"I—"
"It seems Chief Designer Norton has made quite a profit over the years, full of confidence."
Alia Garcia clenched her phone, instinctively raising her hand to explain, only to be t with escalated mockery and fired up in an instant, "No matter how much I earn, it’s nothing compared to what you, President Hart, make. I’m well aware of my limits and don’t need your sarcasm!"
"Hmph, that’s good to hear! When it cos to raising our daughter, I have more say than you! If you truly want to make ands, spend more ti with her instead of thinking you can get away by just spending so money."
"Christopher Hart, you bastard! That’s not what I an at all!"
"But that’s exactly what you’re doing."
"I—"
"Beep beep beep..."
Alia wanted to say that she never intended to brush off her daughter with money!
But Christopher Hart didn’t wait for her to explain, he hung up the phone rudely as soon as he finished talking!
Listening to the dead tone in her ear, Alia was so furious she saw red!
This man is truly... irrational!
Those tender and considerate behaviors from the previous days were all a sham!
As soon as things don’t go his way, he imdiately turns into an overbearing dragon!
That night, Alia tossed and turned, unable to sleep because of how mad Christopher Hart made her.
All night, she racked her brains about how exactly to fight for custody of her daughter.
She even ran through in her head how to state her case in court if it ca to a lawsuit!
If push cos to shove, she was ready to go all out, to reveal her identity and openly compete for her daughter’s custody.
She couldn’t believe that Christopher Hart could do whatever he wanted, as if he could even manipulate a judge to his advantage.
With a firm resolve, the next morning, Alia got up and headed straight for the hospital.
She needed to confront Christopher Hart, not a day more she could wait!
But unexpectedly, when she arrived at the hospital in high dudgeon, another drama was unfolding in the ward.
"You give back my daughter! Don’t think just because you’re Christopher Hart with all your abilities that you can do whatever you want! How much has my daughter sacrificed for you, for the Hart family! Is this how you treat her?"
Fiona Marshall was cursing loudly in the hospital ward, clutching Christopher Hart’s clothes and repeatedly slapping him hard.
Christopher Hart didn’t push her away; he simply relied on his towering height to slightly tilt his head and dodge her attacks.
Still, the scene looked sowhat embarrassing.
"Now you tell the truth, did you do sothing to her? Christopher Hart, let tell you, we live in a society governed by law! Even if you have imnse power, you can’t murder without facing the consequences!"
Michael Garcia was pulling on his wife, constantly trying to calm her down, but it was no use.
"Ah, stop pulling ! You’re heartless and ungrateful! Lily isn’t your biological child, so you don’t care, and now that she’s missing, you must be happy inside, huh?"
"What are you talking about? Haven’t I been searching with you these past few days?"
Michael Garcia’s face was one of misery, torn between sides and unable to help complaining, "How could this be blad on ? When they offered five hundred million a while ago and you weren’t moved at all, you were fixated on having her marry, it’s absurd..."
Before he could finish, Fiona Marshall’s slap suddenly changed direction, aiming fiercely at her own husband.
"What did you say? Who’s stupid? Isn’t it because you’re incompetent? If you had the ability, would my daughter have been looked down upon by the Hart family?!"
Alia stood outside the ward, hearing the dispute inside loud and clear.
Lily Garcia is missing?
What happened?
Aren’t they supposed to have gone to the hospital for a check-up after their fight?
How could she just disappear?
Could it be—
She pondered for a brief mont and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Could it be that Christopher Hart killed to silence soone?
Her mind thundered with the thought, and she repeatedly shook her head...
No, that was impossible. Even if Christopher was ruthless, he wouldn’t resort to murder, right?
Besides, didn’t he still have feelings for Lily Garcia?
Inside, Fiona Marshall was still crying and making a scene, but there was never a response or stance from Christopher Hart.
Worried about her daughter, she stealthily glanced inside and saw Hope being protected in Aunt Harper’s arms, which provided her with so relief.
Given the current situation, her presence would only exacerbate the conflict and further cent her reputation as the other woman.
For all she knew, Fiona Marshall might see her and believe that her daughter had been frad by her.
She needed to make a prudent escape and decided to leave at once.
Yet, unexpectedly, when she turned around, there was soone standing behind her, staring at her with a nacing glare.
Alia Garcia flinched instinctively and looked up at Emma Carter, dressed in a high-end designer suit, embodying an imposing deanor of an influential lady with her brows lightly furrowed.
Rembering the previous confrontation in the hospital room with Emma Carter, she felt an aversion welling up inside.
—Aversion towards herself.
Since returning to the country, she didn’t know when she had turned into a shrew, a fighter, getting into scuffles like it was an everyday affair.
How ironic her life had beco.
Emma Carter approached with a cold sneer on her face, "I had planned, after settling matters here, to find you for a talk, but look at this coincidence."
Alia Garcia realized from her deanor—she already knew her identity.
"Alia, I really underestimated you before. I thought that after your divorce from Christopher, you’d have no further involvent with the Hart family. To think you had the capability to give birth alone and then abandon the child with Christopher, and even fake your own death."
Emma Carter walked up to her, stood still, and slung the limited edition handbag she was carrying over her wrist, taking a deep breath, "But I don’t understand you. If you faked your own death, why co back now—are you here just to see the child, or to continue bringing harm to the Hart family, seeking malicious revenge?"
Alia had heard such accusations too many tis and felt they weren’t worth explaining.
She also didn’t understand why the Hart family had treated her like an outsider before, and yet later ca to hate her to the bone?
Before the Hart family’s hatred towards her, she had always been grateful to them.
Why would she want to harm the Hart family? Take revenge on them?
"Aunt Carter, you can say whatever you like, it’s your right. If you want to sever ties with , it’s simple, persuade your son to give Hope to , and I promise to take her and never co back, just as if I were dead."
Alia remained unyielding, quickly recalibrating her strategy and pulling Emma Carter into her "trench."
After all, this grandmother never liked her granddaughter.
As expected, upon hearing this, Emma Carter’s expression imdiately changed.
"You ca back just for that girl?"
She scoffed, "Or for your cruel and heartless son?"
"You’re calling Christopher heartless?" Emma Carter, displeased, squinted her eyes and said with offense, "You ingrate, lower than beasts, it’s bad enough that you stole trade secrets but you also nearly caused Wendy’s death and showed no respect to your elder—how dare you accuse my son of being cruel and heartless?"
Alia maintained an indifferent attitude, "Say what you will, I only want Hope."
Emma Carter pondered deeply, naturally more than willing in her heart.
But the problem was, how to convince her son?
Their conversation outside had drawn the attention of those inside.
Suddenly, the door to the hospital room was pulled open, and Fiona Marshall, upon seeing them, was taken aback, then, with fierce eyes like a starving wolf lunging at prey, she pounced towards Alia!
Christopher Hart, just monts ago, had been slapped countless tis by her and had remained indifferent.
But now, as Fiona Marshall lunged at Alia, his eyes sharpened, and he quickly stepped forward, extending his hand to grab and stop Fiona.
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