Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 174: Shouldn’t I Ask You About Your Kind?

Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Shouldn’t I Ask You About Your Kind?

Amelia Garcia watched as he finally approached, closing the last step, standing firm.

All the panic, tension, fear, fright, and helplessness suddenly froze as his steps settled.

At this point, being anxious was useless; she could only face it bravely.

She lifted her gaze, quickly regained her composure, and even composed her facial expression, ready to confront as if prepared to meet her end.

Christopher Hart noticed her emotional shift, and the hatred in his heart gathered once again.

This damned woman!

He thought pretending to be dead was already the most outrageous, the thing that angered him the most.

But he hadn’t anticipated that there was something even worse waiting!

— She had secretly hidden away two sons!

They were his blood, yet for nearly five years, he had been clueless!!

The airport was chaotic, but their circle seemed to be in a vacuum.

Everything around was cut off.

Only they stood face to face.

Christopher Hart’s clenched fists couldn’t relax, and when he spoke, he needed to muster a lot of strength for his words to penetrate the fiery blockage in his chest—

"Amelia Garcia, how do you explain these ’bear children’?"

Bear children...

Noah glared at him—even at this point, he still insulted them as bear children!

Scumbag Father!

He could hold this grudge for a lifetime!

Christopher Hart swore he really didn’t want to diss his biological sons like this, but he was just too angry, too furious!

Amelia Garcia, holding a son in each hand, stood tall and defiant against him.

She didn’t believe that the president of Seal-Cloud Corporation could be so blind or irredeemably stupid.

Since he had already lain in wait at the airport, it showed he had guessed the identity of the children.

At this point, lying was useless, so she boldly counterattacked, "Your seed, shouldn’t you be the one to explain?"

Although Christopher Hart was prepared, when Amelia Garcia so openly admitted it, he was still utterly shaken!

Lucas King was so shocked his eyes nearly popped out, and before he could react, he saw his boss’s figure sway.

He quickly reached out, "President Hart, are you alright?"

Christopher Hart didn’t look alright.

He struggled to steady himself, not knowing if it was from overwhelming excitement or fury, but his emotions were disastrously collapsing, he who was usually so tall and robust, now looking weak as if unable to stand.

Noah and Ethan, witnessing this, felt contempt.

So this Scumbag Father was not only irresponsible but also fragile!

Shouldn’t he be happy to know he has two sons?

What was all this fainting and staggering about!

Agitated, Noah looked up at his mother and deliberately asked, "Mom, who is this fierce and sickly old man?"

"..." Amelia Garcia was stunned.

This additional blow from her son was also...

Lucas King was also greatly frightened.

Fierce and sickly? And an old man?

He turned to the young boy beside Amelia Garcia, his voice unsteady with shock, "Young Master, this... he is your dad, your biological dad, understand?"

"Who is your young master, don’t randomly claim relatives, okay? We don’t have a father."

Christopher Hart’s intelligence was online now.

Listening to his son’s obviously spiteful words, he suddenly realized the brothers must have long known about his identity, known that he was their biological father.

Heavens...

What kind of misfortune had he created!

Each time he slandered, looked down upon them, filled with disdain—what kind of pain would that leave in his children’s hearts?

The little guy held a grudge, huh.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have mocked me on purpose.

Slowly pushing away Lucas King’s support, Christopher Hart steadied himself and took another slow step forward.

Amelia Garcia, holding her son, instinctively stepped back.

Christopher Hart squatted down, looking straight into the eyes of the two little ones, "You already knew that I am your father, right?"

Noah turned his head away, "Sorry, we don’t know you."

He smiled, "Little thing! Did your mom teach you that?"

Amelia’s expression exploded, "Can you stop falsely accusing people?"

Since the children were unwilling to accept him and showed no gratitude, Christopher Hart decided not to force them.

He stood up again and glared at the cold-faced woman, grinding his teeth, "Come on, come back with me."

"No need. We’ve already divorced, Hope stays with you, and they are with me. It’s only fair."

Christopher once again felt dizzy with anger.

But he told himself he couldn’t faint or collapse, otherwise his image in his sons’ eyes would completely crumble.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, calmed down, endured, and reached out his hand, his tone even lower and tighter, "Let’s go back and talk. There are too many people here."

When Amelia saw him reach out, she thought he was going to snatch the children. Instinctively, she raised her arm to block and guarded the children behind her, "Christopher Hart, have you forgotten how you abused me? You couldn’t wait to divorce back then, so why are you trying to take my son now?!"

In front of the children, Christopher Hart really wanted to maintain his good image, so he endured and endured.

But her words were pouring oil on the fire!

If he had known back then that she was pregnant, how could he have agreed to the divorce!

Even if they had divorced, she should have informed him about the pregnancy, and they should have discussed the children’s situation together.

But she decided on her own, kept him in the dark, risked childbirth, and left him with a barely alive daughter while taking the sons far away—

He didn’t pursue charges, and this damned woman actually started accusing him first?

It was unbearable!

Suddenly, Christopher Hart raised his hand and stepped forward; Amelia Garcia screamed out in fright, her arms shifting to protect her head—thinking he was going to hit her!

Observing for a long time, Kane, Shaw, and others, including Lucas King inside, all thought he had lost his mind and was about to hit someone in public; they all rushed forward with changed expressions!

"President Hart, don’t—"

However, Christopher wasn’t that low.

He stepped forward, grabbed the woman’s wrist, brought her into his arms with a swift motion, coldly chuckled, and bent down to carry her on his shoulder.

This was the second operation, performed with practiced ease.

The entire movement was smooth and fluid, like flowing clouds and water.

"Dad’s not snatching sons, he’s snatching you!"

Catch the king first to capture the thieves—once she’s taken away, wouldn’t these two little rascals follow?

Damn it!

It’s maddening!

How could the seed of Christopher Hart be thieves?

Last time at the airport when she was forcibly taken away, Amelia Garcia was so angry that she ignored him for days.

Such a humiliating incident, she never expected to encounter a second time in her life!

Her insides squeezed tightly together, she was hanging upside down behind the man, watching the retreating floor tiles, her complexion reddening from congestion.

"Jerk! Let me go! Christopher Hart, don’t force me to hate you!"

Noah and Ethan were stunned by the scene.

By the time they snapped back to reality, their mother had disappeared.

In strikingly similar motions, the two turned around and chased after him, splitting two ways, one on each side of the man, pulling at his clothes while slapping and scolding, "Bad guy! Put down my mom!"

"Let go! Big bad guy! You’re not my dad! I don’t have a dad like you!"

The two little guys struggled fiercely, using all their might, but still couldn’t hold back their mountain-like, immense father.

In a moment of desperate ingenuity, Noah suddenly turned his head and bit down on his hand.