Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 169: I’ll Have the Breakfast You Made

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: I’ll Have the Breakfast You Made

She looked at WhatsApp and decided to make a call.

"Kane, Christopher Hart just contacted me, asking about the two children. I lied and said that we adopted them, but he definitely won’t believe it. Now, the best solution is to leave the country and return to Zurich immediately."

"I know, but... it might not be possible in the next few days."

"Why?" she panicked, her voice urgent.

Kane said, "I just contacted the embassy. They replied that the airspace control is very strict these days. The southern area is a no-fly zone, apparently due to some military exercises..."

Amelia Garcia paused, suddenly remembering she had indeed seen this report in the news about the joint military exercises between several countries.

"We can’t go through Macau; the helicopter’s endurance is limited and can’t take us directly back to our country. If we absolutely must leave in the next few days, we will have to take a commercial flight."

Whenever commercial flights were mentioned, Amelia Garcia thought of the time she was forcibly abducted by Christopher Hart at the airport.

Even now, recollecting it made her quiver with anger.

Knowing she was anxious, Kane comforted her, "I’ll try to arrange a private plane to come over. Don’t worry, wait for my message."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Amelia Garcia remained silently stunned for a while, still pondering what to do.

"Oh no!" Suddenly, she remembered something and stomped her foot hard!

Shaw was passing behind her and started, "Sister, what’s wrong?"

"My passport!"

Amelia Garcia recalled that her passport had been torn up by that bastard Christopher Hart at some point!

Now that she needed to leave the country, she couldn’t.

She would first need to reapply for a passport and visa!

Shaw didn’t understand what she meant, but Noah excitedly turned back, "Mommy, I’ve got it!"

"That quick?" Amelia Garcia walked towards her son and ruffled the little guy’s head, suddenly thinking of something else, "Right, see if that man just appeared in the elevator."

"Okay."

Noah rewound the footage, slowly playing it back, but even after fast-forwarding through an hour’s recording, there was no sign of Christopher Hart.

"Nothing, Mommy..."

Amelia Garcia saw it too. No sign.

He hadn’t come to their house. Was he lying just now?

But why then did he know she wasn’t at home?

Amelia Garcia clenched her fist tightly, realization dawning!

That bastard, he must have been having someone track her all along! He knew her every move!

If that was the case, then him finding out about her reapplying for a passport and visa was inevitable!

Amelia Garcia became even more anxious.

What to do?

It seemed like he had blocked every possible route.

Unless she let Kane take the brothers and leave first.

But she didn’t know that the glamorous woman by Kane’s side was actually brought from Europe by Benny Palmer under Christopher Hart’s orders.

Once the children appeared with Kane...

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That night, Amelia Garcia didn’t send Hope back.

Knowing that Christopher Hart might have someone track her, she didn’t dare take the brothers out; instead, she let them stay at Shaw’s place.

Sister Jones returned to Kane’s place, gathered the children’s belongings, and also went to Shaw’s.

At night, Hope fell asleep.

Amelia Garcia sat beside the bed, watching her daughter’s serene sleeping face, her heart like a jar of mixed emotions, indescribable.

In fact, ever since she left with her two sons years ago, she knew that this issue couldn’t be hidden forever.

Back then, the plan was for when the children grew up and developed their own awareness, even if Christopher Hart found out, it wouldn’t matter, as he couldn’t take them away.

But now, the timing wasn’t right.

If he finds out, he’ll definitely take them away, and even in court, she’ll have no chance of winning.

Her phone rang abruptly, startling her back to reality. She grabbed the phone and saw that it was Snow.

"Hello..."

"Did you sleep?"

She gave a bitter smile. "How could I sleep?"

Snow hesitated for a moment and sighed.

Amelia sensed something from this and asked, "What’s wrong? Is there even worse news?"

Seeing that she had guessed correctly, Snow didn’t hide it any longer. "Christopher Hart called me and said that Hope’s birthday is coming soon and he plans to throw a birthday party, asking me to bring along my little nephew to join. He said that Hope doesn’t have many friends and hopes we can all make it, Hope would definitely be very happy."

As Amelia listened, her drooping eyelashes slowly lifted, her expression growing more serious.

That reason was indeed perfect.

"What do you think we should do? If I refuse, he’ll be suspicious; if I go, should I bring Noah or Ethan? What if he directly keeps the children..."

So, this move by Christopher Hart was really clever, putting them in a dilemma.

"Ah..." Amelia bowed her head and sighed helplessly, "I don’t know what to do either. Kane is coordinating a private plane to come over, but I don’t have a passport or visa, and it’s too late to apply now. Even if it wasn’t, I’d be followed by Christopher Hart’s people, and he would know my every move."

The news made Snow’s scalp tingle. "He’s really too..."

Miss Fitch was tempted to describe the situation as "like catching a turtle in a jar."

But after thinking about it, she felt it was inappropriate, so she held back.

However, in the current situation, they really were trapped, like catching a turtle in a jar.

"Amelia, since it’s already like this, why don’t you just be honest?"

Amelia gave a bitter smile, "Be honest, and then what? Let alone not getting Hope back, I can’t risk losing Noah and Ethan too!"

"It might not necessarily be like that. Noah and Ethan, they don’t like him, they definitely won’t go with him."

"But they are still children. I can’t fight this bastard, how could they escape?"

Snow fell silent...

"It’s late, you should sleep. I’ll send Hope back tomorrow and probe his intentions. Anyway, we need to hide the brothers these next few days, he must not find out. If there’s a chance, we’ll have to leave at once."

"Okay, you should also get some sleep early, recharge to fight him properly!"

Though she said that, the issue with the children didn’t allow Amelia to feel calm.

That night, she hardly slept.

The next day, with obvious dark circles under her eyes, she first prepared breakfast before waking Hope.

As soon as the little girl woke up, she clung to her neck, cooing endlessly, "Mommy, mommy."

Amelia, wrapped up by her daughter’s affection, wished she had wings to fly out of the country with her daughter and escape.

Before breakfast was finished, the doorbell rang.

"Mommy, someone’s ringing the doorbell!" Hope perked up and said.

"Yeah, Mommy heard it, keep eating." She patted her daughter’s head and smiled as she stood up.

But as she walked towards the door, the smile on her face gradually faded.

This early, who could it be?

She had a bad feeling inside, probably that bastard making a surprise attack.

Sure enough, upon opening the door, there stood Christopher Hart.

"Morning." The man spoke in a deep voice, his smile charming yet piercing to Amelia.

Christopher Hart greeted and naturally stepped forward to come in, but she stood her ground.

"What’s wrong? Aren’t you welcoming me?"

"What do you think?" Amelia didn’t want to let him enter, remaining motionless and speaking coldly, "I’ll bring Hope back after breakfast. You should leave."

"Leave? I came all the way here on an empty stomach just to have your breakfast, and you’re telling me to leave?"

"..." Amelia stared at him, speechless.

"Hope!" The man suddenly called out loud, shouting for his daughter.