Chapter 331: The Truth Hidden for Many Years

A familiar voice rang out, and Amelia Garcia abruptly turned her head to see Christopher Hart slowly wheeling himself into the room.

Snow Fitch glanced back and saw the man in the wheelchair. His handsome face carried an air of authority, his brows furrowed with displeasure. She understood the meaning behind his words and deliberately asked, "Why are you glad I didn't meet Amelia sooner?"

Christopher had been back for a little while.

Seeing Snow's car parked in the courtyard, he had instructed the bodyguards to leave him at the entrance before they departed. He didn't enter immediately.

He knew that there were some things Amelia wouldn't open up about to him, but might confess to Snow.

So, he waited quietly outside.

Indeed, he overheard her heartfelt words.

If she had sought refuge with Snow in her youth, then her current identity might very well have been "Young Madam Fitch"—and what would she have to do with him?

The answer was obvious. Did it even need to be asked?