Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 125: Can’t you see I can’t fucking let you go?

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Can’t you see I can’t fucking let you go?

Snow Fitch stood outside, watching as numerous panicked female guests continued to flee from the restroom, her expression indescribable.

Christopher was too terrifying!

He was a distinguished figure in River City, yet for the sake of a woman, he was willing to abandon all dignity?

The announcement came over the PA, reporting the flight that Amelia was supposed to take.

Not good!

Snow suddenly remembered something and quickly turned to run away.

Lucas saw her leaving but didn’t think much of it, continuing to dutifully stand guard outside the restroom.

When Snow walked away, it was to call Kane.

She wasn’t sure if he knew what had happened here.

Amelia definitely wouldn’t be able to leave today, but what about the three of them?

"Hello, Kane, where are you?" As soon as the call connected, Snow asked urgently.

Kane, with his poor Chinese, spoke in a lowered voice, "Walk forward, duty-free shop... over there, there’s an area, a lounge, we’re here."

Snow looked up and Kane was standing up, waving at her.

They hadn’t boarded the plane...

It seemed they already knew what had happened here.

Snow rushed over quickly, and Noah looked like he was about to cry, "Aunt Snow, has my mom been taken away by that man?"

Snow stroked Noah’s face, comforting him tenderly, "Don’t worry, after all, he is your father, he won’t harm your mom."

Ethan clenched his teeth in anger, fists balled up, "He’s so bad! When I grow up, I’m definitely going to avenge mom!"

Snow: "..."

Comforting one child with one hand, she turned to Kane and asked, "What are you planning to do? Amelia definitely can’t leave..."

Kane frowned, "I have to go back... there’s something very important."

Snow asked the brothers, "Do you want to go back with Kane?"

"No!" the brothers responded in unison.

Noah said firmly, "I want to stay and be with mom!"

"Me too!"

Both brothers, worried about being sent away, clung to Snow’s arm pleadingly, "Aunt Snow, we can take care of ourselves, all we need is a place to stay."

"Yes, if mom can’t see us, she’ll be even more worried."

"Aunt Snow..."

This...

Snow found herself in a difficult position, but decided, "Forget it, Kane, you’d better board the plane now, it’s going to be too late. I’ll take care of them for now. The aunt we had before is familiar with them, taking care of them for a few days won’t be a problem."

Kane was also conflicted inside.

He had liked this Eastern woman for years and just when there seemed to be hope, this happened...

Seeing Kane silent, still looking at the direction behind her as if hoping for her best friend to appear, Snow sighed.

"If you can’t let go of her, then go and come back quickly. Other than you, I can’t think of anyone else who could help her."

Christopher Hart wielded vast power and influence. In River City, very few could oppose him.

Snow’s words encouraged Kane, and he nodded, looking back at her, "Tell her, I’ll be back as soon as I can and will find a way to help her get her daughter back."

"Alright."

Kane left.

Snow, with both brothers in her arms, watched the man walk away and whispered, "If Kane really becomes your dad, would you be willing?"

Ethan didn’t speak, but Noah said, "As long as mom is happy, we’re willing to do anything."

Snow was extremely relieved, "Your mom has really raised a pair of good sons. Let’s go, we better get out of here quick before we’re discovered."

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In the restroom, the light was dim and white, with the smell of disinfectant pervasive.

The female guests had already almost all run off.

The new arrivals also turned tail and fled upon hearing a man’s voice speaking.

Christopher Hart was slapped across the face by the woman again and finally sobered up a bit.

His cold and shadowy features appeared like a statue frosted over, his deep and dark eyes as if edged with ice.

His tall and upright figure, tensed with anger and exertion, displayed every muscle taut and bulging, radiating power and danger.

Amelia Garcia’s clothes were in disarray, she was out of breath, staring at him with tear-filled eyes, hatred in her gaze, her palm tingling densely after slapping him.

"Christopher Hart, don’t you feel ashamed? Have all the women in the world died out? Must you cling to an ex-wife like this?"

She was at her wit’s end, with nothing left but to provoke this man with words.

"Now I see clearly, you refuse to give me Hope, then so be it... I can wait. After a few more years, I will ask my daughter personally whether she chooses her father or her mother."

"These next few years, whether or not you marry is none of my business, but if any woman by your side dares to bully Hope—"

Her gaze dropped, her tone mournful, the image of a heart broken beyond repair.

Yet as she spoke these words, she suddenly looked up, her eyes sharp and remarkable, word by word: "Even if it means going down with you in a fight to the finish, I will take Hope away!"

Her tears were falling, those large bell-like eyes moist, the rims red and pitiable.

Yet when expressing this resolve, she was like a female general facing death on the battlefield without fear.

When Christopher Hart heard her say this, he indeed felt provoked.

How to describe that feeling?

Despite his humble pleadings, his heartfelt expressions, even going so far as to set aside his pride to do many shameless things, not only did he not win back her affection, he was also scolded as "disgusting".

He felt extremely uncomfortable, his past attentiveness turning to rage in an instant, his whole body filled with an almost apocalyptic fury.

Yet looking into her moist eyes, seeing the red marks on the white skin of her neck, thinking about the impulse he had just barely controlled not to "deal with her on the spot"—

He was struck again.

More than four years ago, at the time of their divorce, he had felt relieved, finally free from his shackles.

Yet why, after learning of her supposed death, did he find himself missing her more and more over the years?

Missing her to the point of agony, to the extent that no other woman interested him.

God knows how many nights he had wished that if only she were still alive, how wonderful that would be...

Perhaps the Almighty had heard his penitent prayers.

She was alive, perfectly well and alive.

But she had killed the heart that once loved him so deeply.

He was still full of anger, of hate, yet no longer knew on whom to unleash it.

Amelia Garcia had braced herself to endure his towering rage once again, but the man just clenched his fists tight, the veins on his forehead and the back of his hands terrifyingly bulging.

"Amelia Garcia, how foolish can you be, to not realize I don’t want to use our daughter as leverage against you!"

He closed the distance to her, teeth clenched in anger.

Amelia Garcia tensed all over, looking into his frighteningly deep eyes that seemed like vortexes trying to pull her in, her whole body uncontrollably trembling.

"Childhood sweethearts, innocent friends, do you truly not cherish any of our past together?" he pressed on, advancing further.

The woman’s heart quivered, her eyelashes fluttering even more violently.

"You... what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?"

The man turned away, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, his fists clenching again.

Turning back, he threw caution to the wind.

"I goddamn still can’t let you go, can’t you see?!"