Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 140 You Can’t Get Married

Chapter 140: Chapter 140 You Can’t Get Married

"You still have the nerve to mention Hope? Having you as a father is truly unfortunate!"

Amelia Garcia was even more furious when her daughter was mentioned!

These days, she had tried everything—making phone calls, going to the house, every method possible—but that bastard neither wanted to communicate via phone nor would he let her enter his door.

Now, he actually had the gall to accuse her of neglecting their daughter!

The angrier she thought about it, the more furious she became. She didn’t wait for the man to respond after she finished speaking but continued to curse through gritted teeth, in a lowered voice, "Christopher Hart, you twist right and wrong and falsely blame others; aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Don’t think she lowered her voice to save the man’s face.

She just didn’t want others to overhear and cause more trouble for herself!

Right now, she just wanted to stay as far away from this bastard as possible, worried that people would think they had some relationship!

Christopher Hart listened to her cursing and appeared indifferent, even showing a somewhat mocking smile.

"You can’t blame me; it’s you who would not eat a toast, only to be forced to drink a forfeit. I have my dignity too."

"Everyone’s equal, so only you have dignity? When I was completely devoted to you, to the Hart Family, have you forgotten how you treated me?"

She became emotional and angry, her eyes slightly reddened with excitement, and her whole expression carried a mournful restraint.

Christopher Hart saw this, his heart unexpectedly softened, and he suddenly remembered the reason he had approached her in the first place. His handsome face froze, and his eyes and demeanor became serious and solemn.

"Yes, I wronged you at the beginning. That’s why I came to find you, to clarify those misunderstandings and to remove the barriers between us."

Amelia Garcia was suddenly startled, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt as she stared at him.

Misunderstandings?

He finally admitted that those past issues were misunderstandings?

Seeing her silent, Christopher Hart thought she was touched, and involuntarily took a step forward, reaching out his hand, "Let’s go somewhere else to talk."

Amelia Garcia stepped back to avoid his touch, her expression cold and indifferent, "It’s too late, it has already been too late..."

"Amelia, I only just found out..."

Christopher Hart changed his way of addressing her involuntarily, but sadly he didn’t manage to finish his sentence as people started coming into the office.

Not just one or two but a group of people.

The one in the lead, dressed in a uniform with the air of a leader, was the Chief of Police and Deputy Mayor.

All the attendants immediately stood up, and the officer on duty promptly saluted with respect.

Among the group, there were also two foreigners.

Seeing them, Amelia Garcia immediately felt relieved—embassy staff had arrived.

Christopher Hart watched this gathering of people with suspicion, one hand in his pocket, standing tall and silently observing the developments.

The Chief greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Hart, I know you’re a very busy man, and time is precious. I told them to speed things up, and the accident will be taken care of shortly."

The two men shook hands in a formal gesture, and Christopher Hart explained, "The officers have been very efficient, and the accident has been handled. It’s just that I know this Miss Norton from the past, so I came over to see if there was any way I could help."

Listening to his reply, Amelia Garcia cursed inside furiously!

How crafty!

Upon hearing this, the Chief turned to look at Amelia Garcia and noted her appearance and temperament were both first-rate, suddenly understanding and thus kept quiet with a smile.

The two foreigners started chatting with Kane right away and quickly got to the heart of the matter.

The officer in charge of the case was startled upon learning they were embassy staff.

But what surprised him even more came afterward.

"According to your country’s laws and regulations, what Mr. Kane did was indeed inappropriate. However, Mr. Kane is of a noble status; he is the brother of Countess Wimborne. If he really were imprisoned in your country, I’m afraid it could escalate to a high level of diplomatic implications between our two nations, something I believe no one wishes to see."

The foreign diplomats spoke fluent Chinese, analyzing the severity of the situation.

Christopher Hart’s eyebrows raised as he looked at Kane, clearly also taken aback.

He had Lucas King investigate this man’s background before and only found out that he was a businessman with some capital, but the royal connection had not come to light.

He was the Countess’s brother?!

What was someone of such an esteemed and prominent status doing roaming around "among the common people"?

Christopher Hart harbored doubts—could this be a lie to deceive and escape blame?

He grabbed Amelia Garcia and pulled her over without waiting for her to get angry, his tone mocking, "You know the consequences of deceiving the police. This could’ve been solved with just a few days of detention—just don’t get clever and add to your crimes."

Amelia Garcia shook off his hand, looked at the man with a cold sneer, "Who’s deceiving the police? He is indeed the Countess’s brother! What, with your nature, didn’t you thoroughly investigate the people around me?"

As for sarcasm, was she supposed to lose to him?

Christopher Hart’s expression grew stern, "Since that’s the case, why did he flee in such a hurry last time?"

Last time, during the "kidnapping" of Hope, he originally wanted to call the police to have this foreigner arrested.

This woman, to cover for her lover’s escape, did not hesitate to engage in a physical altercation with him, just to stop him.

Turns out, this foreigner is from royalty, what did he have to fear? Even if he ended up at the police station, he had ways to get out.

Amelia Garcia knew what he referred to and glanced at him to explain, "Who would want to cause such a fuss unless it was absolutely necessary, making it known to everyone?"

Christopher Hart stared at her, saying nothing.

Amelia Garcia had been looking forward to his reaction and, seeing his rare speechlessness, couldn’t help but fold her arms and laugh, "What’s the matter? Has President Hart’s clever plan fallen through, making you feel upset?"

Christopher Hart couldn’t be bothered to respond, but asked, "He knows you have a child and still wants to be with you?"

"What are you implying? That Kane is the same as you?"

Christopher Hart sneered lightly, "I remember, you said that with him, you didn’t care about getting married, as long as the relationship was good—that’s the truth then. With his status, even if he likes you, his family would absolutely never accept you—so it’s not that you don’t want to get married, it’s that you can’t marry him."

Amelia Garcia: "..."

She really didn’t expect that this bastard would remember the nonsense she talked about in her anger.

Seeing her speechless, the man glanced at her deeply, "No wonder you refuse to come back. Turns out you’ve clung to high branches."

Amelia Garcia lowered her hands and involuntarily clenched her fists, her anger reigniting.

"You can think whatever you want, we have no relationship anymore, and my life is none of your business!"

"Why must you be this way? We have a child together after all, and I am... sincerely trying to win you back. Why won’t you come back to me and our daughter, insisting on being with a foreigner when you know it’s hopeless?"

Christopher Hart dropped the mocking tone, looking at her, his manner grave and earnest.

Amelia Garcia looked at him, feeling a tightening in her heart.

Before she could respond, a hand landed on her shoulder, and Kane’s voice came from above, "It’s all right now, let’s go."

Amelia Garcia turned to look at him, her smile relieved, "Is everything taken care of?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure there’s no need for detainment?"