Alia Garcia’s eyes widened in shock as she sat up, stunned for a few seconds before smiling and asking in confusion, "You... What happened after I left? You suddenly changed your mind?"
The man also curved his lips into a slight smile, his tone tinged with a sigh, "Nothing happened... I just realized I upset you, so I reflected on myself... Actually, I truly never doubted you. You’ve done so much for ; how could I not trust you?"
What he feared was the terrifying power of gossip.
He feared that the father and son of the Smith Family had ulterior motives.
But on second thought, if they really had such intentions, avoiding them wouldn’t help at all.
It would be better to take the initiative and et Chairman Smith in person.
And also to thank him face-to-face.
Lovers should always think about how to fight side by side, rather than stubbornly sticking to their opinions over trivial matters that can’t be reconciled.
As a man, he should be generous, he should be more accommodating.
Alia was naturally happy about his proactive change and also wanted him to accompany her, but with his current health condition, it was really unwise to take a risk.
After thinking for a mont, she earnestly advised, "Let’s skip tonight; when you’re better, next ti we can proactively schedule an appointnt with them in advance."
Christopher Hart also thought for a mont, "Maybe I’ll ask the doctor. If going out for one night is possible, I’ll go with you."
"Alright."
After hanging up the phone, Christopher Hart asked the caregiver to find the director.
Unexpectedly, Charles Smith ca along with the director.
"Are you planning to be discharged?" Charles Smith, after hearing the caregiver’s words, looked incredulously at Christopher Hart, his gaze lingering on Hart’s legs, his expression unusually serious, "Those legs are yours. If you don’t take them seriously, there’s nothing even the best doctor can do to help."
It was the first ti the director saw Charles Smith looking so stern, he quickly tried to ease the situation, gently persuading, "Mr. Hart, I understand how you feel, but in your current state, you must stay in bed to recuperate. Only when the nerves in your legs have recovered to a stable point can you move around a little."
Christopher Hart looked at his legs secured by splints, feeling quite powerless.
He of course hoped more than anyone to recover quickly, and if this trip were to cause any setbacks to his leg recovery, it would definitely be not worth it.
But seeing Charles Smith made him uneasy again.
So he spoke directly, without beating around the bush.
"Why did your father invite Alia to dinner? Given their relationship, there’s no need for such frequent etings, right? Don’t think that just because you’ve helped twice, you can do whatever you want."
Charles Smith was reading the dical records, and upon hearing this, he looked up, seemingly surprised, "My dad invited Little Clarke to dinner? So your urgency to discharge tonight is because of this?"
Christopher Hart didn’t respond, just wore a stern and cold expression.
Charles Smith closed the dical records, threw them back into the storage box at the end of the bed, and clipped the pen back into the pocket of his white coat, "I didn’t know my dad invited Little Clarke, but I imagine they’re just having a casual chat, probably related to the achievents of Little Clarke’s mother before she passed away."
Saying this, he coldly chuckled, "Mr. Hart, don’t you think you’re being overly suspicious? My dad is old enough to be Little Clarke’s father; do you really think he would have any improper thoughts?"
Christopher Hart also laughed coldly, "You know faces but not hearts, who can guarantee your dad hasn’t thought about being a fool to chase after youth? Maybe he missed sothing in his younger years and wants to make up for it now; so twisted thoughts wouldn’t be surprising."
A few dical staff, led by the director, stood quietly by the side, all ears eavesdropping on the gossip.
Charles Smith, hearing his earnest yet baseless accusations, shook his head in apparent helplessness and left a remark before turning to leave, "She’s an independent and free person; you can’t watch over her forever."
Leaving the room, Charles Smith took out his phone and sent a ssage to Alia Garcia on WhatsApp.
Alia, who had just left the café and returned to her car, thought it might be Christopher calling back when she heard her phone ring.
She opened WhatsApp and was surprised.
How did this issue even reach Charles Smith?
Seeing him say that Christopher shouldn’t be moved or go out, she promptly replied: Okay, got it!
After reading the ssage, she intended to contact Christopher Hart, to persuade him to stay put in the hospital.
Just as she was about to make the call, she thought of sothing and reconsidered.
If she asked him right away, Christopher would surely know that Doctor Smith inford her first; given his jealous nature, he’d surely sulk again.
Checking the ti, realizing the kindergarten would soon dismiss, she decided to pick up the kids first.
While waiting at traffic lights, she received a ssage from Christopher Hart.
[That Doctor Smith said I can’t go out, so I won’t be able to accompany you tonight.]
That Doctor Smith...
The way he refers to him sounds relatively polite.
Driving, she directly responded with a voice ssage: "Got it. You just stay there and rest. We’ll take the initiative to invite him next ti; it’ll seem more sincere. I’m heading to kindergarten to pick up the trio, then I’ll head over to your place?"
Christopher also replied with a voice ssage: "You’re bringing them over now and picking them up tonight?"
"Yes, I’ll try to be as early as I can."
Her whole heart was devoted to herself and the kids, which Christopher could feel and it secretly persuaded him to open up.
"Alright, I’ll take a nap then."
Hearing his tone, as if the kids were little devils, Alia couldn’t help but laugh.
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In the evening, Alia arrived early at the private restaurant, only to find that Thomas Smith was already there, having tea with Boss Mason.
Seeing Alia, Thomas Smith raised his hand, signaling her to co over.
She walked up quickly, smiling politely as she greeted them both.
Boss Mason stood up, "Girl, you’re here, you can chat with your Uncle Smith. I’ll get busy in the kitchen."
"Thanks, Boss Mason."
"It’s nothing."
Alia sat down, and Thomas Smith handed her a freshly brewed cup of tea.
"Charles called , saying he was worried you might feel uncomfortable dining with alone, so I didn’t reserve a private room. The view here is open and beautiful, and dining outdoors in this weather is pretty nice," Thomas Smith spoke warmly and slowly, exuding a sense of peace and detachnt from the chaos of the world.
Being a smart person, Alia quickly detected the underlying ssage, and she smiled apologetically, explaining, "Christopher is just overly cautious, he overthinks things, but he ans no harm, just worried about causing unnecessary misunderstandings. Actually, he wanted to join tonight and be the host to properly thank you for your generous help, but Doctor Smith said he shouldn’t go out given his current condition, so he couldn’t co."
Even if there were always bumps and bickering between them, Alia was very protective of her man’s image in front of others.
"Once he’s feeling better, when you co over next ti, we’ll be the hosts, and he’ll thank you properly."
For soone of Thomas Smith’s status, whether others thanked him or not hardly mattered. Upon hearing this, he waved his hand dismissively, "That’s unnecessary. I’m just giving you this chance for your and your mother’s sake. In the end, it’s because I value Seal-Cloud’s brand and the potential of the project itself."
"I understand, but we’re still very grateful."
As the dining peak approached, the pre-arranged guests started arriving, passing through the corridor not far behind them into the private rooms.
A waiter brought over a pot of soup and set it down, and Alia stood up, reaching out to take the porcelain bowl in front of Thomas Smith, "Uncle Smith, let serve you a bowl of soup."
"Alright, be careful not to burn yourself."
There are things in this world that always seem to happen more when you try to avoid them.
If Thomas Smith hadn’t considered Christopher Hart’s feelings and chosen a bustling outdoor location, maybe what happened next wouldn’t have occurred...
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