My Sweet Second Marriage (Eudora and Amos)

Chapter 182

Strictly speaking, Christopher was the most important and rightful person in the family.

His mother was Old Master Gellert's first wife. When Master Gellert was in his worst shape, she

followed him and stayed by his side without hesitation.

She was the one who built up the foundation bricks of their family business with Master Gellert. To help

his father, his mother was willing to give up on her pregnancy and sacrifice her baby for the business.

Later on, when everything finally got steadier after years and years of hard work, she found that she

was pregnant again. The blessing of another child made her jump with joy. Alas, when she wanted to

tell Master Gellert the good news, he showed up in front of her with another woman and a child.

The child was Christopher's oldest brother, an illegitimate child who was older than him.

Due to the immense sadness, his mother could not bear the heavy blow and slipped into depression

during her pregnancy. As soon gave birth to him, she sadly passed away.

Then, his father's mistress came in with the child and became his second wife. Christopher, his

legitimate son, suddenly became the most hated person in the whole family.

Especially after that woman died of illness, Anthony Gellert found an excuse and blamed everything on

Christopher. He said that the woman died because of Christopher, who drove the woman mad.

From then on, Christopher's time at home was always dark and miserable.

Christopher sneered. After so many years, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

When Christopher let go of his hand, Anthony gritted his teeth, but soon he caught up with him.

"Christopher, I've seen your award-winning work in Italy. It's really good. Why don't you tell me all about

it?"

Christopher turned back and replied faintly, "Anthony, did I hear you correctly? Weren't you always

disrespectful towards designers? I remembered you saying that only incompetent people would sit NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

there and draw pictures all day long."

Anthony's expression froze and he hurriedly shook his head. "No, when did I say that?"

How could Anthony admit it? He had searched high and low all over the country for a designer to

salvage the unfinished building of their business. The unfinished building looked even more miserable

than the one Christopher saw a few years ago.

Since someone had died in the building before, Christopher finally transformed that one into a

warehouse.

However, in terms of the unfinished building which Anthony should deal with, its location was not good,

so it was mainly for community use and could not be renovated. The designers whom he had hired

either advised him to leave everything as it was or asked him to demolish the entire building and build it

again from scratch.

How could Anthony do that? He had invested more than a billion dollars in it. If he were to bear the

losses, how could he still manage to gain a foothold in the company?

"Anthony, you must be so busy that you're starting to be forgetful. If that's the case, then I have nothing

to say."

As Christopher spoke, he pulled Eudora along with him and headed outside. Anthony suddenly

became anxious. "Christopher, do you have to be so aggressive?"

Christopher acted dumb and asked in return, "Anthony, am I?"

Anthony pursed his lips and felt a chill in his heart. He had to say, "It's my fault. I was just worried about

you in the past. I was afraid that you would be addicted to designing all day long and ruin your bright

future, that's why I said..."

"Oh! So you admit it now?"

The designers invited by Anthony were all big shots in the industry. When they heard this, their

expressions turned bad.

Anthony was good at pretending to be nice in front of them, but how would they know what he had said

about them behind their backs?

For a moment, the atmosphere was very awkward. Then, a few esteemed designers came forward and

said, "Mr. Gellert, I just remembered that I have some matters to attend to. If you don't mind, I'll be

leaving now." Seeing this, the rest of them followed suit and also began to leave.

Anthony was dumbfounded as he thought to himself. "Are designers all so sensitive?"

His assistant next to him said hurriedly, "President Gellert, they are all gone. What should we do?"

"Let them leave. What's the use of a bunch of useless id*ots who couldn't even come up with a plan?"

The assistant suddenly turned silent and did not dare to speak.

Christopher ignored him and went inside with Eudora. Old Master Gellert was also very happy to hear

that Christopher had come back today.

As he was pushed by the servant in his wheelchair, he could not hide the excitement on his face when

he saw Christopher. However, Christopher did not feel the same. He just acknowledged his presence

and then came out with an excuse to leave.

Old Master Gellert suddenly choked on his breath and said, "Stop right there! Where are your

manners?"

Christopher immediately scoffed, "Well, I suppose like father, like son. If you did teach me well, why

would I be like this?"

"You..." Old Master Gellert was so frustrated that his face turned red, and he almost couldn't breathe.

"You shouldn't get angry!" Christopher added, "Otherwise, people would start putting the blame on me.

Surely I can't take another crime to my name."

After that, he turned around and walked out with a sneer on his face.

Only when he was out of Old Master Gellert's sight that Christopher finally let out a sigh.

Eudora knew that he felt miserable, so she reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be

upset. To tell the truth, you still wish for your father to make peace with you, don't you? Why did you

say that to him?"

Christopher frowned, "I can't get over it. Isn't this what he deserved?"

"But you wouldn't be happy either if you do this! If something bad happens to your father, you will regret

it..."

Before she could finish her words, the servant in the room suddenly ran out and shouted, "Call the

doctor. The Old Master has fainted!"

Christopher was startled and hurried to catch up with him, only to see Old Master Gellert lying on the

chair with his eyes closed.

The doctors rushed over quickly and asked for the rest of the guests to leave the room.

Seeing Christopher's pale face, Eudora wanted to say something. The next second, Christopher had

pulled Eudora into his arms.

Eudora was shocked and immediately felt his hot tears falling on her shoulders. She felt a chill in her

heart. She knew that he was anxious and upset, so she reached out and patted his back comfortingly.

"It's okay. Everything will be alright."

As soon as Amos arrived, this was the first scene that he saw. Christopher was hugging Eudora tightly,

and Eudora's slender, pale hands was gently patting on Christopher's back.

All of a sudden, there seemed to be a ball of roaring fire in Amos' chest, and he almost couldn't hold

himself back.

At the same time, the door was opened. Christopher quickly let go of Eudora and ran inside to check.

Just as Eudora was about to follow him, she felt a big hand grabbing her by the wrist, shocking her.

The next second, she felt her whole body turn around and she was pressed against the corner of the

wall by the man.

Amos looked at her with a dark expression, his gaze inscrutable.

A strong sense of oppression came onto Eudora. Even though Amos was sitting in a wheelchair, his

intimidating aura did not diminish a bit. Eudora felt as if she was suffocating.

"You..." Eudora gnashed her teeth. "Mr. Granger, please behave yourself."

"Behave?" Amos frowned. "You gave me the cold shoulder, and yet you threw yourself into the arms of

some other men?"

Throwing myself into the arms of other men?

Gritting her teeth, Eudora retorted, "So what? Who do you think you are to me? I have the right to

throw myself at anyone. You have no right to ask!"

Amos was at a loss for words. He knew from the very beginning that Eudora was no longer the same

person he used to know.

However, what she just said still managed to make his heart wither in pain.

If he didn't mean anything to her, then who did?