In stark contrast to Lily Garcia’s hysteria was the calm between Christopher Hart and Alia Garcia.
They hadn’t even deigned to look over.
However, a sudden loud shout had awakened Hope, who had been in a deep sleep on the hospital bed.
The little girl shook her head, and as her eyes had just opened, she softly called out, "Mommy..."
Alia’s heart nearly lted. She quickly walked over joyfully and touched the little girl’s forehead.
"Mommy’s here, baby. How do you feel?"
"It hurts... it hurts so much—"
The little girl, bewildered by the complex aftermath of the surgery, could only vaguely express her pain by saying it "hurt."
When Alia saw her reaching to pull at the dical tubing, she quickly grabbed her hand. "Baby, don’t move yet; let’s wait for the doctor to check on you..."
anwhile, Lily, seeing their interaction, reignited her anger, marched forward, and yanked at Alia, nearly pulling her down.
"What are you doing!" Afraid to scare the child, Alia instantly beca furious.
But Lily was fiercer. "If you’re not Alia Garcia, then why do you care about her so much? Constantly calling yourself her mother! You must be her!"
Christopher Hart walked over to the bed and pressed the call button then grabbed Lily, his expression dark, his tone cold, "Stop making a scene, or leave!"
"Christopher~"
Desperate, Lily stomped her foot and clung to his arm, cooing, "Really, you have to believe . Don’t let her deceive you!"
Christopher Hart was unmoved.
She stared at his stern face for a mont, then suddenly froze, her expression turning stiff.
"I understand... you must know it, you know she is Alia Garcia!"
The man shook off her touch, walked over to his daughter’s sickbed, and left her with the words, "If you can find evidence, don’t forget to tell imdiately."
Alia, who stood nearby, felt her heart jolt.
He was truly a natural at lying, without a hint of guilt.
The doctors and nurses quickly arrived to examine Hope, and asked the family mbers to temporarily step outside.
The three of them walked outside, and Alia turned around, "Mr. Hart, since your beloved has awakened, I’ll leave now. I wish her a swift recovery."
"Right." Just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly rembered sothing. Her gaze fixed on Lily, eyeing her coldly up and down.
"I think there’s sothing wrong with your fiancée. Her behavior was really strange when I arrived. As they say, it’s hardest to guard against a traitor within one’s ho. Mr. Hart, if you truly love your daughter, then this marriage might need to be reconsidered..."
Before she could finish, Lily, pushed to her limit, snapped and lunged forward to hit her. "You bitch, what are you talking about! Slandering ! I’m only taking care of the child. What right do you have to malign like this! You howrecker, have you no sha! Constantly trying to drive a wedge between us, you bitch!"
She cursed and lunged forward simultaneously, grabbing and wildly slapping Alia.
Christopher Hart, despite his quick reaction, couldn’t restrain her until Fuller and Aunt Harper arrived. Together, they managed to pull the raging Lily away.
dical staff and so family mbers gathered around, whispering and pointing.
Alia frowned deeply, her complexion gloomy as she smoothed her hair, noticing several strands had co loose in her palm.
Christopher Hart looked at her, concern on the tip of his tongue, but he pursed his lips and held it back.
"Let go! She’s the howrecker, destroying other people’s relationships, why aren’t you stopping her instead of !"
Lily was hopping mad, pointing at Alia and shouting, "I will find the evidence! Just you wait!"
Christopher Hart saw the crowd growing larger, and knowing his daughter had just awakened and needed rest, signaled Fuller with a glance.
Understanding, Fuller imdiately dragged Lily away.
Her curses faded into the elevator shaft, and everyone’s eyes turned back to Christopher Hart and Alia Garcia.
Alia’s greatest concern was her daughter. Now that the little girl had awakened and seed fairly alert, despite her reluctance, reason told her—it was ti to leave.
Thus, she glanced at Christopher Hart, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Inside the hospital room, Hope had completed her examination, and her condition was fairly stable.
The child is still young and has weak endurance, so extra caution is needed in follow-up care. Otherwise, once an infection occurs, it can be very dangerous.
Mr. Hart listened to the attending physician’s words before returning to the hospital room.
Hope lay with her eyes open, her breathing was sowhat weak, and various tubes connected to her body flowed in and out with so fluids.
Mr. Hart sat down beside the bed, carefully holding his daughter’s tiny, soft hand, suppressing the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Honey, the doctor said the surgery was very successful. In a few days, you’ll be able to recover and jump around like other kids."
Hope did not respond, just looked around with her eyes and muttered, "Mommy, mommy..."
"Mom has so work to deal with. I’ll co to stay with you later in the evening, okay? Shall we sleep soundly?"
Hope looked at him and said with difficulty, "Daddy..."
"Yes?"
"I had a dream... I dreamt that soone wanted to catch , kept chasing , and I was so scared... Suddenly mommy appeared and scared the bad person away..."
Mr. Hart, listening to his daughter, wasn’t sure how to comfort her and could only gently pat her head and soothe her, "Daddy is here, no one will catch you, sleep well."
Indeed, Hope was very weak.
With her father’s words, she felt sowhat reassured and slowly closed her eyes again.
Yet, even in sleep, her tiny hand still tightly gripped her father’s thumb.
Mr. Hart, watching his daughter’s reaction, heard Alia Garcia’s words echoing in his ears.
Could it be that Lily Garcia really had the audacity to harm Hope?
But if she were to succeed, how would she clear herself of the connection?
Was she planning to go down together?
—
Alia Garcia returned to her studio, distracted while eting with a major client.
Finally, after seeing off the client, she imdiately called Snow Fitch.
"Snow, could you ask your aunt to inquire about Hope’s condition? She woke up this morning, but I didn’t hear what the doctor said."
Snow, also busy with work, asked curiously, "Why don’t you go check on her yourself?"
"I went, but ran into Lily Garcia and she made a scene again."
"Alright... That woman is simply crazy, doesn’t she feel ashad?"
Snow checked the ti and said, "My aunt must be busy now, I’ll call her at noon and get back to you."
"Alright."
Alia Garcia hung up and turned around to see Shaw coming in.
"Sister, soone is looking for you."
Alia Garcia’s expression tightened, "Her again?"
Shaw, realizing the misunderstanding, quickly explained, "Oh, not that Lily Garcia, it’s a handso guy! One we’ve seen before!"
"Seen before?" Alia Garcia was puzzled.
"When Kane’s group first arrived, we hosted them, and since the hotel had no rooms left, there was a handso guy who gave up his private room for us—"
Before she could finish, Alia Garcia exclaid in surprise, "Benny Palr?"
"Right, right, right! He said his last na was Palr."
Alia Garcia was puzzled as to why Benny Palr would co to find her.
"Sis, he’s waiting outside, should we—?"
"Let’s go." Alia Garcia thought whether it was a blessing or a misfortune, it couldn’t be avoided, and she opened the door and went out.
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