Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 146: You Don’t Have a Fever, Do You?

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: You Don’t Have a Fever, Do You?

"You only allow President Hart to manipulate others, yet you can’t stand being played once?" Seeing him remain silent, Amelia Garcia asked calmly, "Aren’t you also using your daughter to scheme against me?"

"Using?" Christopher Hart scoffed coldly, "The little girl ran out on her own, I didn’t lose her on purpose."

"What’s the difference between your scheme and losing her on purpose?"

"..." Christopher pursed his lips, struck by her words, and once again was rendered speechless.

The atmosphere fell silent for a few seconds. Amelia thought about something she wanted to say to him, but the little girl in her arms was sleeping so sweetly...

Should she put the child down and get out of the car, or let him—

Before her thoughts settled, Christopher took the initiative, walked around the front of the car to the other side, opened the rear car door, and deftly ducked inside.

Amelia looked at him: "..."

"What’s wrong?" He even asked in return.

"Did I let you in the car?"

"What else?" Christopher raised his eyebrows, clearly having seen through her, "You deliberately sent me the address, it must be for more than just picking up our daughter, right?"

"..." Amelia was once again at a loss for words.

She felt a little surprised in her heart.

—So, he understood her that well.

"What, you just realized that I understand you more than you imagined?"

Being struck at her core once again, Amelia didn’t bother to interact, cutting straight to the chase, "I have something to tell you."

She paused, sorted out her emotions, and turned her head, "I have made up my mind, I’m planning to return to Switzerland. I won’t fight for Hope’s custody, nor will I disturb your life anymore."

Christopher was eager to speak, but she interrupted him, "Let me finish speaking first."

The man had to hold back, but the palm resting on his knee slowly clenched into a fist.

"We grew up together, and you helped me a lot. I remember every bit of it. Especially with such a family at home, if it weren’t for you, for the Hart family’s care and love, my days would have been much worse."

She looked at the man’s stern face and smiled softly, "Although the harm that came later was also from you, I still hold gratitude in my heart."

"As a child, I was naive and somewhat greedy. I felt fortunate to be liked and cared for, and I enjoyed it as if I deserved it. Looking back now, I realize how naive and excessive those thoughts were."

"In this world, aside from your parents who can give selflessly without regrets, other people, no matter how close the relationship, should still maintain some distance."

"I think, it’s because I lacked boundaries, that made Wendy so repellant and disgusted with me, till she finally became jealous, psychologically twisted, wishing I would just disappear."

"Those misunderstandings, I no longer want to argue about who was right or wrong. If you have already come to know the truth, I only hope that you can let go in your heart, no longer hate me, so it’s easier for you too. As for compensations or retriangulations, I think they’re unnecessary."

"I’ve said before, no one will wait in place forever, and love... can also vanish. It’s not that now that you regret it, are enlightened, are willing to turn back, I must return to the past and continue a life with you."

"So, Christopher, you too should let go. Whether you wanted a mother for Hope, or whatever other reason, my stance is clear— the past is the past, after divorce, let each live well. You’re not at the point where I can’t live without you, and I, have already moved on from your world, starting another life."

Christopher Hart had mulled over how to confront her and win back her heart on his way here.

But he had never expected her to strike first.

All the arguments he had wracked his brains to come up with, now had no place to be used.

The carriage was enveloped in extended silence, so quiet that the sweet breathing of the little girl could be clearly heard.

In her mother’s arms, she slept particularly sweetly, the sound of talking not enough to wake her.

Christopher sat stunned, petrified.

For a while, his mind blank, mechanically replaying Amelia’s calm words over and over.

His heart felt numb, yet as if it was bleeding.

Her words, each syllable, although delivered evenly, fell into his heart like red-hot branding irons, each word searing deeply into it.

After her speech, his insides felt riddled with holes.

Did it hurt?

Of course, it hurt.

The most painful thing in the world is, when you finally come to understand who you truly love, and you’re ready to genuinely repent, apologize, and try to win them back—only to hear the other person say, love has already vanished.

The silence in the carriage lasted for a long time, from Amelia’s initial calm relaxation to her gradually becoming tense and even fearful.

She feared Christopher Hart couldn’t accept all this, feared he would suddenly explode in rage, feared he would lose his

minds and scare the child.

Fortunately, just as she couldn’t help but prepare to speak again, some movement finally came from the ’sculpture’ beside her.

Christopher Hart took a shallow breath, his heavy panting especially distinctive in the carriage.

Amelia’s scalp tightened, her body instinctively preparing for confrontation.

"Do you think after saying all this, I will let you leave?" The man turned his head, his gaze profound, and asked softly.

"Huh?" Amelia was stunned, not understanding.

What did that mean?

Christopher Hart chuckled, "Aside from our marital relationship, don’t we have other connections?"

She still didn’t understand, "What... connections?"

"You said it yourself, we grew up together, you even consider us family. Now that the misunderstandings are cleared, shouldn’t you come back to your family?"

Amelia stared at him, dumbfounded.

She had carefully pondered her long, well-reasoned speech, believing it was clear and logical, stating her position while also considering his dignity—yet he perceived such a different meaning from it?

"If you insist on leaving, I can’t stop you. Forcing you to stay would only make you hate me. But to avoid me, even abandoning your own daughter, that would be too cruel."

Christopher was actually very anxious inside, afraid she would leave forever and never return.

He might have used all the tough methods he could, but he couldn’t keep this woman imprisoned at home forever.

So, he could only take Benny Palmer’s words as a motto— if harsh methods didn’t work, try gentle ones, a policy of appeasement.

He turned his head, looked at the puzzled woman, and sighed softly, "Stay, I promise I won’t make it difficult for you. In the future, if you want to see Hope, anytime is fine, occasionally taking her to stay with you for a few days is also possible."

"You..." Amelia was stunned, stuttered, and raised her hand to touch his forehead, "You don’t have a fever, do you?"

Christopher slapped her hand away, annoyed, "Since you want to keep distance, don’t be touchy."

"Sorry." She then realized how naturally she had raised her hand, embarrassed.

"Since your studio has moved over here, why not just stay and focus on your work? This is your hometown after all, you have your best friends here, speak the language of China, eat Chinese food— isn’t it more comfortable than being abroad?"