Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 109 Massive Brawl Scene1

Chapter 109: Chapter 109 Massive Brawl Scene1

"I—"

"It seems Chief Designer Norton has made quite a profit over the years, full of confidence."

Amelia Garcia clenched her phone, instinctively raising her hand to explain, only to be met with escalated mockery and fired up in an instant, "No matter how much I earn, it’s nothing compared to what you, President Hart, make. I’m well aware of my limits and don’t need your sarcasm!"

"Hmph, that’s good to hear! When it comes to raising our daughter, I have more say than you! If you truly want to make amends, spend more time with her instead of thinking you can get away by just spending some money."

"Christopher Hart, you bastard! That’s not what I mean at all!"

"But that’s exactly what you’re doing."

"I—"

"Beep beep beep..."

Amelia wanted to say that she never intended to brush off her daughter with money!

But Christopher Hart didn’t wait for her to explain, he hung up the phone rudely as soon as he finished talking!

Listening to the dead tone in her ear, Amelia was so furious she saw red!

This man is truly... irrational!

Those tender and considerate behaviors from the previous days were all a sham!

As soon as things don’t go his way, he immediately turns into an overbearing dragon!

That night, Amelia tossed and turned, unable to sleep because of how mad Christopher Hart made her.

All night, she racked her brains about how exactly to fight for custody of her daughter.

She even ran through in her head how to state her case in court if it came to a lawsuit!

If push comes to shove, she was ready to go all out, to reveal her identity and openly compete for her daughter’s custody.

She couldn’t believe that Christopher Hart could do whatever he wanted, as if he could even manipulate a judge to his advantage.

With a firm resolve, the next morning, Amelia got up and headed straight for the hospital.

She needed to confront Christopher Hart, not a day more she could wait!

But unexpectedly, when she arrived at the hospital in high dudgeon, another drama was unfolding in the ward.

"You give me back my daughter! Don’t think just because you’re Christopher Hart with all your abilities that you can do whatever you want! How much has my daughter sacrificed for you, for the Hart family! Is this how you treat her?"

Fiona Marshall was cursing loudly in the hospital ward, clutching Christopher Hart’s clothes and repeatedly slapping him hard.

Christopher Hart didn’t push her away; he simply relied on his towering height to slightly tilt his head and dodge her attacks.

Still, the scene looked somewhat embarrassing.

"Now you tell the truth, did you do something to her? Christopher Hart, let me tell you, we live in a society governed by law! Even if you have immense power, you can’t murder without facing the consequences!"

Michael Garcia was pulling on his wife, constantly trying to calm her down, but it was no use.

"Ah, stop pulling me! You’re heartless and ungrateful! Lily isn’t your biological child, so you don’t care, and now that she’s missing, you must be happy inside, huh?"

"What are you talking about? Haven’t I been searching with you these past few days?"

Michael Garcia’s face was one of misery, torn between sides and unable to help complaining, "How could this be blamed on me? When they offered five hundred million a while ago and you weren’t moved at all, you were fixated on having her marry, it’s absurd..."

Before he could finish, Fiona Marshall’s slap suddenly changed direction, aiming fiercely at her own husband.

"What did you say? Who’s stupid? Isn’t it because you’re incompetent? If you had the ability, would my daughter have been looked down upon by the Hart family?!"

Amelia stood outside the ward, hearing the dispute inside loud and clear.

Lily Garcia is missing?

What happened?

Aren’t they supposed to have gone to the hospital for a check-up after their fight?

How could she just disappear?

Could it be—

She pondered for a brief moment and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Could it be that Christopher Hart killed to silence someone?

Her mind thundered with the thought, and she repeatedly shook her head...

No, that was impossible. Even if Christopher was ruthless, he wouldn’t resort to murder, right?

Besides, didn’t he still have feelings for Lily Garcia?

Inside, Fiona Marshall was still crying and making a scene, but there was never a response or stance from Christopher Hart.

Worried about her daughter, she stealthily glanced inside and saw Hope being protected in Aunt Harper’s arms, which provided her with some relief.

Given the current situation, her presence would only exacerbate the conflict and further cement her reputation as the other woman.

For all she knew, Fiona Marshall might see her and believe that her daughter had been framed by her.

She needed to make a prudent escape and decided to leave at once.

Yet, unexpectedly, when she turned around, there was someone standing behind her, staring at her with a menacing glare.

Amelia Garcia flinched instinctively and looked up at Emma Carter, dressed in a high-end designer suit, embodying an imposing demeanor of an influential lady with her brows lightly furrowed.

Remembering the previous confrontation in the hospital room with Emma Carter, she felt an aversion welling up inside.

—Aversion towards herself.

Since returning to the country, she didn’t know when she had turned into a shrew, a fighter, getting into scuffles like it was an everyday affair.

How ironic her life had become.

Emma Carter approached with a cold sneer on her face, "I had planned, after settling matters here, to find you for a talk, but look at this coincidence."

Amelia Garcia realized from her demeanor—she already knew her identity.

"Amelia, I really underestimated you before. I thought that after your divorce from Christopher, you’d have no further involvement with the Hart family. To think you had the capability to give birth alone and then abandon the child with Christopher, and even fake your own death."

Emma Carter walked up to her, stood still, and slung the limited edition handbag she was carrying over her wrist, taking a deep breath, "But I don’t understand you. If you faked your own death, why come back now—are you here just to see the child, or to continue bringing harm to the Hart family, seeking malicious revenge?"

Amelia had heard such accusations too many times and felt they weren’t worth explaining.

She also didn’t understand why the Hart family had treated her like an outsider before, and yet later came to hate her to the bone?

Before the Hart family’s hatred towards her, she had always been grateful to them.

Why would she want to harm the Hart family? Take revenge on them?

"Aunt Carter, you can say whatever you like, it’s your right. If you want to sever ties with me, it’s simple, persuade your son to give Hope to me, and I promise to take her and never come back, just as if I were dead."

Amelia remained unyielding, quickly recalibrating her strategy and pulling Emma Carter into her "trench."

After all, this grandmother never liked her granddaughter.

As expected, upon hearing this, Emma Carter’s expression immediately changed.

"You came back just for that girl?"

She scoffed, "Or for your cruel and heartless son?"

"You’re calling Christopher heartless?" Emma Carter, displeased, squinted her eyes and said with offense, "You ingrate, lower than beasts, it’s bad enough that you stole trade secrets but you also nearly caused Wendy’s death and showed no respect to your elder—how dare you accuse my son of being cruel and heartless?"

Amelia maintained an indifferent attitude, "Say what you will, I only want Hope."

Emma Carter pondered deeply, naturally more than willing in her heart.

But the problem was, how to convince her son?

Their conversation outside had drawn the attention of those inside.

Suddenly, the door to the hospital room was pulled open, and Fiona Marshall, upon seeing them, was taken aback, then, with fierce eyes like a starving wolf lunging at prey, she pounced towards Amelia!

Christopher Hart, just moments ago, had been slapped countless times by her and had remained indifferent.

But now, as Fiona Marshall lunged at Amelia, his eyes sharpened, and he quickly stepped forward, extending his hand to grab and stop Fiona.