Benny Palr feared that his own anger would overtake him and was even more afraid that the two would start arguing again afterwards, so he had no choice but to play peacemaker, "You can’t bla Alia entirely for this, she probably thinks that with your health like this, she doesn’t want you to worry."
"Moreover, with your uncle and aunt bearing such hostility towards her, how could she dare to ask you at this ti? If it were seen through your uncle and aunt’s eyes, who knows how they would speak of her."
Christopher Hart did not accept this reasoning, "It’s two hundred million, not two hundred billion, do I really need to stir up a whole bunch of people to gather that amount for her?"
"..." Benny suddenly fell silent.
Indeed, two hundred million, his personal account could handle it.
Sigh...
This Alia Garcia, after not seeing her for many years, she really had beco tough.
Even he had to take a new look at her.
Benny sat quietly for a while, then asked, "Have you thought about what to do? Should I find soone to disguise themselves and make contact with her, so you can support her indirectly, or..."
Christopher really wanted to bring her over for a fight.
But after calming down, he thought about how cold-hearted and unforgiving that girl was who didn’t want to deal with him; if they fought, she probably wouldn’t co again.
Forget it, anger aside, the issue still needed to be resolved.
"Let’s do it your way, just don’t let her know it was my idea." He wanted to give directly, but since she hadn’t ntioned a word about it, that ant she didn’t want his money and wouldn’t accept it even if offered, so he could only support her secretly.
Seeing that he had conceded, Benny knew his burst of anger had passed.
"Alright, don’t worry, I’ll make sure this is done without a trace."
Benny was very busy, and before he could finish speaking, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen, "It’s Lucas King calling, probably sothing urgent. I have to go, you rest well, I’ll call you if there’s anything."
"Mm."
The good brother rose and left, and only after the hospital room door closed, did Christopher’s emotions fully surface on his face.
That girl!
How could she... be so stubborn!
Doesn’t want to owe anyone anything?
Determined to sever ties?
Ha! Well he won’t!
Let’s see what she can do!
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Alia Garcia, on her way to the hospital, suddenly sneezed three tis.
Who was cursing her?
The sneezing almost made her bite her tongue.
When she arrived at the hospital, it was nearly noon. She didn’t have ti to make soup today, so she got so als suitable for patients and soup from a restaurant nearby and carried them upstairs.
Just then, the caregiver ca out and gently closed the door.
Seeing her, the caregiver politely nodded, "Miss Garcia, you’re here."
Alia smiled politely and asked in a low voice, "How is he today? Did he lose his temper?"
"It’s been okay... Young Master Palr ca in the morning and chatted with Mr. Hart for a while."
"Oh~"
"Miss Garcia, did you bring lunch for Mr. Hart?"
"Yes. Are you going to buy so? That’s not necessary, you can go have your al, I’ll take care of him."
The caregiver was relieved, "Okay, thank you Miss Garcia."
After the caregiver left, Alia, carrying the boxed als, approached the hospital room door and peeked in through the window glass.
It was a cloudy day outside, hazy, and even with the window open, there wasn’t much sunlight.
The man lay quietly, his complexion not much different from the gloomy sky outside.
But compared to his usual temperantal and volatile deanor, this lifeless gray complexion was already an improvent.
She pushed the door open and deliberately lightened her steps, afraid of waking him.
But as she approached the bedside, the man suddenly spoke, "What are you here for?"
Alia was startled, "You weren’t asleep?"
"You woke up."
"..."
She listened to his cold tone, and looking at his expressionless face, Alia reluctantly rolled her eyes and said, "Well then, I’m sorry, okay? Next ti I’ll ask before coming, and if you’re sleeping, I’ll wait."
"..." Christopher was rendered speechless by her retort and fell silent.
Alia glanced at him, her heart scoffing.
The caregiver even said he was in a good mood today.
Is this what a good mood looks like?
Seems like he was just holding back his anger, waiting for her to arrive!
"It’s lunchti, let’s eat, but since you just had surgery yesterday, I suppose you can only have sothing liquid, soup or porridge?"
The woman spoke while skillfully opening the packages one by one.
Christopher realized the sound of lids being removed, "Did you get takeout?"
"Yes."
"Why didn’t you make it?"
"I..." She paused, her voice halting as she turned to glance at the man, pressing down her displeasure, "I have to work, Mr. Hart! Do you think I have nothing else to do every day?"
"Besides working, what else do you do?"
Alia was again puzzled.
What did he an?
"Besides work, I also have to take care of the children, three of them! And there’s a dog too! You were the one who brought that dog ho!"
Mr. Hart frowned, he brought a dog ho?
Seeing that he was silent, Alia poured out the soup, raised his bed a bit, and sat down by the bedside.
"Drink so soup..."
She had just brought the spoon to his lips when he turned his face away with distaste, "It slls like plastic."
"..." Alia was speechless, she leaned in to sniff, but didn’t sll anything.
How many people eat takeout every day with disposable utensils?
"Can you not be so fussy?"
"I am a patient, I need to be more careful with my diet. You bringing takeout and using this kind of junk utensils is neither hygienic nor nutritious, I fear I might get poisoned."
"..." Alia barely restrained herself from splashing the bowl of soup on him, biting her teeth in anger.
That other day, a bucket of soup that had been left in the car for half a day and was nearly spoiled, he drank it all up without a single complaint.
Nor did he suffer any poisoning.
Why now...
She dropped her arm, in extre helplessness and a troubled sigh, she cald herself and mustered her spirits, "I know you bla for not staying with you after the surgery yesterday, but I told you, I have a job too, I have to provide for my family, and it’s not sothing I can just quit whenever."
"I can provide for you, everything I have is yours." Including money.
These words carried deep significance, but in that mont, Alia did not catch on.
She lightly said, "We are already squared away, you shouldn’t talk like this, if your mother hears, she’ll scold for being a Fox Spirit again."
"You don’t need to care about their opinions. I’ve been an adult for a long ti, I can make my own decisions."
Even if it ant giving her all his possessions, it was his business.
Alia struggled to explain to him, so she decided to end the discussion, "Just put up with this for now, I’ll make you soup tomorrow."
"Tonight."
"What?"
"I want the soup you make tonight."
"..." She held back, then through gritted teeth, "Fine, tonight then."
Good, she’ll bring the kids along tonight.
With the little ones around, he might be distracted and not vent all his anger on her alone.
Really...
Did she dig up his family’s ancestral graves in her last life? To be treated like this by him in this life!
Mr. Hart, like a child, fussed and grumbled over everything until finally, under "mommy’s" coaxing, he opened his noble mouth.
"This tastes awful, like swill for pigs; how is this restaurant not out of business..."
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