Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 104: Hold Me, I Feel So Bad

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Hold Me, I Feel So Bad

Lily Garcia did not expect Amelia to be so sharp-tongued, and was stunned for a moment before regaining her composure, continuing to cling to Christopher Hart and play the victim.

"Christopher... did you hear... this woman, not only is she hypocritical and cunning, she’s also malicious and malevolent... you, you can’t be deceived by her anymore—sob sob sob..."

Christopher Hart forcefully endured her tugging at his clothes and, staring intently at Amelia, ordered Lucas King in a low voice, "Help her up."

Lucas King stuttered, "I... I help?"

His gaze was as sharp as a knife.

"Well... alright then." Lucas King was extremely distressed but crouched down anyway, careful not to touch her recklessly, gently coaxing, "Miss Lily, please get up... the ground is so cold... you’ll get sick and suffer later."

"Christopher... I want you, hug me, I feel so miserable—" Lily Garcia ignored Lucas King’s words and continued to cling to Christopher Hart.

"Miss Lily, please get up first..."

"Christopher, what’s wrong with you, don’t you love me anymore... you still love her, don’t you? Christopher Hart, you can’t be so heartless, ah ah ah... I’m in so much pain, I’m going to die... sob sob sob—"

Christopher Hart typically ignored her completely and suddenly changed his demand, "Lucas, call 120, have her taken for a full-body checkup, then call 110 to notify the police, do what needs to be done."

Originally, Christopher Hart thought that the quarrel between the two women would only result in some hair-pulling and scratching, just superficial injuries.

Amelia was not stupid enough to seriously harm anyone and get herself in trouble.

And Lily Garcia was likely just pretending to gain sympathy.

But since she refused to get up and insisted on continuing her act, he had no choice but to accommodate her.

At his words, Amelia gasped, staring at him in shock.

Notify the police?

This harsh? Really planning to send her to jail?

Hadn’t he been tender last night, and gentle like jade this morning; how could he suddenly turn so cold and heartless?

She stared at the man, and after her initial shock, gave a cold laugh, understanding everything.

It seemed he still loved Lily Garcia, or perhaps the word "scumbag" had struck a nerve—making him lash out in anger.

Lucas King, seeing his boss’s order had changed, slowly stood up, lowering his voice to ask, "President Hart, are you really... notifying the police?"

The man glanced sideways, "Do I look like I’m joking?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I’ll make the call right now..."

Lucas King dared not delay and immediately took out his phone.

But unexpectedly, Lily Garcia suddenly rose from the ground and grabbed his phone.

"Miss Lily, you... you’re alright?" Lucas King was surprised.

Lily Garcia glanced at Christopher Hart, seeing his indifferent expression, her heart filled with bitter resentment!

She thought by pretending to be hurt and pitiful, she could at least evoke a bit of sympathy from Christopher Hart, for him to hold and protect her, thus gaining an upper hand in front of Amelia.

But unexpectedly, Christopher Hart actually...

She couldn’t just go to any hospital, unless it was that specific hospital with that specific doctor—otherwise, her secret would be exposed.

Faced with Lucas King’s surprise, she had to start another act, "I... I just felt a suffocation in my chest, extremely uncomfortable, but I feel a bit better now..."

As she spoke, she continued her award-winning performance, looking pitifully at Christopher Hart.

"Although I hate Amelia, she... she is still Hope’s biological mother, and Hope just had surgery, she needs her mother’s care the most right now. If she gets arrested, Hope will definitely be very sad and it could affect her recovery..."

Lily Garcia rambled on, her gaze mournful and aggrieved as she glanced at Amelia, "So, let’s not notify the police, I’ll be the bigger person and let it go..."

"What?" Lucas King showed a puzzled expression as if asking a question.

Amelia Garcia laughed as well, a dismissive and disdainful laugh, once again refreshing her understanding of Lily Garcia.

How shameless and bottomless does one have to be to twist right and wrong like this!

Christopher Hart did not hold back and asked, "If you’re so magnanimous, why did you call her out to fight?"

Lily Garcia immediately started sobbing again, "I didn’t mean to, I just wanted her to admit who she is. It’s clear she is Amelia Garcia, why lie? I asked her to promise that once Hope is better, she would leave and never come back. But she became angry and exacted revenge on me..."

"Christopher..." Lily Garcia, sobbing and gasping for breath, tugged at the man’s sleeves, pleading pitifully.

"You clearly knew she’s Amelia Garcia, yet you still purposely kept things ambiguous with her... Aren’t you the one who hates her the most? Have you forgotten what she once did to you, to the Hart Family? Christopher, I am the one who loves you the most... When will you realize... Hmm hmm hmm..."

Amelia Garcia hadn’t spoken in a while.

Watching this play out, her values were continually challenged, and sensing the nauseating nature of the scene before her, she took a deep breath and turned to grab her things.

"I better clear out before I vomit."

With that, she stepped towards the door.

However, when she passed by Christopher Hart, she stopped and turned around.

Their eyes met, and she gave a cold, thin-lipped smile.

"True to Christopher Hart, everyone in your hands is just a pawn. It was overconfident of me to not realize I was merely being played."

Christopher Hart knew what she meant by those words, his fingers slowly tightened, and he responded indifferently, "Wasn’t it you who played everyone first?"

Lily Garcia immediately shouted, "Yeah! You faked your death, how capable! If you’re pretending to be dead, then don’t come back at all!"

"You have no right to speak!" Christopher Hart snapped back.

Lily Garcia’s face stiffened, pale and embarrassed, humiliated once again.

Amelia Garcia pondered Christopher Hart’s words and sarcastically laughed, "Yes, let’s say it’s my fault then, since from beginning to end, everything wrong is always my fault."

She had long lost the right to explain herself, only able to let others put the blame on her head.

To be a sinner who could never redeem herself.

The bit of warmth that had just surged in her heart, the little revived affection for the man, shattered once again, leaving no trace.

Amelia Garcia left through the door.

The room fell silent.

Lily Garcia was also extremely nervous, cautiously glancing at Christopher Hart, fearful that he would hold her accountable for intruding his study. Her body weakened, and she collapsed into his arms.

"Christopher... I feel so dizzy. Can you take me back home?"

Christopher Hart stood still, motionless, and did not lift a hand to touch her.

"Lucas, take her back to ’rest well.’"

He emphasized the words "rest well," Lucas naturally understood the deeper meaning, but Lily knew nothing.

Still thinking that the man couldn’t bear to be harsh on her, that he still cared and worried about her.

After Christopher Hart dropped the words, he turned and left, and Lucas took Lily away in the car.

However, after driving a distance, Lily Garcia noticed something was amiss, "Assistant King, where are you taking me?"

Lucas King glanced at the rearview mirror, "President Hart instructed to take Miss Lily to a quiet place to recuperate for a few days."