"You—" Michael Garcia was rendered speechless, and after a pause, he asked angrily, "You don’t want to acknowledge this family anymore?"
"Mr. Garcia, do you have a problem with your ears?"
Michael Garcia let out a resentful laugh, "Alia, you can pretend with others, but let’s have an open and frank talk between us."
Alia Garcia didn’t make a sound, curious to know what he was up to.
"I won’t question why you faked your death back then, and I can pretend not to know your real identity. You can continue being your glamorous jewelry designer."
Before he could finish speaking, the doorbell at ho rang.
Alia Garcia frowned, wondering who it could be now, as everyone seed to be showing up at once.
While on the phone, she went to look through the peephole...
Damn!
Christopher Hart?
When did he figure out where she lived? How could he just show up without giving her a heads-up?
The doorbell rang again, followed by knocking sounds, clearly not planning to give up.
Alia Garcia took a deep breath and still opened the door.
There stood Christopher Hart in front of her, holding an eco-friendly paper bag, "I’ve brought clothes for Hope, yesterday—"
He stopped speaking when he saw the woman with her phone, making a call, so he kept quiet.
Seeing that he was there to deliver clothes, Alia Garcia didn’t have much to say and turned to go back inside.
The man followed her in.
On the phone, Michael Garcia continued to speak incessantly.
"You must have heard about Fiona Marshall and her daughter’s case. Christopher Hart is fixated on it, and the police and the courts will surely deal with it severely. We are, after all, one family, and any misunderstandings from the past should be dissipated like smoke and clouds."
"You and Christopher Hart do have a child together and were once husband and wife; your relationship is close, and he’s easy for you to talk to. Try to persuade him not to be too harsh in his actions, who knows, maybe soday..."
Michael Garcia was cut off as Alia Garcia walked into the dining room, put down her phone, and turned on the speakerphone.
It was clear she did it on purpose—to let Christopher Hart listen in.
So Michael Garcia’s voice echoed clearly in the living room, "Try to persuade him not to be too harsh, who knows, maybe one day the tables will turn, and he will be the one pleading with others. Who can guarantee they’ll be on top forever?"
"You see the logic, right? Even if Lily didn’t donate a kidney, she at least found a successful matching donor. Otherwise, where would his sister go for a transplant? She might as well have been in the grave by now."
"Fiona Marshall and her daughter might not have rits, but they’ve suffered. He can’t be so rciless, not leaving them any way out."
Christopher Hart walked in and heard everything loud and clear.
If it weren’t for Hope running up to him with joy making him hug his daughter, his expression right now would surely be as dark as King Rhys himself.
The way Fiona Marshall and her daughter played him, deceived the Hart Family, making fools out of so many of his relatives, and now they have the audacity to talk about "suffering" and ask for leniency?
Truly shaless!
Alia Garcia saw this father and daughter laughing and playing, and Christopher Hart seed not to be angry at all, which surprised her a bit.
But then again, she thought, he might be smiling at his daughter on the surface while seething with anger inside.
She knew this man—hating being deceived the most, let alone by such outrageous fraud!
To be played by a woman for over four years, he could hold a grudge for a lifeti!
After listening to Michael Garcia’s lengthy speech, Alia Garcia asked with a laugh, "Aren’t you all getting divorced? Why do you care about Fiona Marshall’s life or death? She made a cuckold out of you, and it’s public knowledge."
It might have been better not to ntion this, but once she did, Michael Garcia was about to explode with anger!
"This is my business, so keep your nose out of it!"
"Fine, since you don’t want ddling in your affairs, why are you bothering ? Hang up already. If you’ve got the guts, go talk to Christopher Hart directly."
Afraid that she would actually hang up, Michael Garcia quickly changed his tone, "Alia, Alia... wait! I... I know that I’ve wronged you in the past and you feel no affection for this family, but I am, after all, your biological father. You can’t erase that blood relation!"
Alia Garcia couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
Playing the family card at a ti like this, how shaless.
"Sigh... I’ll just be straight with you, it’s because your brother has co back to the country and he’s causing a fuss wanting his mother! If Fiona Marshall goes to jail, this... this is also a stain on your brother’s life. He’s just starting out; what will he do in society if people find out he has a mother who’s been in jail?"
Finally willing to tell the truth.
It’s all for his precious son.
"Hah... You really are a good father, aren’t you? To prevent your dear son from being looked down upon, you actually have the gall to co begging to the daughter you despise the most, even tolerating your wife’s affair and the sha that brought you." Alia picked up her phone, her tone slightly agitated.
Both his children, and yet the treatnt couldn’t be more worlds apart!
Michael Garcia, hearing her sarcasm, beca even more anxious and shaless, "But he’s still your biological brother! Don’t you want to see him do well?"
"I am without father, without mother, without siblings; I’ve long been an orphan." She said this with a faint smile, her heart already numb.
However, upon hearing this, Christopher Hart, who was holding his daughter, gave her a deep look.
Then, the man put down his daughter, coaxing the little girl to continue her breakfast, and walked over to the balcony to take the phone from Alia’s hand.
Alia Garcia was taken aback and looked at him, but didn’t follow.
"President Garcia, this is Christopher Hart." The man spoke indifferently, his deanor exuding superiority, "If there’s sothing you need, talk to directly and don’t trouble unrelated people."
Alia Garcia: "..."
Unrelated people.
Although that was the truth, sohow it still felt...
Michael Garcia was shocked, "Ch... Christopher Hart? You’re really together! Is that why you went through such lengths to push Lily aside, to reconcile with Alia? But... but I’m still your father-in-law! Shouldn’t you show so respect for your elder?"
"Sorry, Mr. Garcia, I don’t understand what you’re talking about."
"But let clarify one thing, the cris committed by Fiona Marshall and her daughter have violated the law, and their impact on society has been extrely negative. It is the law and morality that demand their punishnt, not my personal vendetta."
"If you have any feelings for your spouse and are concerned about your son’s future, then you’d better advise them to cooperate with the police investigation, to acknowledge their wrongdoing actively, and to hope for leniency from the judge—don’t you agree?"
Alia Garcia sat down at the dining table, quietly eating her breakfast.
Despite her disdain for Christopher Hart’s character, she ntally gave him a big thumbs-up.
So, this is fighting fire with fire? Evil for evil?
How could Michael Garcia outtalk Christopher Hart? Choked by his response, he shivered and stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"President Garcia, I don’t like to throw my weight around, but if you keep troubling her, or if I hear anything I shouldn’t, I guess—what you’ll have to worry about then is not your son’s future, but the very survival of the Garcia Family."
The little devil inside Alia couldn’t help but burst into ecstatic applause.
The phone was suddenly tossed back onto the table, startling her. She looked up, "Have you... had breakfast yet? Want sothing to eat?"
The man pulled out a chair and sat down, stroking his daughter’s head while glancing sideways, "Shouldn’t you be getting a bowl?"
"..." Alia rolled her eyes, annoyed at herself for asking such a question.
She stood up to get a bowl, ca back and served him so millet porridge, and threw over a custard bun, "It’s not on the sa level as the buffet at Mr. Hart’s place, but make do."
Christopher Hart looked at her, "I just helped you snap back at your beast of a father, and you’re still being sarcastic with ?"
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