll suffer more."

This time, Thomas Smith did not insist, nodding in agreement.

Secretary Williams asked again, "Do you want to... remove the prosthetic limb? It might feel a bit more comfortable."

Thomas Smith leaned back on the seat, his eyes slightly closed, without opposition.

Secretary Williams then bent over and climbed into the back seat, helping him slowly roll up the right pant leg, rolling it up about ten centimeters above the knee.

The exposed "leg" couldn’t be called a leg.

A custom-made metal steel prosthetic limb, quite sci-fi looking, with only the area near the "foot" covered with silicone, the "right foot" also wore a cotton sock like a normal person.

This prosthetic limb, aside from not being part of the body, functioned almost like a normal leg and foot.

Thomas Smith had been wearing it for over twenty years and was long accustomed to this life.

Normally, when out, if you weren’t aware, you couldn’t tell his right leg was an above-knee amputation.

It’s just that a few days ago, he accidentally fell while doing personal hygiene, and the amputated part just happened to hit the ground, causing some redness and bruising.

Normally, he should rest for a few days without going out, but those things exploded online, and he was eager to come to River City.

Yesterday, wearing the prosthetic limb was already painful, yet he forced himself to endure...

Now, after removing the prosthetic limb, Secretary Williams frowned tightly.

It was bleeding.

Placing the prosthetic limb beside him, he quickly fetched a cushion to place under Thomas Smith’s right leg.

"Chairman Smith, shouldn’t we go to the hospital for a look? This sterile gauze is already seeping blood, easy to get infected."

"No worries, let’s go back to the hotel." Thomas Smith pulled the cushion under his leg further for balance, allowing his lower back to be more comfortable, and relaxedly took a deep breath.

"Alright." Secretary Williams didn’t dare say much, returned to the passenger seat, and instructed the driver to head back to the hotel.

After a while, Thomas Smith felt his right leg was less uncomfortable and finally had the thought to ponder other matters.

"Little Williams."

Secretary Williams turned back, "Chairman Smith, what are your instructions?"

"Make arrangements for tomorrow to go to Seal-Cloud Corporation, and ensure Christopher Hart personally meets me."

That girl now avoided seeing him, so he could only use official business as a pretext to meet Christopher Hart first.

Some matters might be easier for men to discuss.

"Alright, I’ll arrange it in the afternoon." Secretary Williams agreed but hesitated for a moment, curiously asking, "Just now... you held that little girl in your arms, why didn’t you..."

Secretary Williams thought since Clarke Norton was unwilling to meet, if he could get evidence from the children and "confirm the identity"—just now the children were in his arms, while the little girl wasn’t noticing, pulling a few strands of hair would have made it easier?

Of course, Thomas Smith understood what the secretary meant, shaking his head and said, "Matters between adults shouldn’t calculate involving the children. I’m visiting them with the sentiment of a grandfather visiting grandchildren, not to verify anything."

Secretary Williams asked, "But without a confirmation letter, how can you be sure there’s no mistake?"

Thomas Smith thought for a moment, his gaze becoming somewhat melancholic.

After a while, he murmured, "There’s no mistake... my intuition tells me, it couldn’t be wrong."

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After leaving, Amelia Garcia transferred 150,000 to Jacob Garcia.

Jacob Garcia received the money and immediately called her.

"Hello." She was driving, wearing a Bluetooth headset, answering calmly.

Jacob Garcia’s attitude towards her was no longer as boundless as before, no longer calling her sister every moment, instead much more formal: "The money is received, thank you."

"You’re welcome, this is what I promised."

"Hmm..."

After a brief silence from both sides, Amelia Garcia sensed his heavy tone and suddenly thought of something, hesitantly asked, "That... how is he now?"

"You’re still concerned about..." Jacob Garcia was a bit surprised, paused, sighed, and said lightly, "His life was saved, but he’s paralyzed from the waist down, can’t undergo surgery for rectal cancer either. The doctor said, probably won’t live much longer."

Amelia Garcia was somewhat astonished.

She didn’t know whether to say misfortunes last for a thousand years, a person with cancer, jumping from the fourth floor, surprisingly didn’t die immediately but was rescued.

Yet living in pain, dragging out an ignoble existence seems far more torturous than outright death.

Surely heaven sees his evil deeds, to let him taste all the suffering before dying.

Words of comfort eluded her, after a moment of silence, she simply left a sentence: "Then it will be tough on you." and ended the call.

Upon arriving at the club, Snow was already enjoying herself.

Seeing her arrive, Snow immediately called for someone to also serve her.

After finishing the SPA, she indeed felt much more relaxed.

Just right, it was time for a meal.

Snow’s phone rang, it was a WhatsApp from Charles Smith, she glanced at it, put away the phone and turned to her best friend, "Let’s go upstairs for a meal."

In the elevator, Amelia Garcia remembered a matter, "Oh right, about your shares in Venus before, I’ll transfer the money to you."

Snow was taken aback, "Where did you get so much money?"

"Just managed to get it."

While speaking, Amelia Garcia already transferred the money via mobile banking.

"Being debt-free is indeed refreshing, this feeling is awesome." She sighed, relievedly smiled.

Snow looked at the transferred money, even including interest, glared at her, "Do you have to be so distant with me?"

"Close siblings, accounts clear. You’ve helped me out of kindness, I can’t take advantage of you!" With principles of treating people and matters, Amelia Garcia always remembered.

Snow laughed and said, "Then today I’ll treat!"

As the two joked, they entered the restaurant, the head waiter approached them and guided them towards the seats.

Amelia Garcia originally had a hint of laughter on her face, but her expression froze upon meeting a figure seated by the window.

Snow knew Charles Smith had arrived, and now also saw him, reflexively clasping her best friend’s arm, "Hehe... I’m the one who invited him, but I’m too shy to come alone, accompany me, please!"

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