Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 137: President Hart Stands by the Tree Stump to Wait for the Rabbit

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: President Hart Stands by the Tree Stump to Wait for the Rabbit

In the elevator, Benny Palmer looked at his friend’s face, tried to hold back, but still couldn’t.

"How did I advise you just now? She finally reached out to you, and you rebuffed her, not cherishing the opportunity—now you regret it, don’t you?"

"Can you just shut your trap?!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll shut up!" Benny nodded repeatedly, clamping his lips tightly.

Christopher Hart was indeed in a bad mood, even wishing he could find Amelia Garcia immediately to ask about the past in detail.

But thinking about his cold aloofness on the phone two hours ago, and the harsh words he had said about never meeting again—there was no way he could swallow his pride.

Back in the car, Benny raised the materials in his hand, raising an eyebrow at him, "Have you decided, are you really giving this to the police?"

"Do I look like I’m joking?"

"Okay then. But with this much commotion, Fiona Marshall and her daughter will probably end up in jail, but for such charges, they might get out in three to five years, and by then, I fear they won’t let it go."

Fiona Marshall and her daughter were both vindictive by nature.

Although they brought this upon themselves, they wouldn’t see it that way and would surely blame Christopher Hart for everything.

This deep-seated hatred wouldn’t be easy to resolve.

At this moment, Christopher’s mind wasn’t on the mother and daughter at all; he was only thinking about the past, about the wrongs and helplessness the woman faced when she was falsely accused.

Seeing him silent, his face complex and regretful, Benny sighed helplessly, "If you’re feeling upset, just go find her. After all, Hope is there; how can you just cut ties? Lower your head, soften up, clarify the past, apologize if you need to, admit your mistakes if you have to—maybe she’ll soften her heart and forgive you, and you guys could reconcile."

Christopher remained silent.

But deep down, he knew the woman had changed.

Now, her heart was like stone, determined, and unlikely to turn back easily.

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Amelia Garcia mustered up the courage and thickened her skin to call, only to be insulted and hung up on by Christopher Hart, sinking her emotions once again.

That night, she lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The two little ones hadn’t gone with Shaw that night and were sleeping next to her, wriggling around, steadily shrinking her space.

Finally, she got up out of bed, put on her bathrobe, and sat on the sofa by the window, staring blankly.

Her daughter’s sweet and charming little face lingered in her mind and wouldn’t go away.

She picked up her phone and looked at the photos she had taken unintentionally during their time together; the more she looked, the more her heart ached, and without realizing it, her eyes moistened and tears fell.

"Mommy..."

A weak voice came from behind, and she quickly wiped her tears and turned around, smiling, "Noah, why are you awake?"

The little guy pouted, annoyed, and looked at his brother, "My brother turned over and kicked me. It hurt so much."

Noah shuffled his brother’s chubby leg off of him as he spoke.

Amelia smiled helplessly and hastily got up to pull her younger son out.

"There, go back to sleep," she coaxed the older one.

But Noah, so precocious and understanding, how could he not see through an adult’s mind?

"Mom, are you thinking about your sister and can’t sleep?"

Amelia sat at the edge of the bed, stroking her son’s head, "A bit... It’s been over half a month since we separated, I don’t know if she misses us or if she has cried."

"Hmph!" The small boy looked indignant, "That man is so hateful! Doesn’t he feel sorry for his own daughter? Mom, how did you ever fall for him?"

Uh—

Amelia looked at her son’s face, filled with righteous indignation and contempt, and suddenly she was at a loss for words.

"This... Actually, a long, long time ago, he wasn’t like this."

"Really? Was he nice before?"

Amelia turned her head, her face falling into memories, and nodded vaguely, "I guess... We used to be very close, and he treated me well, but then some things happened that gradually drove us apart."

"What happened?"

Looking into her son’s curious and puzzled eyes, Amelia gently pinched his cheek, "It’s too complicated to explain in a few words, you better go to sleep."

Noah lay down and asked again with wide eyes, "Mom, do you like Kane?"

"You’re just a kid, what do you know about liking someone?"

"I understand, of course."

Amelia looked seriously at her son, "What about you guys? Do you want Kane to be your dad?"

Noah spoke earnestly, "If he treats you well, we would want that. Mom, it’s too hard for you to take care of me and my brother alone. If you really don’t plan on getting back together with him, find another good man to take care of you."

Her son was undoubtedly a warm-hearted boy.

Amelia felt somewhat comforted, rubbed the top of his head, and nodded, "Okay, Mom will seriously consider it."

That was supposed to be just a consolation.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Noah called Kane in Switzerland and conveyed the idea.

Upon hearing it, Kane was naturally thrilled and immediately expressed that he would handle his matters as quickly as possible and then come over to formally pursue his beloved.

Meanwhile, President Hart was also racking his brain on how to create an "accidental meeting" to see Amelia.

He initially thought of using his daughter as a Bitterness Strategy, but firstly, he didn’t want to curse his own daughter, and secondly, he feared it wouldn’t be convenient for them to talk if his daughter was there.

So, he decided to meet alone first, clear up these important matters, and then let her go see their daughter.

That evening, Christopher Hart did not go home after work but instead drove around near Amelia’s studio.

He had found out that she hadn’t left work yet.

Amelia was meeting with several designers, as they were about to launch their autumn collection soon. They needed to shoot for a magazine, find models, and hire a spokesperson for promotion.

Normally, she wouldn’t need to handle so many things herself.

But she didn’t want to have free time to miss her daughter or think about messy things, so she filled her mind with work instead.

She kept busy until past eight, when Snow Fitch WhatsApped her, saying the two kids were causing too much trouble and told her to hurry and take them home, and that’s when she started packing up to leave the office.

Just as she entered the elevator, her phone rang.

It was still Snow Fitch.

"Don’t rush, don’t rush, I’ve already left work, I’m in the elevator, I’ll be home in half an hour!" Thinking her best friend was about to break down, she quickly reassured her.

But Snow said, "You’re in the elevator? Then don’t go to the underground garage, just leave from the lobby on the first floor, someone is there to pick you up."

"Someone to pick me up?" Amelia was surprised, "Who?"

"Ah, you’ll see when you go out!"

Snow hung up, leaving Amelia utterly confused.

The elevator reached the first floor, and she walked through the lobby full of puzzlement.

For a moment, she even thought of Christopher Hart.

She wondered if this guy might have bribed her best friend to act as a go-between, but quickly, she dismissed the idea.

Those harsh, definitive words were still scarred in her heart; he didn’t even answer his own phone, how could he possibly come to curry favor as a driver?

Just as she was self-mockingly dismissing the thought, her gaze caught a familiar tall figure outside at the fountain plaza.

She casually revealed a smile and quickened her pace.