Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 179: The Strong Punishment

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: The Strong Punishment

"But you always submitted passively, remained silent, stubbornly silent, never seeking my help. I didn’t want to see you so lifeless, I wanted to test where your limit of endurance really was!"

So, he forced himself not to intervene, not to interfere, deliberately ignoring her presence.

In reality, God knows how much he suffered every day.

If she showed even a slight change, took initiative, he would have surrendered.

He didn’t care who stole the corporate secrets, or who pushed his sister into the sea.

He would have been completely on her side without boundaries, even if his parents accused him of being utterly unfilial, even if his entire family called him ungrateful.

But she didn’t.

She was so quiet, as if she didn’t exist in this family.

Only when he returned home every night, exercising his rights as a husband and holding her tightly in his arms, could he feel the existence of this woman.

Those three years, wasn’t he the only one suffering?

Christopher Hart wanted to love but dared not, wanted to guard but could not.

Every day he looked forward to returning home early, to seeing her sooner, yet he deliberately stayed out until late night, acting as if he had no choice but to return...

During those years, he even suspected that he had a split personality.

Amelia Garcia listened to his confession that sounded like a fairy tale, her whole being trembling.

She stared with wide eyes, petrified as she looked at the man in front of her, her mouth moved but she didn’t know what to say.

This completely overturned her understanding!

After hesitating for a while, she said with a twisted expression, "You... are you, a psychological freak?"

Christopher Hart didn’t get angry, instead, he gave a self-deprecating smile, "Maybe..."

These mental activities, deeply hidden for so many years, he had never talked about them with anyone.

He hadn’t even said that he didn’t want to divorce at all, and that he deeply regretted the divorce.

It was Amelia who initially suggested it, but that damned male pride wouldn’t let him lower his arrogant head to reconcile, so he simply agreed to it.

"Now that the misunderstandings of the past have been cleared, and those false accusations had nothing to do with you, between us..."

Having said all that, Christopher Hart, licking his wounded pride, looked deeply into her eyes and hinted again at reconciliation.

"Even if for the sake of our three children, to give them a complete family, we..."

Amelia Garcia’s heart was in turmoil, her mind unable to think; she even dared not look into the deep depths of his eyes.

Turning away, she said in a low voice, "Over these years, you’ve been raising Hope by yourself, and I’ve been raising our son by myself, haven’t we both been doing just fine? Why should we tie ourselves together and make each other uncomfortable?"

Christopher Hart looked at her with eager hope.

He thought that having spoken to this extent, she should finally let go of the past, finally move on!

Not to say running into his arms, but at least she should take the step he provided and not keep him hanging anymore.

But she refused without hesitation.

Christopher watched her, his expression gradually stiffening.

"Are you still unwilling to forgive me?"

"It’s not that..."

"I see you are! Or... have you fallen for that foreigner? His royal connections are very prestigious, aren’t they?"

The enraged President Hart once again spoke without filtering his words, his face grim.

Hearing this, Amelia turned her gaze back to him, her anger hidden.

Just moments ago, she thought he had changed somewhat.

At least he knew enough to analyze himself, to admit his faults.

But it turns out, that was just a brief act of mercy.

Once she refused to accept, this scumbag immediately changed his face, returning to his snide, condescending self.

Her Brother Christopher, ultimately disappeared from sight.

Amelia was also stubborn by nature.

Christopher Hart had just said that back then, when her in-laws bullied her so viciously, she wouldn’t speak a soft word to him to beg for favor.

How could she possibly explain even a word or half a word now?

"Yes, I do like him, so what? He is more gentle and considerate than you, and more cultured. Even though he knew I was married and had children, he treated me well for years, never acting superior like some people, providing love as if it were charity, and I don’t want it if I can’t appreciate it!"

"Christopher Hart, if you’re so high and mighty, why bother coming back to me?"

"So what if I have children? Have I used them to threaten you? Have I made you take responsibility for me and the children? Why must you flaunt this invincible attitude and force me to be grateful?"

Amelia, exploding all of a sudden, ranted with grandeur and fiercely confronted him.

Even as she counterattacked, she leaned forward, her aggressive demeanor pushing the man, who had just been mocking her coldly, to retreat.

As the last syllable fell, their gazes met, both frozen, silent.

Amelia, realizing she had been on her tiptoes to confront him and was so close, suddenly felt frightened and quickly stepped back.

But it was too late—

"Ah—" Christopher Hart grabbed her by the neck, pulling her into his embrace.

A man, in a rage over the woman he loves but cannot have, might act irrationally.

Just like now...

He knew he shouldn’t offend her, but he couldn’t help himself!

With his heart and lungs full of anger, how could he not vent it?

He felt like he was about to vomit blood!

This damned woman!

In the past, like a quail, she wouldn’t reveal her suffering in front of him, maintaining an indifferent demeanor.

Now, with just a few taunts from him, she could retort endlessly, her body bristle with rage, tiptoeing as if ready to devour him.

Clearly, it was her who was wrong, yet how could she so boldly retort?

Oh! If he didn’t do something, she might really start to think too highly of herself.

Christopher Hart kissed her fiercely, not caring whether she accepted it or not.

He pressed on according to his own will, aggressively, as if trying to drain all her vitality.

Amelia struggled vigorously, but the more she resisted, the more excessive he became. She feared she might be squeezed into the wall, her ribs almost crushed!

This bastard, a complete devil!

She wanted to curse, her mouth was blocked by him.

She wanted to hit, her hand was clamped by him.

A woman’s strength before a furious man was like a weak insect trying to shake a giant tree.

"Christopher Hart... Bastard—ah, it hurts! Let me go..." Amelia cried in pain, which, to him, was exactly the relief he needed.

This was exactly the penalty for not accepting the toast!

Just as their struggle heated like a blazing fire, the study door was unknowingly pushed open, a small figure slowly appeared.

"What are you doing?" Noah asked calmly, but his tightly clenched fists showed that his heart was anything but calm.

He had known, this scumbag father would surely bully mother.

So, while accompanying his siblings, he had been watching this side.

Finally unable to hold back, he wanted to come and see.

Christopher’s hands had uncontrollably begun to pull open the woman’s clothes when suddenly a childish voice interrupted, startling him, and they both froze.

Amelia was terrified, quickly pushing away the man, and as she moved from his waist she hurriedly turned to fix her clothes and hair.

"Noah... wait!" As she turned around, ready to calmly soothe her son, she hadn’t even spoken when she saw the little guy suddenly charge at her like an angry little lion.