Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 122 The wife left for the airport with the luggage

Chapter 122: Chapter 122 The wife left for the airport with the luggage

The servants were terrified and quickly helped Emma Carter out and put her in the car.

The living room fell into silence again.

This time, it was even more suffocating than before.

Snow Fitch sat quietly, observing her own thoughts without uttering a word.

But in her mind, she thought this visit was worth it!

Such dramatic battles within a wealthy family were a rare sight indeed!

Amelia Garcia sat listlessly for a while, finding it boring, then stood up, "Snow, let’s go."

"Oh!" Snow Fitch got up, pulling the little boy by her side, "Let’s go, time to go back."

Ethan obediently stood up, but his eyes were fixed on the tall man, his innocent eyes filled with an emotion that was somewhere between worry and something else.

As Amelia Garcia brushed past Christopher Hart, her wrist was grabbed.

"Don’t take my mother’s words to heart," he said in a low, hoarse voice, clearly exhausted.

Amelia Garcia held his hand, meanwhile twisting her own wrist.

"Christopher Hart, a forcibly twisted melon isn’t sweet. Our fate has ended, stop deluding yourself."

His grip tightened, causing Amelia Garcia pain, furrowing her brow, but she still managed to pull her wrist free.

"Let’s go."

The two women, with the child, walked out.

Christopher Hart didn’t turn around; he just stood there, motionless for a long time.

He didn’t know that the little boy looked back several times, his gaze full of worry.

Back in the car, Amelia Garcia couldn’t hold back any longer and silently shed tears.

Snow Fitch handed her a tissue, whispering a reminder, "The child is here."

"It’s okay..." She quickly wiped her tears and calmed down, smiling at her son, "Mommy is fine, baby, don’t worry. Let’s go home."

Ethan suddenly flung himself into Amelia Garcia’s arms, his childlike voice saying, "Daddy is mean, I don’t want daddy... Mommy, don’t cry, when I grow up with brother, we’ll protect you."

As they left, Ethan looked back at Christopher Hart several times.

Deep down, the little guy still yearned for that tall and imposing father.

But seeing his mother cry snapped him back to reality, and he immediately stood by his mother’s side.

Listening to her son’s heartwarming assurances, Amelia Garcia’s emotions collapsed even more.

"Baby, mommy is sorry to you all."

She felt sorry for her daughter and her two sons.

Despite that man being terrible, he was extremely serious and responsible with the children, a truly good father.

Unfortunately, she selfishly hid her twin sons, depriving them of their father’s love and leading them to believe their father was a bad man.

It was all her fault.

Ethan, not understanding the complexities of the adult world, became even more worried as he saw his mother crying, "Mommy, stop crying, or I will go back and hit that man!"

Snow Fitch patted her, soothing, "Alright, you’ve scared the child."

Amelia Garcia tried hard to compose herself and regained her spirits, "It’s okay now, let’s go back."

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Christopher Hart sat alone in the living room.

The hostile energy surrounding him was terrifying, causing all the servants to keep their distance, none daring to appear before him.

The resolute expression on Amelia Garcia’s face as she left replayed in his mind.

Thinking about it once pained and angered him again.

His smooth-sailing life of thirty years had never faced such a vexing and frustrating moment.

And now, it had been completely upturned by a woman.

His temples throbbed relentlessly, and no amount of massaging by his thumb could soothe him, his rage finding no outlet. He sat stiffly, suddenly feeling as if his life had reached its darkest moment.

Until another hand, resting on the armrest of the sofa, was grabbed by a small, soft, delicate hand.

He was startled and suddenly looked up.

Seeing his daughter, his expression softened a bit.

"Sweetheart..."

"Daddy."

Hope softly called out and naturally climbed into the man’s arms.

Christopher embraced her, easily lifted her up, and hugged her tightly.

Hope was so slender, wrapping her arms around her father’s neck, her big bright eyes blinking.

Not far away, Aunt Harper saw the father and daughter embracing closely, and she sighed with relief and walked away.

"Daddy, mommy is my mom, right?" the little girl asked softly with a childish tone.

Christopher slightly loosened his embrace, gazing at his daughter’s cute and pretty face, and lightly tickled the tip of her nose. "You know that already?"

"I heard it from that wicked... uh, from grandma."

Although the adults had not explicitly told her these things, the perceptive little girl had figured it all out from the numerous conflicts and arguments.

Her mother was back, but grandma didn’t like it and wouldn’t let mom and dad be together.

Grandma was so mean, she was like a Wicked Witch!

But daddy wouldn’t let her say that; she only dared mutter it in her heart.

Christopher didn’t respond, and Hope asked again, "Mommy gave birth to me, why didn’t she want me? Was Hope not good when she was little?"

Christopher hadn’t expected his daughter to understand so much and was startled. After thinking for a moment, he tried to explain in simple terms, "Mommy gave birth to you, then she got sick, and you were sick too. Mommy couldn’t take care of you and sent you to live with daddy. She hid away to recover by herself, and once she was better, she came back to find us."

"Oh..." the little girl nodded. "Mommy is so pitiful, isn’t there anyone to take care of her?"

"That Aunt Fitch, she took care of her."

"Aunt Fitch is really nice."

"Mm."

In his heart, Christopher hated Amelia Garcia.

He hated her for leaving without a word, hated her for not wanting to start over, and hated her even more for being cold and no longer loving him...

But no matter how much he hated, he still maintained her image as a "good mother" in front of his daughter.

Hope leaned in her father’s arms, quiet for a while, then murmured, "I miss mommy again..."

Christopher lowered his head to kiss his daughter and gently rocked her, murmuring as well, "Miss her, daddy misses her too..."

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Amelia Garcia’s plan was at a deadlock.

She couldn’t take her daughter away, nor could she reconcile with Christopher Hart.

She didn’t know what to do next.

Kane had to return to their country, and before leaving, he suggested she leave with both brothers.

"Even if you reveal your identity and sue that man, it won’t be settled quickly. You might as well leave first, give yourself some time to think, maybe you’ll come up with another strategy."

Snow Fitch was there too and nodded, "I also think you should go back first, wait for things here to calm down, and when no one pays attention anymore, you can come back."

Thinking of Hope, Amelia felt reluctant.

Yet thinking of her daughter’s successful surgery, allowing her to live like a normal child, play and jump around, she felt greatly relieved.

"Okay, Zurich has some clients waiting for me too, it’s a good time to go back."

After spending a day packing her luggage, Amelia Garcia split ways with Kane, heading for the airport.

However, no sooner had she stuffed her luggage into the car, than the spies lurking nearby dialed their employer.

"Assistant King, Miss Norton has taken her suitcase and gotten in the car, it looks like she’s heading for the airport."

Lucas King’s face turned stern, and he looked towards the man at the head of the conference room, not daring to hesitate, he approached and whispered, "The lady has packed her luggage, it seems she is about to leave, should we stop her?"

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