Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 156 Christopher Hart Warns His Eldest Son

Chapter 156: Chapter 156 Christopher Hart Warns His Eldest Son

Loss?

Amelia Garcia’s heartstrings tightened, as if an invisible hand had suddenly plucked the tune of "Ten Sides Ambush." The reverberations were ceaseless, and goosebumps erupted all over her body.

Seeing her staring blankly at him, her eyes darting about, looking startled and nervous, Christopher Hart gave another light smile.

"What’s wrong, you don’t want to hear a compliment?"

Amelia withdrew her gaze, eyes downcast, composing herself, "Thank you. But today’s occasion really isn’t suitable; you should take Hope and leave soon."

"That little girl!" The man chuckled, sneering, "She bumped into Snow Fitch’s nephew and ran off happily after him. If I call her now, she might not want to leave."

What?

Hope is with Noah?

Amelia panicked again, terribly afraid that he would see the brothers.

Snow has only one "nephew." If he saw them both at the same time, he would surely become suspicious!

"You—" Her mind went blank in panic, staring at him not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, Kane appeared timely.

"Mr. Hart, it’s an honor to have you here," Kane boasted, having just mastered a few phrases in Chinese and approached, wrapping an arm around Amelia, all smiles.

The smile on Christopher Hart’s face suddenly turned icy.

"Congratulations, Mr. Kane, for having the fortune of finding such a good partner."

Kane caught the deeper meaning of his words and immediately responded with a smile, "She’s not just my partner, but also my other half. I’m indeed quite lucky and thankful to Mr. Hart for the opportunity."

Amelia: "..."

She never knew Kane could also make snide remarks.

Christopher’s expression grew colder, his tone sarcastic, "Mr. Kane’s Chinese is quite impressive."

—The nuance was clear to hear.

"That’s true. There’s a saying in China, ’A great teacher produces a great student.’ With such an excellent Chinese teacher, of course, I learned well."

The tall foreigner didn’t differentiate between flat and pitched tones, as he mimicked the accent and tightened his grip on Amelia’s shoulders, looking affectionately at her while talking.

"..." Amelia was speechless again, she nudged Kane in the back, signaling him not to start a fight.

After all, this man’s last name was Hart; when he went mad, no one could compare.

She really didn’t want to top the trending searches again, becoming a laughing stock in people’s leisure time.

The atmosphere among the three was eerie, with undercurrents swirling.

Amelia, anxious about the kids, was about to make an excuse to leave when suddenly a young boy ran over, "Mom, sis—"

He didn’t finish his sentence, as he quickly noticed the "enemy situation" and immediately corrected himself, "Auntie, my mom said my sister is cute and really wants to take her home!"

Amelia’s face went pale, glancing at Noah and then sneakily at Christopher, wondering if he had grown suspicious.

"Uncle, can my sister come to visit my home?" Noah, truly a child prodigy, reacted swiftly. After asking Amelia, he immediately turned to ask Christopher Hart.

Amelia also held her breath, looking towards Christopher.

Seeing his gloomy face, full of displeasure, she quickly laughed, took Noah by the hand, and walked away, "Sure! When auntie has time, she’ll bring her to your house, okay?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Where are you guys playing? What’s my sister doing?"

They pretended to chat casually, slowly walking farther away.

Christopher Hart stood there for two seconds, then suddenly turned his head to look at them and quickened his steps to follow.

Kane was startled, quickly chasing and grabbing his shoulder, "Mr. Hart, a gentleman should be magnanimous. You—"

"Get lost!" Christopher Hart shrugged him off and sped up.

Amelia noticed, her heart pounding, and whispered hurriedly, touching Noah’s shoulder in panic, "Hurry, tell your brother to hide."

The clever boy immediately ran off.

Christopher, tall and with long legs, caught up with Amelia in a few strides and grabbed her arm.

"What are you doing? Don’t let anyone see!" The woman looked back and snapped, shaking off his hand.

Christopher stared at her with a serious expression, his eyes intense, "Don’t let Hope go to his house to play! What if that bratty kid bullies her?"

Amelia was stunned.

He—

Was actually not doubting the reference she just made?

Amelia suddenly exhaled in relief, but upon hearing "bratty kid," she was equally displeased.

"How can you say that about him? He’s good-looking, polite, and clever—a perfect example of someone else’s child—and you just label him as a ’bratty kid’?"

"Ah, good looking? Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with your eyes? And polite—I haven’t seen that either."

"Every time I see him, he’s rash and rude, either shouting loudly or making faces in a beating-deserved manner—if he were my son, I’d definitely discipline him until he behaves properly! He’s clearly been spoiled by his family, growing up with no manners!"

"You—" Amelia was fuming.

"And at such a young age, he already knows how to flirt with girls, getting little girls all smitten! If it weren’t because Hope just had surgery and I wanted to cheer her up a bit, I wouldn’t let this rascal anywhere near my daughter!"

"Christopher! Can’t you be a bit more gracious to a child?"

Amelia raised her voice, drawing curious looks from people around.

But Christopher, boldly justified, laughed and looked at her, "Is it that you wear filters, or can’t you handle the truth? Are you still thinking about childhood sweethearts and betrothals?"

Seeing him getting more and more absurd, Amelia felt dizzy and angry, took a deep breath while clenching her fists. "I don’t want to argue with you! You’re utterly unreasonable!"

She turned and left.

Christopher followed.

"What are you doing?!"

"Picking up my daughter."

"..."

Amelia remained silent, not even looking at him, and walked even faster.

The man followed behind, watching her angrily walking away. Suddenly, not knowing what he was thinking, he blurted out, "If you like boys so much, you might as well have one yourself. Look at Hope; my genes aren’t bad, right?"

Amelia turned abruptly, "What do you mean?"

He smirked, his gaze flickering, "Mixed-blood isn’t attractive."

"Ah... It seems you’re the one with a vision problem!"

Everyone knows mixed-race children are beautiful, but he sourly remarked that mixed-blood isn’t good-looking.

That’s really ridiculous!

However, it’s fortunate that he’s visually impaired; he’s seen his own son several times and never recognized that the boy’s features resemble his.

Otherwise, she might have lost both brothers by now.

As they were still arguing, Snow Fitch came out with Noah and Hope.

"What are you two doing? The reporters are watching over there; aren’t you afraid of making the headlines again?" Miss Fitch teased with a smile.

"Mommy!" Hope saw her mother and immediately ran up happily.

"Baby." Amelia quickly squatted down to hug her daughter and whispered, "It’s crowded here, let’s go to the resting room."

"Mm-hmm."

The mother and daughter turned and walked away.

Noah naturally followed.

Suddenly, Christopher stepped forward and grabbed the little boy’s shirt collar, almost lifting him, and Noah cried out in fright and struggle.

"Ah—what are you doing!"

This scene stunned both Amelia and Snow!

"Kid! I’m telling you, don’t get foolish ideas!" Christopher warned the boy sternly, holding him up.