Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 102: Christopher Hart Deceived Her Again!

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Christopher Hart Deceived Her Again!

Clarke Norton obtained the evidence and called Wendy Hart.

Learning the truth, Wendy was not surprised.

Her instincts were always spot on.

"Come over first, so we can discuss how to deal with this," Wendy said to her calmly.

"No!" In contrast to Wendy’s calm, Clarke Norton was like a lioness with ruffled fur, wishing she could immediately find Amelia Garcia for a showdown.

She said decisively, "I need to see her! I will expose her lies! Christopher is mine, and nobody will take him away!"

"Lily, listen to me, don’t be impulsive. We need to take the long view on this matter, you are not—"

"Beep beep beep..."

Wendy hadn’t finished speaking when Clarke hung up the call in a hurry.

Knowing where Amelia was, Clarke drove straight to the destination.

Wendy called her several more times, but she hung up without hesitation every time.

Upon arriving at the hospital and getting out of the car, Clarke stormed angrily toward the inpatient department.

Just as she exited the parking lot, she caught sight of a figure walking out of the main hall and, startled, quickly ducked into the nearby garden.

After watching Christopher Hart leave with Lucas King, she cautiously crept out of the garden and into the inpatient department.

Amelia Garcia was still having lunch.

It was brought by Lucas at noon and was quite plentiful.

Hope’s fever had finally subsided, and her spirits had improved. Many of the tubes had been removed, and she was now able to sit up and take some liquid food.

Amelia had just finished feeding Hope porridge and was now eagerly filling her own stomach when the door to the sickroom opened abruptly.

She looked up, her expression freezing for a moment before returning to normal.

These last few days, she had been ready to face Clarke at any time; the fact that Clarke had only now shown up was quite "considerate."

Now that Hope’s condition was stable and Christopher had dealt with the most difficult issue at the company—she was ready to "retire with honors," so she had nothing to worry about.

"Amelia Garcia! How much longer do you plan to deceive everyone? Calling yourself Clarke Norton, the Chinese-European, I spit on that!" Clarke burst out cursing as she saw Amelia glance at her then bow her head to continue eating.

Amelia paused for a moment, then slowly raised her head to look at Clarke again.

Her heart was actually somewhat panicked, but worrying that Clarke was bluffing and had no evidence, she calmly picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth and said unhurriedly, "Do you need to see my identification documents and passport?"

"Hah! Why keep up the act? I told you, I would definitely find the evidence!"

Amelia watched her expression grow serious in both face and eyes.

Clarke looked angry, but her eyes also showed a hint of smugness as she shook her phone and declared, "If you don’t want everyone to know about your fake death, then come with me obediently."

A wave of panic went through Amelia, but she kept her composure.

Knowing that she couldn’t avoid today’s confrontation, she turned to look at Hope, gently touched the little girl’s head and cooed, "Baby, go to sleep, Mommy is going to talk with Aunt Lily."

Clarke clenched her teeth in hate upon hearing the natural way Amelia said "Mommy."

As Amelia walked out, she grabbed the cellphone that was on the table, intending to call Christopher.

But Clarke, usually foolish, was sharp and quick this time, snatching up Amelia’s phone and turning it off.

"Trying to call for back-up again? I won’t let you find Christopher Hart anymore!" Before her words even finished, she tossed Amelia’s phone onto the couch.

Amelia had her pride too, realizing she needed to handle the situation herself, so she gave up on seeking help from Christopher and followed Clarke out.

In the elevator, Amelia took the initiative, "What do you want to do? Just say it."

"Hah, you finally can’t keep calm? What happened to the arrogance you had before?"

"..."

"You’re quite something, deceiving everyone by changing your name and personality, even becoming a completely different person," Clarke kept up her sarcasm.

Amelia continued her silence, unwilling to engage.

Leaving the elevator, Lily Garcia headed towards the parking lot, while Amelia Garcia, recalling her insanity, became cautious.

"I’m not getting in your car. We can talk in a nearby café or something like that if you have something to say."

"What, afraid I’m going to take your life?"

Amelia spoke bluntly, "I believe you are crazy enough to do such a thing."

...

This time, Lily was at a loss for words.

Honestly, on her way to the hospital, she had indeed thought about dragging Amelia to a deserted place, killing her, and burying the body to end it all once and for all!

But she hadn’t expected Amelia to be so guarded.

With people coming and going in the hospital, she was alone and had no way to abduct Amelia by force. Reluctantly, she cooled down a bit and agreed, "Fine, let’s find someplace then."

Amelia Garcia had been frequently visiting the hospital these days and was quite familiar with where there were security cameras, so she deliberately chose routes with surveillance when leaving.

She had to be on guard against a lunatic like Lily Garcia.

The two arrived at a café across the street from the hospital.

After taking their seats, Amelia looked at her indifferently and said, "Alright, what do you really want?"

Lily scoffed, "First, admit it. You are Amelia Garcia!"

...

Amelia remained silent, as though her silence was a form of protest.

Lily immediately pulled out her phone, found the paternity test photo she had taken, and handed it to her.

"This was found in Christopher’s study—black on white, you still want to deny it?"

Amelia took the phone, her eyes narrowing slightly. When she enlarged the photo to see the content clearly, her expression was visibly surprised.

When had Christopher Hart done a paternity test?

The sample was blood...

When had he obtained her blood sample, and how was it she didn’t know about it at all?

Amelia was momentarily baffled, but her mind reacted quickly, and she remembered certain events, understanding suddenly!

The last time Lily jumped off the building, Christopher had insisted on taking her along, and afterward, she had been lynched online and injured her forehead...

Thinking it over, the only possible opportunity for him to have obtained a blood sample must have been then.

So, the day Hope was found and brought back to the hospital, his insistence on calling the police to arrest Snow was all an act—the purpose was to see her flustered and messing up her own plans!

He already had irrefutable evidence and knew her identity, yet he still deliberately pressured her, forcing her to admit it aloud herself.

Amelia closed her eyes slowly, her heartbeat speeding up, unable to describe her feelings at that moment.

She had always thought that it was her revealing the truth of her identity to save Snow—but as it turned out, Christopher Hart had already known, deliberately watching her play the part, struggle, and beg for mercy...

These past few days, that guy’s behavior had been extremely strange. Although she didn’t understand why, she had to admit that part of her was touched.

She even thought, at one point, that her brother Christopher, whom she had missed for so many years, had returned.

Like today at lunch when he remembered what she liked to eat and had Lucas King buy it specially.

When leaving, he had also mentioned that he would go back to the company to arrange some work and then return to the hospital, allowing her to tend to her own job in the afternoon.

The two were clear about their respective roles, negotiated, and in complete unspoken agreement, almost more attuned than an old married couple.

She had almost softened and switched sides, forgetting how much he had hurt her before.

But now, a harsh reality check had snapped her back to her senses.

Brother Christopher had long been devoured by this domineering and manipulative bastard. Now, even if he was kind to others, he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing with ulterior motives!

Lily watched her reaction with a very expressive look on her face.

She thought Amelia’s silence and closed eyes, her tumultuous and restrained emotions, were all because the irrefutable proof left her with nothing to argue.

"How about it, nothing to say now? You say it’s unjust when you’re called hypocritical and deceitful, with a front that belies the true self! Hah, you could even fake your own death, what can’t you do?"