Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 124: Two People Locked in a Cell

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Two People Locked in a Cell

Amelia Garcia hid in the cubicle, silently counting her own heartbeat.

A cry of surprise came from outside, followed by a dead silence that once again tightened her nerves.

Had he come in?

He wouldn’t dare, would he?

After all, this was the women’s restroom.

He, the executive CEO of Seal-Cloud Corporation, a big shot with a reputation, wouldn’t just barge into the women’s restroom in broad daylight, would he?

Wouldn’t he be making headlines and become a laughingstock if someone snapped his photo?

While she futilely comforted herself, her mobile phone suddenly burst into song, scaring her almost out of her skin!

In a fluster, she fumbled for her phone, and upon seeing the number on the screen, she bristled even more!

She hastily hung up!

But she knew...

It was too late.

In the outside area, Christopher Hart held his mobile phone, his face clouded with a dark expression, as his long legs took one deliberate step after another toward the source of the sound.

Amelia Garcia, sweating profusely in her panic, looked blindly around, as if hoping that suddenly a big hole would appear for her to dive into and never come out.

Her gaze fell to the ground, and through the gap under the door, she saw the changing light and shadows outside.

The shadow stopped in front of her.

She closed her eyes, held her breath, and clutched the latch tightly with both hands.

He was on the outside, unable to get in.

As long as she kept the door pressed tightly, he couldn’t possibly fly in, could he?

She had to hold out!

Today was a no-go anyway, so she’d hold out till the end!

Christopher Hart stopped.

In reality, the ringtone of the mobile phone didn’t accurately reveal which cubicle it was.

But the woman inside was too guilty, too scared.

So much so that the door she was pressing down on was still trembling slightly—thereby revealing her location.

He extended his hand and tapped lightly twice.

Scared, Amelia Garcia quickly pressed her entire back against the door, bracing it with a loud "clang".

The man’s face grew colder, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Come out, unless you want to make an even bigger scene."

Since he had found her, Amelia Garcia could no longer hide like a turtle in its shell; she could only attempt to negotiate.

"Christopher, what exactly do you want?"

"What are you doing at the airport?"

"I... on a business trip—"

"Really? Where to?"

"That’s my business."

"I’ll accompany you."

"No need."

After several exchanges like this, they were at a stalemate.

Following a brief silence, Christopher Hart spoke again, his voice laced with sarcasm: "Just leaving like this, have you thought about Hope’s feelings? She’s always had beautiful expectations of her mother, but you’ve abandoned her twice!"

"Amelia Garcia, if you don’t like her, don’t want her, you could have chosen not to have her in the first place! But to have her and then hurt her like this, have dogs eaten your conscience?!"

The man’s tone wasn’t loud, but every word struck home.

Amelia Garcia shook her head repeatedly, tears slipping down her cheeks unnoticed.

"It’s not like that!" she retorted angrily against the door panel, "I had no choice! It’s not like what you’re saying!"

"No choice? I see them all as excuses."

"No! You refused to give her to me; it’s not that I abandoned her! Christopher Hart, you bastard!"

He was the one who backed her into a corner, yet he had the audacity to bite back!

That was too much!

The man laughed scornfully, "I’m the bastard? Who’s the one who’s been raising our daughter diligently for more than four years?"

Amelia Garcia roared, "I know it hasn’t been easy for you, but do you think these past four years have been easy for me?!"

She was juggling two tasks at once, striving for education, work, and entrepreneurship.

During the toughest moments, suffering from mastitis with a fever of 104°F, she still persisted to take exams, only to faint and tumble down the stairs afterward, bruising all over her body.

How long had it been since she’d enjoyed a full night’s sleep, a proper meal, or a calm moment to truly look at herself in the mirror...

Even she couldn’t remember.

But now, she was criticized as worthless by this very "instigator."

Emotionally shattered and with tears streaming down her face, she suddenly leaned against the door and broke into sobs.

Her voice was suppressed, crying so hard that the door itself seemed to tremble lightly.

Christopher Hart’s feelings grew complicated.

Originally furiously outraged, seeing her cry like this made it seem as though all the mistakes were his, stirring feelings of anger, irritation, and sympathy.

He hated speaking through a door, and despising the invisible voice, he furrowed his brow, calmed his heart, and suddenly said, "Since you want Hope so dearly, fine, take her with you."

What?

Amelia Garcia suddenly looked up, hastily wiped her tears away, and asked with a choke, "Are you serious? You agree to give me Hope?"

"Uh-huh..."

She heard the man’s response and still felt it impossible.

How could he suddenly agree?

"Christopher, swear it! Don’t deceive me!"

"I swear, I won’t deceive you."

Amelia was unexpectedly overjoyed and instantly went from tears to smiles, wiped her tears, and twisted the doorknob.

But before she could open the door, the man suddenly exerted force.

Her heartbeat skipped, and she instantly realized she had been tricked, immediately trying to block the door again— but it was already too late.

Christopher forcibly and coldly barged in, his tall and imposing figure instantly filled the cramped cubicle.

Amelia, overly frightened, instinctively backed away, but there was hardly any room to retreat.

"Christopher, you... Ah!"

Unable to contain her anger, she raised her hand to strike, but the man caught her wrist in a grip, his brooding face menacing and chilling.

Someone had just come out from another cubicle and jumped in fright upon seeing this.

Christopher turned around, his face dark and menacing as if it could devour someone, "What are you looking at? Want to get styes in your eyes?"

The woman shuddered in fear and hurried away.

Amelia used this moment to squeeze past him, attempting to escape, but before she even stepped out of the cubicle, she was grabbed by the arm again and yanked back.

The scene resembled a planet suddenly devoured by a black hole.

"Christopher!"

The man’s cold and towering figure loomed over her like a mountain, and his legs, like pillars of poured stone, blocked her escape so completely.

She struggled fiercely, beating desperately, but it didn’t shake him in the slightest.

Christopher just stood there, unmoving, letting her flail.

His face was scratched many times by her nails, but he didn’t so much as twitch an eyebrow, until she was exhausted to the point of weakness.

Watching her cry until she was voiceless, he forced himself not to be tender-hearted, needing to subdue her, or else he’d face days of fear and anxiety in the future.

"Have you had enough? Still planning to run?"

His voice came from high above, like an adult scolding a disobedient child.

Amelia was originally so drained by anger, but hearing him mock her like that, she raised her hand and flung a slap at him.

He didn’t dodge.

He took it squarely.

However, as he slowly turned his face back, there was a flash of harshness in his gaze, and then, like a starving wolf pouncing on its prey, he bent down and kissed her forcefully.

"Mmph... Christopher... bastard! Let go—jerk!"

Unlike those previous kisses, today he was clearly fueled by anger and fury, as if he intended to punish her on the spot.

Amelia was totally unable to defend herself and resisted even more frantically.

With a "clack," the door shut once again.

Her eyes darted around, and in her shaky, disordered view, she caught sight of those long, strong fingers bolting the door.

She was completely panicked!

"Christopher, what are you doing! This is an airport, a restroom, you... Mmm—"