Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 157 Son Curses Father as a Scumbag

Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Son Curses Father as a Scumbag

"Let go of me! Jerk!" Noah didn’t back down, immediately lashing out with name-calling.

"Try provoking me again, I dare you! I’m not your parents; I won’t indulge you!" Christopher continued to threaten.

Snow Fitch rushed forward to rescue the little guy, shielding him tightly in front of her, angrily glaring at Christopher, "Are you sick? Treating a child like this!"

"Snow Fitch, is he really your nephew, or is he your illegitimate son? I’ve never seen a nephew hang around his aunt like this." Christopher had his suspicions early on, but since it wasn’t his business, he couldn’t be bothered to care.

But now that this kid had "hooked up" with his precious daughter, he couldn’t help but ask a few more questions to sound a warning.

Snow Fitch hadn’t replied when Noah turned his head from her embrace, glaring defiantly, "Hope has such a nice sister but has a dad like you! That’s just pitiful! Pffft! Scumbag!"

Amelia was shocked to hear these words!

The little guy was usually so gentle and humble; why was he like this today...

It was the first time that Christopher had been insulted by a child, and his face turned darker than merely grim.

"You really think there’s no one to teach you a lesson, is that it?"

"Who are you to teach me a lesson?"

"You—"

Before the "father and son" could come to a showdown, Shaw hurriedly ran up to remind them, "Stop fighting; there are a lot of reporters taking pictures!"

Meanwhile, Nathan Davis came back, having changed his clothes.

"Christopher... don’t stoop to his level. This ill-mannered brat, if his parents don’t discipline him, society will teach him a lesson in due course."

Nathan Davis spoke softly to smooth things over, advising Christopher.

Amelia looked at her, wearing a bright yellow dress that indeed suited the pretty, young girl.

She was radiating youthful brightness all over.

Christopher seemed to have a taste for May-December romances.

Noticing the change in how the woman was addressed, she felt slightly puzzled—how had "Mr. Hart" become "Christopher" just by changing clothes?

Surrounded by many onlookers, the media with their cameras were indeed aiming at them from not too far away.

Christopher didn’t know what had come over him, to publicly argue with a child.

He really lost his cool!

Quietly adjusting his emotions, he quickly returned to his aloof detachment, reaching out for his daughter, "Hope, let’s go."

The little girl had just grabbed her mother’s hand and naturally didn’t want to leave, pouting and stepping back.

Under normal circumstances, Amelia would definitely say some good words in front of the man to keep her daughter.

But in front of so many people and the media today, she couldn’t reveal her identity, so she had to bend down and coax her daughter gently, "Honey, go back with daddy for now; mommy’s really busy today and can’t take care of you. Tomorrow, mommy will pick you up and we’ll go out to play, okay?"

Hope pouted her lips, shook her head, and stayed silent.

"Sweetheart, be good, mommy always keeps her word."

Snow Fitch also stepped forward and softly coaxed, "Hope, your mom is indeed very busy today. Look, there are so many guests to attend to. If you stay here, mom can’t concentrate on her work and will get scolded by the boss."

"I don’t want mommy to get scolded," the little girl immediately said.

"That’s right, so shall we be good listeners?"

Hope hesitated but eventually let go of Amelia’s hand and walked towards her father.

Christopher picked up his daughter and turned to leave.

The crowd around them whispered among themselves.

Seeing them leaving, Amelia breathed a sigh of relief and immediately continued to greet everyone gracefully and encourage them to enjoy themselves before she turned to get busy.

"What’s going on here, I can’t understand any of it."

"Hey, don’t say that. Christopher’s daughter really does look like Designer Norton."

"It’s precisely because she looks like her that the little girl mistook her for her mom."

"With Christopher’s capabilities, can’t he just settle things with this designer? Take her as his wife! Then his daughter would have a mom!"

"Who knows! Didn’t you realize? That foreigner also has a special relationship with this woman! Maybe the two of them have long been..."

"Exactly, exactly! That’s it! So, the incident from a while back, was it actually Christopher meddling in their relationship?"

"I guess it’s like 80% true."

"Tsk tsk, to think there’s a woman out there who Christopher Hart can’t handle—it’s quite rare."

"Did you see how he stormed off with his daughter just now, face all dark? That’s the very picture of frustration and rage!"

"And what about that little starlet by his side?"

"Ah, just playacting! A beauty throwing herself at his feet—who would refuse that?"

...

In the break room, Snow Fitch relayed the gossip to Amelia Garcia.

"Now, this is getting interesting. Everyone knows President Hart chased you and failed, then stormed off in a huff. You don’t stand a chance of shaking off the homewrecker stigma now!"

Shaw said, "But I’m not the homewrecker here!"

"That’s because you know the inside story, but outsiders don’t!"

"Hmm, true." Shaw nodded, then suddenly got excited, "Right, I casually chatted with that internet-famous actress while helping her change earlier. Guess how she hooked up with Mr. Hart?"

Amelia remained silent, disinterested in these matters.

But Snow Fitch was all ears, "How did she hook up?"

"She said... it was during a dinner. That actress was originally accompanying another big shot, but he wanted to please Mr. Hart, so he offered her up to him."

Snow Fitch’s eyes widened, "She didn’t refuse?"

"No..."

Snow Fitch was furious, "His own son spoke the truth! A scumbag! And a blind one at that!"

————

Christopher Hart took his daughter back to the car with Nathan Davis, tossing him a jewelry box.

Nathan Davis caught it, momentarily stunned, then opened it to find himself pleasantly shocked.

"Mr. Hart... you, are you giving this to me?"

The man didn’t speak, his profile stern, the atmosphere grew tense.

Fuller drove the Cullinan out of the underground garage with swift precision.

"Stop the car." Christopher Hart spoke indifferently.

Fuller promptly pulled over and stepped out, then opened the rear car door on Nathan Davis’s side.

The internet-famous actress was stunned, "Mr. Hart, what... what does this mean?"

"Get out," the man commanded without turning his head.

Nathan Davis’s face grew pale in an instant.

One second he was on cloud nine—receiving such an expensive piece of jewelry—but the next, he was being told to get out of the car.

"Mr. Hart, I don’t understand... What did I do wrong..." Nathan Davis immediately began to tear up, his voice breaking.

Only then did Christopher Hart turn to look at her, expressionless, "I told you, stay by my side, behave, and I won’t let you suffer. But if you pull any stunts..."

"I, I didn’t!"

"You think your acting skills are good enough to fool me?" Christopher Hart said sarcastically.

Nathan Davis fell silent.

Seems his purposeful collision with Designer Norton to assert ownership didn’t escape Christopher’s notice.

Fuller spoke up, "Miss Davis, please leave the car."

"This jewelry can be considered compensation for the recent trouble; from now on, don’t show up in front of me."

With those final words from Christopher Hart, Fuller leaned in, grabbed the woman by the arm, and pulled her out of the car.

"Mr. Hart... I’m sorry, I was wrong, Mr. Hart, please give me another chance..."

The woman stood alone and forlorn by the roadside, pitifully apologizing and begging, but the man was unmoved.

The car door slammed shut, and the Cullinan sped off, the whirlwind lifting the hem of her dress, making her look all the more desolate against the backdrop of the night streets.