Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 176: Rendered Speechless by His Own Son

Chapter 176: Chapter 176: Rendered Speechless by His Own Son

Chapter 176: Rendered Speechless by His Own Son

Back in Christopher’s car, Amelia took off her wavy wig, dabbed at the corners of her eyes with a tissue to dry them, and calmed her emotions.

It seemed Mr. Hart had anticipated bringing along a woman and children, so he had chosen to drive a business van.

The seats were arranged face to face.

The mother and her three sons sat in one row, with the two little boys flanking their mother like guardian gods.

Despite his attempts, the man could not squeeze through and eventually he sat alone opposite them, his gaze shifting back and forth between the three.

None of them looked straight at him.

The cabin was silent, the air almost solidifying.

Christopher knew the woman didn’t want to talk to him, so he didn’t trouble himself.

After idly sitting there for a while, he finally accepted the reality that he had two more sons.

Gradually, a hint of joy emerged from deep within him, slowly replacing anger and indignation.

The bond of blood was indeed the most magical thing.

He had previously detested Snow Fitch’s "nephew," but now as he looked at the two little faces across him, his heart grew fonder and his fingers twitched involuntarily before he restrained himself.

He really wanted to hug the children.

These were his sons.

Sons he had with Hope.

But he dared not.

He feared the little ones would snarl and bite him violently again.

Amidst myriad thoughts and reflections, Christopher cleared his throat. His voice, softer and more tender than he realized, could easily sound cheesy, "Which one of you is the older brother, and which the younger?"

Noah glared at him, "Why should we tell you?"

"..." Mr. Hart chuckled, reminding himself not to get angry—after all, it was his own past misdeeds that had upset his sons.

Not just once either.

"Have I met both of you before?"

Ethan was about to speak but Noah interjected, "Are you blind? Can’t you recognize us now?"

Although he and his brother were twins—no, technically triplets—they didn’t look very alike.

Everyone said he resembled the old rascal in front, while his brother took after a combination of their mom and dad.

Plus, his brother was a foodie, visibly chubbier—wasn’t that obvious?

Still asking, asking, asking!

Following several sharp retorts, Christopher realized and ventured, "You’re the older brother, right?"

The little guy rolled his eyes and turned his head to look out the window without responding.

At this moment, Mr. Hart was exceptionally patient and gentle.

Seeing that his older son was a bit aloof, he didn’t force it and turned his attention to his younger son.

This one seemed a bit naïve and foolish.

"Are you the younger brother?"

"Don’t talk to him," Noah interrupted.

Mr. Hart: "What’s your name?"

Ethan, suddenly haughty, "Hmph, why should I tell you!"

"Then... how much later were you born than your brother?"

"None of your business!"

Mr. Hart continued, "Why do I feel like you seem more like the older brother?"

Ethan, usually reluctant to be the younger, when hearing his dad saying so, immediately broke; "You think so too? I always said, I am the older brother—I don’t care, from now on I am the older brother! Quick, call me big brother!"

"..." Noah looked at him, the expression on his face akin to watching a fool.

Amelia stayed silent for a long time, finally unable to hold back, she cast a cold glance: "Not only do you offend your children, but you also try to drive a wedge between the brothers—are you even human?"

Christopher Hart pursed his lips and paused for a moment, his tone much humbler, "So... can you tell me about the two brothers?"

"Didn’t you have all the resources? Go check it out yourself!" Amelia Garcia mocked him intentionally and then turned her head to look out the window.

The man, having no alternative, sighed dejectedly and fell silent, simply watching them eagerly.

He still thought to himself that he had sons, two of them at that.

Heaven had truly treated him well.

Despite making such a huge mistake and driving away the love of his life, he was still able to be the father of three children.

How could he "turn over a new leaf" to make it up to his children? To her?

The car entered the city and was still speeding.

Amelia had calmed down and looked at him, "Where are you taking us?"

"What do you think? Of course, we’re going home."

"That’s your home, not ours."

"It will be yours too, ours, a family home."

"Who’s family?"

She was impervious to persuasion, not giving him a single pleasant look. Christopher Hart encountered full resistance, his expression shifted, and he smiled at his younger son, "Want to see your sister? You’ve played together many times, haven’t you? She really likes you guys. We can live together and see each other every day. How does that sound?"

Clearly, the moment he brought up their sister, both brothers were tempted and simultaneously looked towards their mother.

Amelia was so annoyed she itched, and hundreds of ways to shut him up flashed through her mind.

Seeing the children’s reactions, Christopher Hart smiled, his gaze returning to the woman’s face, "You see, they want to live with their sister."

"I didn’t say that."

"Neither did I."

Mr. Hart: "..."

Amelia scoffed, "You heard them. The children don’t want to be with you. Why don’t you just drop us off on the roadside?"

Christopher Hart’s patience was exhausted, and he glanced sideways at her cold expression, ignoring it.

They would leave today only if he went to report to King Rhys.

Ultimately, they naturally returned to the Imperial Garden Villa.

Hope was alone at home scribbling in her drawings, depicting a scene of a picnic on the lawn with her mom and dad.

Hearing the sound of a car in the courtyard, she joyfully threw down her paintbrush and ran out, "Daddy, you’re back—huh? Brother!"

Hope rushed out, her focus shifted mid-sentence, and then she ran forward even happier, "Big brother, little brother, how come you’re here? Did my dad invite you over?"

Noah and Ethan had just gotten out of the car when they saw Hope running towards them joyfully; the coldness on their faces instantly softened, revealing smiles.

"Sister..."

Amelia also got out of the car. Seeing her, Hope was even more excited, "Mommy!"

"Wow... What a great day today. Mommy is here to be with me, and brothers are here too. This is wonderful!" The little girl was jumping and clapping her hands.

But Noah and Ethan stood stiffly and dryly, glancing at each other, their little faces embarrassingly red.

They had lied to their sister for so long. How should they explain?

Christopher Hart got out of the car, watching the familiar interactions between his daughter and the two lads, feeling a surge of resentment rise in him.

He was so foolish!

These people had all conspired together, deceiving him for months!

The three children had grown so close to each other, and he knew nothing.

He had even seen his biological son in his own home but had left without looking back—just because he was annoyed with this troublesome kid!

His emotions fluctuated, and he picked up his daughter and asked, "Didn’t you say there was only one big brother?"

"..." At those words, the mother and sons all fell silent.

Hope’s face stiffened, her little hands quickly covering her mouth!

It was over!

She had been so excited to see her brothers that she had forgotten all about those words.

What now?

No, wait...

Since dad had brought them all home, it meant he already knew!

Her beautiful eyes rolled around, and the clever little girl quickly caught on, giggling, "Daddy is so smart. How did you know there were two brothers? Don’t they look so much alike...?"