Hope Hart had made all the preparations for her surgery, which was scheduled to go ahead as planned.
Early in the morning, Alia Garcia dressed down and arrived at the hospital ahead of ti.
Noah and Ethan said they wanted to stay at the hospital to support their sister, each led by Snow Fitch and Kane in disguise, to "infiltrate" the hospital.
When Alia Garcia arrived at the ward, the little girl had already changed into her surgical gown.
Seeing her mom appear, she instinctively wanted to hug her, but she was stopped by the nurse.
"Don’t be afraid, sweetheart, be brave. Mommy will be waiting for you when you co out, okay?"
Thinking of her young daughter about to undergo the knife again, Alia Garcia felt an indescribable pain in her heart, but she couldn’t show it in front of her child and simply smiled softly.
Hope was very understanding and comforted her in return, "Don’t worry, mommy. After the anesthesia, I’ll just take a nap, and it’ll be over. When I get discharged, can you take out to play?"
"Of course!" No one could refuse any request from such a cute and sensible child.
The little girl waved goodbye to her mom and dad with a smile and disappeared behind the doors of the operating room.
The surroundings grew quiet, and she stood motionless until she heard a voice from behind—
"I thought you wouldn’t co."
The woman blinked and, coming back to her senses, sat down on a nearby chair, took out her cell phone to see if there was any work she could handle, and replied calmly, "I didn’t co for you."
"..." Christopher Hart pursed his lips, hands in his pockets, standing two steps away from her, "What’s your plan after this?"
What’s the plan?
For the past few days, Alia Garcia had been asking herself that very question: what should she do?
She wanted to "steal" her sister away but could never outmaneuver this bastard.
She was afraid that angering him would really land her in prison.
Before, she thought she understood him and believed that everyone might hurt her, except him.
But later on, all the pain and suffering were brought upon her by this man.
If it weren’t for Grandpa’s protection back then, she might have truly ended up wrongfully jailed.
So now, when he uses this as a threat, it’s not entirely a bluff—he truly might do it.
After Christopher Hart asked, and she didn’t answer for a while, her expression alternated between relaxed and tense, her delicate brows knitted in a complex, heavy mixture, clearly without a clue about what to do.
So, he offered a suggestion: "Hope has always wanted a mom. Although your identity can’t be revealed, in her heart, you are her mother."
Alia Garcia frowned, "...So what?"
"So, you stay and be her mom. From now on, I won’t make things difficult for you."
Alia Garcia was shocked.
But he quickly added, "Don’t think too much about it. I simply want my daughter to be happy. It’s not that I have any lingering feelings for you. I’m about to get married soon, and I am going to be faithful to my wife."
What?!
Alia Garcia doubted her own ears!
"Have you asked Lily Garcia for her opinion?" She found the proposal absurd and laughable.
On one hand, he talks about being faithful to marriage and his wife, and on the other, he wants her to stay and be Hope’s mother—forgive her lack of imagination, but she really couldn’t comprehend what this was all about.
A blatant case of one husband with two wives?
How shaless can you be!
"It’s not important," Mr. Hart coolly brushed off.
"How can it not be? Are you out of your mind? With Lily Garcia’s personality, she would be furious!"
"Tell whether you agree or not. If you don’t, then just get lost at once, and don’t ever show up again. I don’t want Hope to be upset because of you."
Christopher Hart refused to disclose his arrangents to Lily Garcia, not wanting to throw his male pride in front of her to be spat upon again.
He hoped this woman would take the opportunity to step down in light of their daughter, to stay for now.
In a few years, he planned to rid himself of Lily Garcia and still intended to offer Alia a legitimate place.
A family should be complete and harmonious to be fulfilled.
But he didn’t dare to say these plans now.
Alia Garcia stared at him for a few seconds, making sure he wasn’t joking, and her expression turned serious.
"If you two get married, I will definitely leave. As for Hope, if you’re unwilling to give her custody, then we’ll just have to et in court."
Her decisiveness was unwavering as she once again rejected the olive branch Christopher Hart had proactively extended.
Sure enough, the next second, the man’s face turned icy cold. "Are you willing to acknowledge your identity?"
"I don’t want to, but for my daughter, I have to do this."
If sneaky attempts to take her failed, then she had no choice but to go all out and use her identity as the child’s biological mother to take the legal route.
Looking at her chilly, beautiful face, Christopher Hart clenched his fists with anger again. "How can you just—"
Before he could finish, his phone rang. He stopped, took out his phone and, with annoyance, answered, "What is it?"
The call was from Lucas King.
He asked with difficulty, "President Hart, Miss Garcia has found a house she likes, but there are so issues with processing the paperwork..."
"What issues?"
Before Lucas King could answer, Lily Garcia snatched the phone away, asking discontentedly, "Christopher, why does the house have to be in your na? It’s bad enough that you refuse to let live in the villa, but even when you buy an apartnt, it’s not in my na?"
It turns out Lucas King had been showing houses to Lily Garcia, and they finally found a suitable one.
Lily was over the moon and had just finished bragging to her group of girlfriends when she turned around to see Lucas King handing over Christopher Hart’s docunts to the staff.
It was then she realized—this luxury apartnt valued at 20 million wasn’t intended to be registered in her na!
It was like a resounding slap whistling in!
As Christopher Hart listened to her questioning him, his expression remained undisturbed, devoid of any ripples, as he counter-asked, "Why should it be in your na? Who decided that?"
"You... this—" Lily Garcia was rendered speechless.
She stuttered for a while, then asked again, "Isn’t this supposed to be the natural order of things? Aren’t you supposed to buy an apartnt when we get married?"
"Didn’t you say that being with was never about the money?"
"I—"
Lily Garcia was struck dumb once again!
In her wildest dreams, she never imagined that Christopher Hart would be so ruthlessly decisive!
In that mont, her stepfather Michael Garcia’s words echoed in her ears, and she suddenly realized—Christopher Hart indeed only conferred upon her the status of the Hart Family’s young mistress, being incredibly stingy about material wealth and money!
"You want money, I offered you 500 million before, you didn’t agree," the man provoked her again.
Alia Garcia, seated to the side, suddenly lifted her eyelashes upon hearing this.
million? Was he foolishly generous?
But then she thought, 500 million to buy her own sister’s life, seed like a fair deal.
After all, the man had money to burn.
Lily Garcia continued to stutter, and seeing that taking a tough stance did not work, she imdiately began whining and cooing, "Christopher... how can you treat like this... 20 million for an apartnt, to you it’s nothing at all, you’re even willing to part with 500 million, so why not just an apartnt..."
"That’s a different matter. 500 million in exchange for my personal freedom, that I feel is worth it."
"..." Lily Garcia was completely at a loss for words.
To the side, Alia Garcia also raised her eyebrows, feeling sowhat sympathetic towards that non-blood-related sister.
What was going on in her head?
Rejecting 500 million for a morally skewed, domineering playboy; a scumbag! And to be so eager to play stepmother to his child!
Alia Garcia couldn’t help but respect Lily Garcia.
How deeply in love with Christopher Hart she must be to be so foolish!
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