Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 116: Christopher Hart Invites His Son as a Guest

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: Christopher Hart Invites His Son as a Guest

Amelia Garcia looked around but didn’t see him; she wondered what he was busy with and immediately approached with a smile.

"Great, how about Mommy braids two fishtail braids for you?"

"What’s a fishtail braid?"

"You’ll see in a moment."

The little girl’s hair was just the right length, reaching her shoulders, black and shiny without any flyaways, perfect for two fishtail braids with the ends curling up adorably.

After the braiding was finished, Aunt Harper complimented from the side, "Madam, you’re so skilled, the braids look wonderful."

Hope saw her hairstyle in the mirror and was also quite pleased. She turned around and called out, "Mommy, can you do my hair every day from now on?"

Amelia, of course, couldn’t ask for more, but unfortunately—

"Of course. Let Mommy move in and live with us, then she can do Hope’s hair every day."

A familiar voice suddenly rang out; Amelia’s heart tightened, but she didn’t turn around.

Christopher Hart walked up to her, his hand naturally resting on the woman’s shoulder, his handsome face filled with tenderness and affection.

"Are we all set? The discharge procedures are finished, let’s go, time to go home!"

Amelia turned her head and glanced at his hand, then silently shrugged her shoulder...

It did not brush off.

"Oh, time to go home after discharge!" Hope was only focused on her excitement, unaware of the undercurrents between the adults.

"Daddy, pick me up!"

After her cheer, the little girl reached out her hands towards her father.

Christopher was tall and strong; he picked up his daughter with sturdy arms.

As his palm left her, Amelia breathed a silent sigh of relief.

But the next second, he hoisted his daughter onto his hip with one hand, freeing the other to encircle her shoulders again.

"Don’t be like this," Amelia protested in a low voice, trying to twist away.

The man didn’t care and held on nonetheless.

She silently stepped back and hurried to take the things that Aunt Harper was carrying out of her hands.

Christopher’s hand fell through the air again, and he finally gave up, carrying his daughter ahead of him.

When they reached the parking lot, she didn’t wait for the man to speak and took the initiative, "My car is parked over there, I’ll head out first and wait for you at the hospital entrance."

After speaking, she leaned over and touched her daughter, "Sweetie, see you in a bit."

"Mommy—" Hope called out, but couldn’t stop her from walking away.

Father and daughter looked at each other, the little girl pouting and complaining, "Daddy is so useless..."

President Hart felt aggrieved, "How is Daddy useless?"

"Hmph! You can’t even coax Mommy properly, what use are you?"

Mr. Hart’s mouth twitched, unable to express his frustrations.

"Alright, Daddy will try harder, he’ll definitely make Mommy happy soon."

"Hmph! If you still can’t make her happy, then I’m moving to live with Mommy. Mommy is so gentle, she smells nice, and can braid pretty hair; Mommy is awesome!"

Mr. Hart felt another stab to the heart and, out of frustration, tugged at the little girl’s curly braids, "Ungrateful one!"

"Hmph! Daddy is the big bad wolf!"

And just like that, the father and daughter were miffed with each other.

Upon returning to the Imperial Garden Villa, Amelia’s car naturally arrived behind and she was the last to get home.

When Hope saw her, she immediately ran back, "Mommy, can I go with you? We don’t need stinky Daddy anymore!"

Amelia was oblivious to everything, and hearing this, she was overjoyed, quickly squatting down to ask, "Does Daddy agree?"

"Never mind him," the little girl said decisively.

As soon as the words fell, the man who had walked to the steps turned to look at them: "Hope, let’s go, back to your room to lie down."

"I won’t! I want to go with Mommy."

Hope Hart stubbornly insisted.

Amelia’s heart was beating wildly.

On the way here, she had been turning over and over in her mind how to broach the subject with Christopher Hart, rehearsing her lines again and again.

She had even worried about what she would do if her daughter refused to go with her.

But happiness had come so unexpectedly.

She stood up, took her daughter’s hand, and walked a few steps forward, gathering her courage to speak. "How about letting her stay at my place for a few days? I heard that Lily Garcia injured her leg, and you need to take care of her, right? It’d be perfect, I—"

"Just a few days? Or are you planning to take the opportunity to whisk our daughter away?" The man cut her off, his eyes filled with sarcasm. "You’re quite the well-informed one."

Amelia Garcia didn’t want to argue in front of her daughter, so she patiently and gently explained, "It’s just for a few days, and you can visit her every day."

"I don’t have that kind of free time."

The man turned back, crouched down, and scooped up his daughter, cooing. "Be good, go back to your room and take a nap, once you’re rested, Daddy will have that little brother come over and play with you this afternoon."

Hope Hart was about to resist, but when she heard that she could invite the "little brother" over to her house, she was immediately bribed.

"Really?"

"Of course, when has Daddy ever lied to you?"

Amelia’s face turned stern, worried she had misunderstood, she looked at him and asked, "Little brother? Your friend’s nephew? The one I haven’t met?"

"..."

Amelia’s mind exploded with realization.

Ethan or Noah?

This...

Christopher Hart, holding his daughter, turned to leave; seeing her standing there, unmoving, he looked back and quipped, "Shall we go, or do you want me to carry you, too?"

Amelia, her heart racing, couldn’t even bother with his roguish teasing.

What to do?

If he really invited them, should she let Snow Fitch bring her son over?

If they do, should they bring Noah or Ethan?

It would certainly have to be one or the other.

Noah is clever and can adapt to situations, but his facial features are a bit more like Christopher’s.

Ethan is physically stronger, and his robust appearance makes him look less alike.

What to do, what to do...

Before she had figured it out, in the living room, Christopher had already called Snow Fitch.

As Aunt Harper took her daughter upstairs, Amelia thought to contact Snow and hurriedly followed to find a chance.

The man watched her retreating figure heavily, then turned his gaze away.

"Miss Fitch, I have an unusual request."

Snow Fitch was taken aback, and sarcastically exclaimed, "President Hart, you’re calling me personally? I’m deeply honored!"

Christopher Hart couldn’t be bothered with her sarcasm and got straight to the point, "Hope was discharged today and she would like to invite a playmate over to the house. If it’s convenient for you, could you bring your nephew over?"

"What?" Snow, who had been leisurely drinking water with her legs crossed, sprayed it out upon hearing him and sat up to confirm, "You’re asking me to bring my nephew to your house?"

"Yes."

This, this, this...

Snow’s mind was in a blur!

"Um, didn’t you say he was a mischievous child? You looked down on him quite a bit!"

"I indeed don’t like him, but to cheer Hope up..."

"..." Snow silently cursed; that was your own son! Wait till the moment when your face will be slapped!

"Uh... I have to check with my brother and sister-in-law, after all, he isn’t my son."

Snow wanted to stall and see what Amelia thought.

"That’s okay. Or, I can just call your brother directly and send someone over—"

"No need, no need! You’re not familiar with my brother, something like this out of the blue, he might think it’s a human trafficker!"

Although they both circulated among the high society of the business world, since their companies had no business dealings, their contact was indeed not frequent.

Christopher Hart, hearing her say this, didn’t insist and simply said he’d wait for her response.

Upstairs, Amelia took care of her daughter, helping her lie down, then stood in the hallway "eavesdropping" on the phone conversation below.

Seeing Christopher put down the phone, she immediately walked away, back to her room.

At the same time, her phone suddenly rang.

Without looking, she knew it was her best friend calling.

She quickly ducked into the bathroom, locked the door behind her, and whispered as she answered the call.