Emma Carter knew what she ant, her face growing increasingly awkward: "I’m talking to you, why aren’t you responding?"
Alia Garcia hadn’t responded yet, but Christopher Hart spoke first, "Mom, if there’s anything, I’ll let you know. No need to make it difficult for her."
"I... How am I troubling her? Forget it, forget it, I won’t bother you two. My kindness is wasted!"
Emma Carter left, displeased.
Christopher Hart looked at the woman back by the bedside, took her hand and smiled to reassure her, "Don’t take her words to heart."
"I haven’t taken them to heart, but I feel... your mom’s attitude towards has changed a bit."
"Really?" Christopher Hart thought for a mont, "I told them about you selling the company, the courtyard house, and those assets I gave to you to raise money to save Seal-Cloud... They probably had a pang of conscience, so their attitude towards you changed sowhat."
Alia Garcia’s eyebrows raised in surprise, her mouth slightly agape for a mont before speaking, "You... knew I sold those assets too?"
Christopher Hart’s face turned cold, "Did you really think I was clueless?"
She laughed awkwardly, shaking the man’s arm, "It’s all in the past now, everything was worth it, worth it."
Feeling guilty, she quickly changed the topic, nodding as if she had a revelation, "No wonder her attitude towards changed a bit, it turned out that you told them about this."
But she quickly added, "However, with your mom’s temperant, she might feel that I’m now flaunting my rits, becoming prouder. So even though her attitude has changed, there’s still a sense of wanting to establish the in-law family’s authority."
I have to say, Alia Garcia understands won, and her forr mother-in-law, deeply.
This analysis hit the nail on the head.
"Really?" Christopher Hart smiled, habitually rubbing her hand, repeating the sa words, "No matter what she says or does, you don’t need to care. Even if their attitude towards you changes for the better, you don’t need to cater to them excessively. Maintain a courteous distance and avoid further conflicts."
It’s undeniable that Christopher Hart’s words touched Alia Garcia.
Many n, when facing mother-in-law conflicts, only utter infuriating catchphrases—She’s my mom, what can I do?
——Considering she’s my mom, just endure it a bit more.
——My mom ans well for us, try to understand.
——Why argue with an elder? Raising wasn’t easy.
And there are countless more like these.
These n never consider how much grievance their wives endure in a marriage, how blaless they are.
Just because that person is your mom, the wife has to unconditionally yield, endure, and accept mistreatnt—How much have you done to cherish your wife, love her?
Just because she loves you, does she have to endure all this unfairness? What woman dares to accept such love?
Christopher Hart clearly understands his mother’s character, so he never thought to make them bond "in-law as if mother and daughter."
Besides, the parental harm over the years to Alia was too much and too deep. Reflecting inwardly, he couldn’t achieve the level of forgiveness required to heal all wounds after such harm, and then amicably bond with people.
Therefore, he wouldn’t demand this of Alia either.
Honoring parents is his duty as a son.
If Alia could share so of this responsibility, he would be extrely grateful.
Thinking about this, Alia Garcia showed a shy smile and teased, "You’re quite adept at handling in-law relationships now!"
"In-laws?" Christopher Hart deliberately picked on her choice of words, teasing back, "Soone hasn’t married yet, but still finds glory for themselves."
"Go away!" The woman instantly switched faces, flicking his hand away.
The hospital room door was pushed open, Snow Fitch peeked in with a teasing smile, "Hi~ Can I co in? I’m not interrupting anything, am I?"
Alia Garcia looked back, her best friend really did arrive!
"Snow, co over, co over!"
Christopher Hart smiled lightly, "Miss Fitch, you’re very thoughtful, thank you."
Snow Fitch straightforwardly waved, "No need to thank . Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not here to see you."
Mr. Hart: "..."
Alia Garcia watched soone’s frozen expression, couldn’t help smiling before being interrupted by Snow Fitch who looped her arm asking, "Did Doctor Smith co over? Before surgery, does the attending need to visit the ward—"
Before finishing the sentence, the ward door was knocked on again.
Everyone turned around and stared, wasn’t it an instance of ’speak of the devil, and he appears’?
The departnt director led his assistant accompanied with Charles Smith, marching in with five or six people.
As soon as Snow Fitch saw Charles Smith, her eyes sparkled.
"They’re here, they’re here!" She was secretly excited, involuntarily pinching Alia Garcia’s arm, nearly making Alia squawk.
But, it seed Charles Smith didn’t notice her, he rely nodded slightly to Alia Garcia as a greeting before heading towards the bed.
After simple exchanges, Charles Smith left first, the director turned to Alia Garcia to inform, "We’ll prepare for surgery, pack up and send Mr. Hart to the operating room."
"Okay, thank you, Director."
Christopher Hart was still looking at his phone, busy with work matters, until Alia ca over and confiscated it, "Just focus on the surgery; nothing is more important than your health."
Christopher nodded, laid back, letting the nurse push him out, holding the woman’s hand the entire ti.
"Don’t worry either; if you get bored waiting, go out with Snow Fitch."
"It’s okay, you don’t need to worry about ."
At the entrance to the operating room, they had to separate their hands, exchanging glances that lingered for a long ti, until the sterile door of the operating room closed.
"Tsk tsk..." Snow Fitch, having indulged in enough of their display of affection, sighed, "You’ve managed to pass through the clouds to see the moon, and even reford such an unromantic and steel-hearted ex-husband into soone so understanding, gentle, and considerate—my admiration for you is endless!"
"Stop it!" Alia Garcia nudged her, curious about so gossip, "What do you think about Doctor Smith... thinking of making a move?"
Speaking of this, Snow Fitch’s face dropped, her eyes lost their light.
"What happened..."
"Earlier, he didn’t even notice , just greeted you briefly. I think... he’s not interested in ."
"You’re talking nonsense! Look at my relationship with Christopher Hart, it’s clear on display. Would he even look at ?"
"But he clearly isn’t interested in either!"
"Co on... have you been reading too many romance novels? There’s not that much love at first sight! You and him hardly know each other, how could there be feelings? If you really like him, go after him; pursuing a man is only separated by a veil—you have such good qualifications, surely you’ll win him over!"
Snow Fitch hesitated, "But... but I’m scared, he’s too pure, I feel like I... would taint him..."
"..." Alia Garcia rolled her eyes and sighed helplessly.
Unheard of!
The best friend she rembered was always confident, radiant, uninhibited, and bold—a true heroine among won. Now, because a man was too outstanding, she felt unworthy of him.
She was about to advise her when the phone from her pocket rang.
Alia Garcia recognized the ringtone as belonging to Christopher Hart’s phone, she quickly retrieved it.
"It’s Lucas King..."
Considering they’re all well acquainted, she glanced at the phone and naturally answered, "Hello, Assistant King, your boss is in the operating room now, what’s up?"
Lucas King asked, "Has President Hart’s surgery started?"
"Yes." Sensing his anxiety, Alia Garcia straightened her posture, "Is sothing wrong?"
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