Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 134: Still Acting When Death is Imminent

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Still Acting When Death is Imminent

At 5:30 p.m., Fiona Marshall carried a bag of packed dinner, cautiously making sure that no one was following her before she hurried into an apartment building.

On the living room sofa, Lily Garcia was immobilized by a plastered leg, naturally in a foul mood.

Seeing her mother enter, she scowled and began with a complaint, "Mom... when can I finally go out? I’m going crazy being cooped up here all day!"

Fiona Marshall entered with the dinner, placing it on the dining table. Hearing her daughter’s words, she responded irritably, "What can you do if you go out? It takes a hundred days to recover from injuries to the sinews and bones, not to mention you have a comminuted fracture in your lower leg! If you don’t want to end up crippled for life, you better heal properly!"

Before her daughter could respond, her own temper flared, and her tone grew even more bitter, "You’re going crazy? I’m the one who’s going crazy, okay?"

"If it weren’t for you, a harm-bringer, I wouldn’t be in this mess now! Michael Garcia wants to divorce me, he’s already filed in court!"

"That bastard, after all, I’ve borne him a son. Since he’s turned his back on me and refuses to give anything in the divorce!"

After Michael Garcia proposed a divorce, Fiona Marshall knew she couldn’t hold him back, so she started to discuss the division of property.

But to her surprise, Michael Garcia had played a trick and had already transferred his property elsewhere.

Currently, there was virtually no money left in the accounts, even the villa they lived in was mortgaged out.

Which meant, she either left with nothing or took on some of the debts.

Was she a fool? Take on debts in a divorce?

Unable to come to an agreement, the matter was left in limbo.

What she hadn’t expected even more was that Michael Garcia went straight to the court to sue.

The scandal was still hot news online, and now she needed to walk the streets with a hat and sunglasses, covered up tightly.

If the court were to rule, and she was deemed at fault, she might really end up with nothing.

Thinking about all this made Fiona Marshall increasingly desperate.

Once a well-nourished child of a wealthy family, now in her middle years a scandal breaks out, and then to be thrown out by her husband; if her family decided to shun her for avoidance—her future would be unimaginably bleak!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She turned back and furiously scolded her own daughter, "It’s all your fault, you fool! Not only did you ruin yourself for a man, but you’ve also dragged your mother down with you!"

Lily Garcia had just said one thing, but Fiona Marshall replied with a barrage of complaints.

Although she was resentful, she knew she was in the wrong and had to suppress the words that came to her lips.

After the disagreement, Lily Garcia sat down at the dining table, Fiona Marshall opened the lunchbox, and the mother and daughter prepared to eat.

The doorbell rang.

Both were startled and glanced at each other, one with suspicion, the other with tension.

"Mom... isn’t it that no one knows we are living here?" Lily Garcia asked in a low voice.

The reason Fiona Marshall had hidden her daughter was the fear that Christopher Hart would find them and force a paternity test, which would reveal the hidden truth.

They had managed to stay undetected here for half a month, so why would someone suddenly be knocking at the door today?

"Eat your food, I’ll go check."

Fiona Marshall stood up and cautiously approached the door.

"Who is it?"

"Hello, we’re from the property management company. Someone complained that water was being poured from a balcony downstairs and their clothes and blankets got all wet. We need to go through each home to check."

Fiona Marshall sighed in relief and retorted irritably, "It wasn’t our home, we didn’t throw any water."

"Well... could you open the door so we can have a look? It would only be fair to the other residents."

"What’s there to explain? I said no and that’s it!" Fiona Marshall turned to walk away, not intending to open the door.

However, the door continued to knock.

"Hello, would you please cooperate with our work? We will just take a quick look inside."

Furious, Fiona Marshall turned back, yanked the door open, and burst out yelling, "What on earth is the property management company! Why should you come into my—"

Before she could finish, her face changed drastically, and she hurriedly backed away to close the door, but it was already too late.

The leading bodyguard, with immense strength, braced the door with one hand and shoved Fiona Marshall away with his shoulder.

A swarming crowd rushed in.

Fiona Marshall was slammed against the wall, and before she could steady herself, she lunged forward again to block them.

"What are you doing! Get out! Or I’ll call the police!"

"Lily, go back to your room, hide, and don’t open the door!"

Fiona Marshall was both panicked and frantic, but she was no match for those burly men.

Christopher, with steady and powerful strides, entered behind the bodyguards, exuding a strong and intimidating presence.

Seeing him, Fiona Marshall was filled with hatred, anger, and fear, "Christopher! What are you doing! Haven’t you ruined my life enough?! What more do you want!"

"Mrs. Garcia, Lily is hurt, and I’ve come to visit. Why are you so panicked?" Christopher glanced at her, not slowing his pace, and headed toward the living room.

In the dining room, Lily Garcia, with her plastered leg, hadn’t even managed to rise before the bodyguards surged in and surrounded her.

Seeing the man she’d been longing for appear, she smiled unnaturally with a soft and coquettish tone, "Christopher... you, you finally remembered to visit me."

Christopher sized her up with a cool demeanor, his eyes devoid of warmth, "How is your leg recovering?"

Upon hearing this, Lily Garcia immediately began to sob weakly.

"You still care about me? You haven’t even called since the accident, and last time you went to the hospital only to turn around and leave. I’ve been with you for three or four years, yet you’re so heartless and unfaithful... I might as well have died in the fall..."

Benny Palmer came to watch the drama unfold.

Listening to Lily Garcia’s gentle and coquettish tone, he couldn’t help but shiver, goosebumps covering his skin.

Fiona Marshall, brought into the room by the bodyguards, saw Christopher caring for his daughter and looked at him with eyes full of confusion.

What does this mean?

Is he not here to expose them and demand retribution?

But the next words from Christopher sent her heart plunging into the abyss.

"You misunderstand, I’m not concerned about you, I’m just worried that in your condition, you won’t be able to serve your sentence in prison." The man sat down on the sofa, his tall figure elegant and at ease, one hand resting on the armrest, his every move exuding the authority to control the fate of countless people.

What?!

Lily Garcia turned pale, her mind thrown into turmoil.

Fiona Marshall’s legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Christopher, what... what do you mean?"

Before the man could speak, more commotion came from the entrance.

Looking up, it was the person he had been waiting for.

George Hart, Emma Carter, and Wendy Hart in a wheelchair, all arrived.

Looking at the scene in the house, Emma Carter spoke with bewilderment, "Fiona, you... moved out? Old Garcia, after so many years of marriage, how could he so easily turn his back on you! But you too, at your age, still trying to be thrilling like the young people, no wonder Old Garcia is ruthless."

Emma Carter had, of course, already heard about Fiona Marshall’s scandal.

She had never liked Fiona Marshall but out of obligation, she had no choice but to treat her with respect.

So these words were two parts concern, four parts mockery, and the remaining four parts schadenfreude.

Fiona Marshall hadn’t expected the other members of the Hart Family to appear, and after her shock, she turned to look at Christopher sitting on the sofa, her face ashen.

It seemed he had gathered the evidence and was ready for a formal confrontation.

After Emma Carter finished teasing and saw that Fiona Marshall was silent, with a face uglier than a ghost’s, her heart filled with satisfaction.