Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 177 You’re insane! Let go!

Chapter 177: Chapter 177 You’re insane! Let go!

Christopher Hart looked at his daughter, who was acting like she was up for an Academy Award, and shook his head helplessly.

Amelia Garcia felt guilty but fell silent at that moment.

Seeing the man hold his daughter and enter the house, she thought since she was already there, she might as well stay and clarify things with him, so she gathered her two sons and followed behind.

Noah had been here before.

It was Ethan’s first visit.

As they entered, he looked around and then asked his brother while clinging to him, "Are we really going to live here from now on?"

His brother saw through his thoughts, "Can’t you show some backbone? We’ve lived in big houses before!"

When they were in Zurich, they lived in a multi-story house that was even nicer than this one and had skiing right outside the door!

Ethan straightened his face and pouted, "I never said I wanted to live here, can’t I even ask?"

"If you want to stay, stay. I’m going with Mom."

"No! I don’t care for it at all!"

While the two murmured among themselves, Hope ran back, "Brother, let’s go. Let’s go upstairs and play."

Everyone had their own thoughts, but Princess Hope, blissfully unaware of anything, was happy like a little sparrow flitting about.

Noah, pulled by his sister, looked back at his mother, clearly worried about leaving her alone with that Scumbag Father.

And right now, Amelia Garcia needed to have a serious talk with somebody, away from the children.

"Go on, take care of your sister with your brother," she said softly with a nod.

"Okay, but you need to take care of yourself too, Mom. If someone bullies you, just call me," Noah said resolutely, and before turning away, he intentionally glanced at "somebody."

Mr. Hart’s face was indescribable.

Once the three kids had walked away, he commented in a strange tone, "Who does the eldest take after? So precociously serious, not cute at all."

Amelia Garcia retorted lightly, "Only now you realize how uncute you were as a kid?"

"Me?" he snorted, "Was I like his defiant self when I was a kid?"

"You’ve forgotten your more rebellious days, have you?"

"Oh is that so? Then why don’t you tell me about it?"

The man crossed his arms, clearly eager to banter with her.

Amelia Garcia rolled her eyes, not wanting to engage with him, and brought the topic back to their son, "The eldest has more of your character, but he is much more sensible than you and especially caring."

"Hmm, I see. The younger one takes after you—naive and gullible, easy to fool."

"You—" Amelia Garcia was so angry she choked, then gritted her teeth and said, "Before you were unaware of their identity, you disparaged them time and again, but now you still..."

Now that he knew, he was still so spiteful!

Was he even human?

Unbelievably outrageous!

The air suddenly turned quiet, as the two of them stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room.

The woman’s face showed her indignation and impatience, while the man had a slight smirk and his eyes conveyed complex sentiments.

Aunt Harper, from the side room, stared in shock at the two little boys who had suddenly appeared, unable to snap back to reality.

Those two children, she had seen them before, and even thought at the time they bore a resemblance to Mr. Hart.

How did they all end up here today?

What on earth was happening?

Back in the living room, after a long silence, Christopher Hart finally moved and approached the woman, "Shall we go to the study?"

Amelia Garcia didn’t speak, nor did she refuse.

There were servants at home, so of course, it wasn’t suitable to talk in the living room.

One could imagine that a quarrel was inevitable.

Seeing she remained silent, Christopher Hart understood it as tacit consent and turned to go upstairs.

As he reached the staircase, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and looked towards the side hall to instruct, "Aunt Harper, have the kitchen prepare more food tonight."

Aunt Harper immediately came out, smiling and nodding repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, I understand."

Amelia Garcia muttered, "We’re not eating here."

The man glanced at her, too lazy to bother with her, and continued upstairs.

Upon entering the study, Christopher Hart halted, turning back around.

Amelia Garcia followed him in, and as she lifted her gaze and saw his cold, stern face, her heart tightened, and her hand hovered over the doorknob, uncertain whether to close the door.

To leave it open was to risk a potential shouting match or even a fight being overheard by the children.

To close it was to risk not being able to run away should shouting match or even a fight break out.

Her hesitant, indecisive thoughts were as clear as day to Christopher Hart.

"What now, you’re afraid?" The courage you had when you deceived the world, the audacity you’ve had treating me like a fool these past few months—where did it go?"

As soon as he spoke, the silence was broken, and the tension somewhat dissipated.

Amelia Garcia straightened her spine and retorted, "Afraid? What do I have to fear? You married me under Grandpa’s pressure. Didn’t you suffer every day of our three-year marriage? Getting a divorce was what you wanted. How could I know whether you would accept a child born to your ex-wife?"

Her words incited all of Christopher Hart’s rage.

The man looked at her, his dark eyes like the tumultuous sea under the night sky, bottomless.

Initially, he wanted to have a proper talk, but he couldn’t hold back, just couldn’t...

"You fear I wouldn’t accept her, yet you send our daughter to me?"

"Yes, I admit I was selfish in this matter. I was gambling. My daughter was in a critical condition, with almost no chance of survival if she stayed with me. If she went to you and you were willing to accept her, she would have a chance at life. If not, it would mean her fate was sealed..."

When she sent her daughter away, her heart ached more than anyone’s.

She didn’t know whether Christopher Hart would accept this godsent child.

She was betting on the man she had loved for years still having a shred of conscience and humanity, not to abandon aid.

If he was willing to help, with his power and influence, he could quickly assemble the top neonatal specialists, use the best medicine, and secure the best hospital room.

—Wouldn’t that offer a greater hope than staying with her?

The facts proved she had won her bet, made the right gamble.

This man wasn’t yet so cold-blooded as to deny his own flesh and blood.

Fate sealed?

Hearing this, Christopher Hart pictured the little treasure he’d cherished for four or five years being casually dismissed by her own mother as "fate sealed"—his long-suppressed fury could no longer be contained!

He suddenly turned around, swiftly approached her, and pinned her against the wall.

"Ah!" Amelia Garcia cried out in terror, "What are you doing!"

The man pressed hard against her shoulders, his jaw clenched, his words grinding out as if through his teeth, "Amelia Garcia! Would you dare say that in front of our daughter?"

"Tell her that you abandoned her as soon as she was born, that you left with her two brothers for four or five years!"

His grip was out of control, and Amelia Garcia felt her shoulders would shatter, her complexion turning pale from pain, "You’re crazy! Let go!"

"I am crazy! Driven mad by you!"

"I’m the one who’s been hurt most deeply, what right do you have to be angry! When we divorced, you and Lily Garcia were already appearing as a couple. How was I to know whether you two weren’t on the verge of something?"

"When have Lily Garcia and I ever appeared as a couple?"

"Huh, you truly are a noble person with a short memory! Who was sitting in your passenger seat when we filed for divorce? Wasn’t it Lily Garcia?"