Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 126: What were you doing if you can’t let go of me?

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: What were you doing if you can’t let go of me?

Proud as Christopher Hart, even when it came to this point, he couldn’t utter the words "I still love you."

But this phrase "I can’t let go of you" was enough to show his true feelings.

Amelia Garcia wasn’t just trembling at the core of her heart.

Her entire insides felt like they were in an earthquake.

She dared not think back to how strained their relationship had become, because each time she did, it felt as if her heart was viciously stabbed by a sharp blade.

Four years ago, when they divorced, he was just as resolute, without a trace of reluctance.

But now he said—I can’t let go of you!

After the shock, she gave a bitter smile, "You can’t let go of me, what were you doing back then?"

The man frowned.

"In our three years of marriage, I didn’t fail to give you chances. How many times did I reach out, how many times did I confess my feelings, but how did you respond to me?"

Christopher Hart remained silent.

She wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, "You always mocked me, saying I finally found my conscience and knew how to atone..."

The man showed a look of disbelief—had he really said such absurd things?

"Christopher Hart, you don’t understand how much I loved you and how much I hated you afterwards, do you? If it weren’t for you, if it weren’t for the Hart Family, I wouldn’t have fallen to where I am now, where even wanting to see my own daughter means being labeled as a mistress!"

"If it wasn’t for Hope, I would never return to this place in my life, never see you again! How dare you hurt me so deeply back then, and now with one sentence that you can’t let go of me, I should accept your invitation to return?"

Hearing him reveal his feelings, for some reason, Amelia Garcia’s mind and thoughts instantly cleared up, even her speech became more coherent.

There was probably a sense of vindication; she stood taller.

Christopher Hart’s face was beyond the description of darkened.

This was undoubtedly the most humiliating moment of his life.

"So... you hate me that much," he murmured.

"Yes!" Amelia Garcia was adamant.

"That’s good," the man nodded, his expression suddenly becoming very subtle.

Amelia Garcia frowned in confusion.

That’s good?

What did he mean?

"Let’s be clear. Whether or not you still love me, want to remarry me, my daughter needs a mother. What other children have, my Christopher Hart’s daughter must have!"

"What?" Amelia Garcia looked perplexed, as if she hadn’t understood the words that came from his mouth.

"You might have stayed away had I not discovered you’re back, but now that I have, don’t think about leaving again." Christopher Hart finally got himself together and finished speaking.

Then, without giving the woman time to react or adjust, he grabbed her wrist and opened the cubicle door.

He dragged her out.

The janitor holding a broom was startled and instinctively wanted to help.

But she hadn’t even lifted her mop when her eyes caught sight of the man’s incredibly handsome face, and she froze.

Christopher Hart dragged the woman away, brutishly and swiftly.

"Christopher Hart! What are you doing!? Did you not understand anything I just said? Do you have to continue pestering me shamelessly?"

Amelia Garcia was bewildered.

She had already chosen the most piercing and vicious words to attack him.

The man’s face was clearly green with anger.

Why was he still clinging to her?

"Christopher Hart! I don’t love you, do you understand? Don’t think I’ll submit just because you’re powerful. Even if you confine my body, you can’t imprison my heart!"

"Christopher Hart, let go!"

She leaned back, pulling hard, while her other hand frantically slapped at his arm.

Christopher Hart ignored it all, simply dragging her outside.

Amelia Garcia really didn’t know what else to do, so she lowered her head and bit down on his hand!

"With a vicious bite, the kind that sinks deep.

’Hss...’ Christopher Hart winced from the pain, his heart contracting as he instinctively withdrew his hand.

Amelia Garcia turned and ran.

The next second, her waist was grabbed and held in a pair of arms.

Before she could struggle or push away, a figure bent down in front of her, and then, she was hoisted over someone’s shoulder.

Dangling upside-down, her hair swung back and forth like a curtain, the glaringly bright floor of the airport receding tile by tile from her view.

Her abdomen pressed against the man’s cold, hard shoulder, and with each step and jolt, her insides felt as if they were shifting places.

’Christopher Hart, you lunatic...’

’Bastard...’

’Put me down—’

Lucas King followed behind, terrified.

He thought his ex-wife had it exactly right.

Such domineering and aggressive behavior, disregarding the consequences like a hooligan, indeed made the boss a maniac.

Countless onlookers gathered, and some even took photos and videos.

But the next second, a bodyguard stepped forward, politely yet forcefully snatched the phones away, deleted the photos and videos, then returned the phones with both hands and bowed before leaving.

On the inevitable route out of the airport, Snow Fitch was lurking quietly with Noah and Ethan.

Seeing their mother being carried and tossed into the car like a sack of sand by their father, Noah almost charged out in anger.

Fortunately, Snow Fitch pulled him back in time.

’Alright, mom didn’t get away; let’s head back.’

She pulled the indignant brothers like two stubborn young bulls, shoving them back into the car.

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In the Bentley.

Amelia Garcia had scratched the man’s face, even leaving flakes of his skin under her fingernails.

Christopher Hart covered his face, motionless in a dead silence for a while.

The woman turned to open the car door.

But unsurprisingly, she was yanked back by the man, who then ordered the driver to lock the center control.

’Amelia Garcia, my patience is limited. Keep causing trouble, and see if I don’t strip you naked; I dare you to run outside like that!’

Christopher Hart lowered his hand as he spat out the shameless threat.

The exposed half of his face indeed bore a bright red scratch from her fingernail.

’Christopher Hart, could you be any more perverted?’ she yelled, tilting her head back in anger.

’I can. Keep provoking me, and you’ll see just how perverted I can be; I won’t hold back at all,’ he replied coolly.

’...’ Amelia Garcia was seething with fury!

The phone rang—it was Christopher’s, finally interrupting the warfare between the two.

’Hello.’

’Christopher, the matter you asked me to investigate, I’ve found out... just as I expected.’

The call was from Benny Palmer; with just one sentence, Christopher understood everything.

’Do you have the evidence in hand?’

’The guy is from the depths of the mountains, so poor that he resorted to doing such things, and then went back to the mountains. I sent someone to take a trip there to see if they can find him.’

’Good, let me know immediately if there’s news.’

After hanging up the call, Christopher Hart clenched his phone tightly, remaining silent and still for a while.

Amelia Garcia watched him, not understanding why.

In the past, she would have cared enough to ask what was wrong.

But after today’s events, she decided never to speak a word to this hooligan pervert again!

The vehicle proceeded steadily, joining the airport highway.

Only after all of Christopher’s emotions had completely settled did he let out a slight sigh of relief and turned his head to look at the woman.

’If I were to end my engagement with Lily Garcia in an open and legitimate way, would you be willing to stay?’

He didn’t dare say ’come back to me’ again.

He simply thought about keeping her there.

If she stayed, there was hope.