Alia Garcia glanced at him, pursed her lips, and said nothing more.
Christopher Hart too didn’t seem to mind; he sipped the millet porridge and looked up, "Did you cook this?"
"Yeah, doesn’t it taste good?" She was puzzled.
"No, it’s delicious," the man said with a smile, bowing his head to continue eating the porridge, "it’s just... to be able to eat breakfast made by you in this lifeti is a rare fortune."
"..." She was sowhat speechless, not knowing how to respond.
Indeed, when she used to be with him, even though their relationship was awkward and they seed like strangers, the house had plenty of servants and chefs, and she still lived the life of a wealthy lady.
She truly never had to lift a finger for nial tasks; she couldn’t even wash rice.
Yet, after the divorce, she was abroad with her two children.
Although she also hired a Filipino helper, she mostly took care of the children’s needs herself.
After over four years of practice, what was making breakfast? To her, even a lavish imperial feast was within reach.
Seeing her silent, Christopher Hart changed the subject, "How many tis has Michael Garcia harassed you now? In front of , aren’t you usually fierce and formidable? Why are you polite with him? You don’t still have expectations for him, do you?"
Alia Garcia scoffed silently, "Do I look that foolish? For him... I lost hope a long ti ago, it’s as if he died with my mother."
While her mother was alive, Michael Garcia was sowhat decent to her, not particularly affectionate but at least presentable on the surface.
After her mother passed away, he was in a hurry to remarry, showing how much he despised her, as if wishing he could kick her away whenever he saw her, so she would stay as far away as possible.
From that mont on, she knew her "father" was also "dead."
She had a family, but she was an "orphan."
Fortunately, at that ti, the Hart Family was willing to "take her in."
Especially Grandpa Hart, who was especially kind to her, loving her as his own granddaughter.
Of course, at that ti, Christopher Hart too was attentive to her in every possible way.
Her thoughts suddenly drifted far away.
When she thought of those distant mories, her heart couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, and even the annoying face opposite her seed a lot more pleasant to the eye.
Christopher Hart stared at her as if he noticed sothing; a complex and indecipherable emotion flickered through his deep, dark eyes.
But he didn’t probe further, continuing, "As long as you are aware, that’s good. Fiona Marshall and her daughter have done this, and no one’s plea will help. If he cos to you again, just hang up. There’s no need to talk to a person who’s worse than a brute."
"Yes, I am aware."
This was still her family affair, and the two of them were already divorced.
To hear him giving her advice now felt sowhat overstepping.
Having finished his bowl of porridge, Christopher Hart put down his utensils and looked at her again, "I don’t an anything else, nor do I intend to intervene in your life. However, since we have to co-parent Hope, naturally your safety is crucial. If anything happened to you, it would affect Hope to so degree."
The little girl heard her na and turned around quickly, "Daddy, what about ?"
The man stroked his daughter’s head and smiled in reply, "Nothing, I was just telling Mommy to spend more ti with you and take good care of you."
"What about you?"
"?"
"Yeah, I told Mommy to forgive you. The TV says that the most important thing for a family is to be together~"
Christopher Hart couldn’t help but laugh, "You little thing! You sure know a lot!"
"Of course, who calls the smartest and cutest Princess Hope!"
It was clear to see that with her mother, Hope Hart’s personality had beco even more lively, bubbly, confident, and cheerful.
Christopher Hart watched the woman opposite him stand up to clear the dishes, a common scene, yet it instantly stirred his heart.
A family, a life made up of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, and tea, shouldn’t it be just like the scene before him?
He watched foolishly until the bowl and spoon in front of him were taken away, and he still hadn’t snapped back to reality.
Alia Garcia noticed his distraction and pretended not to see it, turning to enter the kitchen.
While washing the dishes, she heard a voice from behind, "How have you arranged things today?"
She startled, turning around.
She saw the man leaning against the kitchen doorway, looking casual and comfortable as if he were in his own ho, as if... as if they were an old married couple.
The woman imdiately turned back and asked in a low voice, "Are you taking Hope back with you?"
"If you have work to handle, I can take her."
She imdiately said, "The work can be left to Kane. I can take the day off and plan to take Hope out for so fun."
Christopher Hart had been imrsed in the warmth and beauty of a family of three, but upon hearing that foreigner’s na, his face fell instantly.
"You two really do have no boundaries when it cos to helping each other with work."
"..." Alia Garcia heard his suddenly cold and scathing sarcasm, fell silent for a mont, and then said faintly, "Starting the ’Venus’ brand was originally his idea. Initially, I was just a designer he hired. It was only later that he pulled into becoming a shareholder that I beca a partner."
"So you’re saying he’s serious about you?"
Instead of answering, Alia Garcia countered, "What do you think?"
"But his family is so distinguished, they won’t accept you."
"Who knows? I’ve already said I’m not set on marrying him."
Christopher Hart smiled mockingly, staring at her exquisitely beautiful profile, "So... can I take it to an that you don’t really love him that much?"
Alia Garcia finished washing the dishes, turned off the tap, and when she turned around, her face was a shade paler, "Given our current relationship, it doesn’t seem appropriate to discuss this topic."
Christopher Hart saw her evasion and felt a secret joy in his heart.
He was sure that this woman didn’t really love that foreigner – it was just a matter of courtesy, a compromise.
The atmosphere grew tenser, and Christopher Hart stood up straight, changing his expression, "Alright, let’s not talk about this. The reason I ca today is... actually, I have sothing to ask you."
Alia Garcia looked at him, "What is it?"
"I want to hear your explanation about Wendy’s fall into the sea years ago," Christopher Hart said, staring straight at her, as though trying to see into her heart.
Upon hearing this, Alia Garcia’s face showed a clear shock.
Hesitating for a few seconds, she frowned slightly, "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"
Christopher Hart’s expression darkened as he thought of the scene days earlier when he exposed Fiona Marshall and her daughter’s conspiracy.
Although mother and daughter had paid a heavy price, the re thought of it filled him with rage.
That was the greatest disgrace of his distinguished and outstanding life!
Seeing him question her without saying anything, Alia Garcia tilted her head slightly, looking at him with confusion in her eyes.
Christopher Hart ca back to reality, suppressed the turmoil inside him, and explained, "I exposed the conspiracy of Fiona Marshall and her daughter. Lily Garcia, furious and embarrassed, accused Wendy in front of her, saying she had a vicious mind..."
ntioning his cousin Wendy made Christopher Hart sowhat uncomfortable. He glanced at Alia Garcia, "She said... Wendy’s fall into the sea was actually staged, intentionally framing you, and Lily Garcia said she was falsifying evidence... They colluded to slander you."
Alia Garcia was dumbstruck, frozen.
After so many years, she thought that besides Snow, no one else would ever believe she was innocent.
She would never have guessed that the person to reveal the truth would be Lily Garcia herself!
She was silent for quite a while before she couldn’t help but smirk mockingly, "Their relationship was so close, I never thought they’d end up biting each other, turning into sworn enemies..."
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