Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 106: Drowning Sorrows in Alcohol

Chapter 106: Chapter 106: Drowning Sorrows in Alcohol

"Yes, you’re right, I am selfish. I’ve done nothing, yet have the audacity to attempt to steal the fruits of your victory."

Upon self-reflection, she also felt her request was too much.

She suddenly took the initiative to confess, and Christopher was taken aback, glancing up at her.

But the next second she changed her tune, "But everyone is selfish at times. You’re about to remarry; having a daughter will always be a burden. I will never marry again in my life; I will love her and raise her well."

Christopher scoffed coldly, "So you’re saying you and that foreigner were just fooling around?"

The topic changed so abruptly that Amelia paused, suddenly realizing she had slipped up. Luckily, she reacted quickly and covered up, "Isn’t it quite normal to not marry abroad? Kane and I are more like soulmates; we don’t care about that formality."

"Soulmates..." Christopher continued sarcastically, "If a man truly loves a woman, he wouldn’t not want to marry her. It seems to me you’ve likely been deceived."

Amelia was secretly furious, "Why do you always like to speculate about others with malice?"

"It’s just the truth."

"..."

Amelia suddenly felt that it was impossible to communicate with him. She turned away and took a breath, then asked again, "So no matter what, you’ll never give Hope to me, is that right?"

"Yes."

"Fine!" She nodded repeatedly, feeling oddly calm inside, no longer agitated. "If that’s the case, there’s nothing left to discuss between us."

With that, she turned and walked away.

Rage burned through Christopher like a wild prairie fire, consuming his sense, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked.

Damn woman!

Can’t she see his desire to reconcile?

Can’t she see his sincere apology?

Can’t she see his efforts to repair the damage he had done to her in the past?

Yet she still obstinately refuses to turn back!

If only he could turn back time, he could have stood by her side resolutely, believing in her unconditionally, supporting her, defying his family to the end.

But even with all his wealth, he could not buy a pill for regret.

All he could do was offer reparation afterward.

Yet he faced such a stubborn woman, one who would rather die than turn back.

Amelia, heartbroken when she left, felt the same surge of hatred.

With no interest in work, she sought out Snow.

As soon as they met, Snow saw her disarray and quickly asked, "What happened to you? You’ve got a red mark on your face, did you fight with someone?"

"Uh..." She brushed her fallen hair, intentionally covering the side of her face, and said casually, "I had a fight with Lily, quite satisfying, actually. She lost."

"What?" Snow was even more surprised, "So she went to the hospital to trouble you again?"

"Not just that, she also found out about my identity."

"Ah?" Snow was stunned, her eyes fixed, and quickly realized, "Did Christopher tell her?"

"No... She found proof on her own that Christopher had uncovered."

Speaking of this, Amelia laughed at herself, "I was so stupid. That day you took Hope to the hospital, and Christopher threatened to call the police on you, I had no choice but to admit my identity..."

"I thought at the most he was simply suspicious, using your safety to force me into compliance. But I only found out today that he had already done a DNA test with my blood sample, clearly written in black and white."

"No way!" Snow’s shock came in waves.

"Yes, that day he was just deliberately watching me act like a clown in front of him."

Snow appeared shocked and confused, was silent for a while, then slammed the table angrily, "This is too much! And to think I’d been speaking well of him, even considering the possibility of your reconciliation, I must have been blind."

Continuing, Amelia didn’t keep secrets, took a sip of water to calm down, and went on, "He does want to reconcile, but I refused."

"Ah? Why? Don’t you love him anymore?"

Love?

Amelia felt that word was far too extravagant.

"What is love anyway? Besides, he’s tied to Lily. How could he reconcile with me? I don’t want anything to do with this mess."

"But if he says so, he must have a way." Snow looked at her and asked, "Have you guys talked about it? What does he plan to do with Lily?"

"We haven’t; he wanted to talk, and I refused."

"..." Snow was somewhat at a loss for words, "Honey, you’ve had it tough these years, now when he’s finally come to his senses and wants to reconcile, why not give each other a chance?"

Amelia had come to her best friend for solace, but every word Snow said seemed to take Christopher’s side, making her even more upset.

Helplessly looking at Snow, she suddenly stood up, "Forget it, you go back to work."

"Okay, okay, I’ll drop it!" Snow hurriedly held onto her, glanced at the time, "It’s still early, but there’s a place we can go for drinks. I won’t say anything more, just accompany you for drinks, is that good enough?"

Feeling extremely frustrated, Amelia indeed wanted to drink a few glasses to intoxicate her brain and block out all these messy troubles.

So, they went out for drinks.

Christopher returned to the hospital to continue sitting with his daughter.

The little girl woke up and naturally asked where her mommy had gone. He smiled and fibbed, "Mommy has been with you for a few days, she’s put off a lot of work, now daddy will be with you."

"Okay..." Hope was sensible and didn’t fuss, simply mumbling after a while, "If mommy is going to live with us, I want to decorate our room again, I still don’t know what mommy would like..."

Christopher listened and asked casually, "Would you really like to live with mommy?"

"Of course! Every baby lives with mommy."

He chuckled, pretending to be hurt, "You don’t want daddy?"

"Of course, I do. Baby, daddy, mommy, all three together!"

"But what if, baby, you could only choose one?"

Hope suddenly stared at him, stopped talking, and fell silent.

Before Christopher could speak again, the little girl suddenly burst into tears, "I knew it, you must have made mommy angry again, wu wu wu... I want mommy, I want mommy to live with us..."

The little girl was still recovering, and as she cried, her breathing quickened, causing machines by her side to start beeping.

Christopher hurried to soothe her, "Mommy hasn’t gone, she really is busy with work, daddy was just asking you..."

The phone in his pocket rang, he took it out while comforting his daughter, his brows darkening instantly.

Fiona Marshall.

If she was calling, it could be because she knew about Lily’s "disappearance."

But with his daughter still crying, he had no mind to deal with it and after hanging up to continue consoling his child, the phone rang again.

The doctor hurried over upon hearing the commotion, which allowed Christopher to make room for her.

Taking out his phone, he answered the call with a grim look.

"Christopher Hart! Where have you taken my daughter? I knew it, your promise to marry her wasn’t sincere! Give me back my daughter!"