Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 180: If you dare to bully my mom again, I will beat you up!

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: If you dare to bully my mom again, I will beat you up!

She tried to stop him, but couldn’t.

The little guy charged towards the man, punching and kicking without any politeness.

"Jerk! Bad guy! For bullying my mom! Jerk! Don’t bully my mom!"

Noah hammered, kicked, and cursed simultaneously, his strength so great that Amelia tried several times to pull him back, but couldn’t hold him.

"Noah, don’t do this, Mommy is fine... really fine, be good—" The woman was frantic, continuously pleading.

It’s not that she was protecting that jerk, she just didn’t want her son to get hurt.

Hurting others can hurt oneself too!

Christopher stood still, his stern face low, even with a hint of a smile on his lips, quietly watching his son vent.

You have to say, the little guy is quite strong, those kicks really hurt, his legs will definitely be bruised later.

Seeing that the woman couldn’t pull him away, he had no choice but to step in—grabbing the little boy’s head with one hand and pushing him away.

Forced to look up, Noah continued to punch and kick, but because of his father’s long arms, his little arms and legs couldn’t reach anymore.

"Let go! Have the guts to fight one-on-one! Jerk! I don’t want a dad like you! Bad dad!"

The word "Dad" came out just like that.

Although it was filled with anger, rage, and even derogatory words, to Christopher’s ears, it still sounded like music from heaven.

His face stiffened, staring blankly at his son, unsure of how to react.

Amelia, seeing him like this, thought he was heartlessly about to punish the child as well, which terrified her!

"Christopher! Let go! He is just a child, what are you doing!"

The man was still stunned, and she pushed him away, snapping him back to reality.

Looking at the little guy tightly held and protected by the woman, he swallowed and asked softly, "Just now... you called me Dad, come on, say it again."

Amelia, who had been comforting her son, turned around sharply to look at him, incredulous.

Is he out of his mind?

The kid was clearly scolding him!

Yet Christopher seemed oblivious, even squatting down and reaching out to his son, encouraging him, "Come on, call me Dad, say it again."

Noah stared fiercely back at him, like a bull seeing red.

"Pfft! I didn’t! I won’t call you! You don’t deserve it!"

Amelia: "..."

This definitely wasn’t what she had taught.

Christopher, however, seemed more patient than before and had forgotten how angry he had been just moments ago; he continued coaxing, "But I am your dad, see, you look a lot like me."

"Not true, not at all, you’re talking nonsense!" the little fellow roared, suddenly breaking free from his mother’s embrace, and charging at his father to head-butt him fiercely.

Caught off guard, and still in a crouching position, Christopher was knocked to the ground, falling awkwardly spread-eagled.

Amelia gasped, her mouth gaping open, her eyes nearly popping out.

"Noah!" She was shocked again, quickly stepping forward to pull her son back, fearful that someone would angrily attack her son.

Christopher was sitting on the ground, in a humiliating position, indeed, losing face.

But the one who had knocked him over was his own flesh and blood.

Even if he was angry, what could he do?

Now the boy didn’t even recognize him as his father, and if he were to beat him now, this resentment might never be resolved in their lifetimes.

So, after his stifled anger, he stood up and didn’t do anything to the child, just coldly laughed, "Son, being headstrong has its limits, or else you’ll suffer later."

"I don’t need you to worry! If you bully my mom again, I’ll still beat you up! And my brother too! We’ll protect Mom together!"

After boldly declaring this, the little guy took his mother’s hand, "Let’s go, Mom, with my brother and me here, we’ll take good care of you."

Amelia said nothing and turned to leave with her son.

Leaving the distressed and breathless President Hart, watching the two figures leave, irritably rubbing his nose.

It’s tough, really tough.

I thought this stubborn little woman was already a hard nut to crack, but it turns out my own blood is an even bigger obstacle!

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out with a grim expression on his face.

Countless missed calls.

He was so angry earlier that he had lost all reason, not even noticing the vibrating phone.

"Hello..."

"Christopher, what’s going on? You have two sons?"

"What, jealous?"

"You... really?"

"Genuine article. Amelia Garcia, that damned woman, she’s just..."

Just thinking about the instigator made his blood pressure soar, his brain short-circuit, and he felt like he was about to pass out from anger.

Benny Palmer was in disarray.

After a long silence, Young Master Palmer blurted out, "It’s so unfair...why does a guy like you get to have both son and daughter, while I, diligent and handsome with plenty of money, can’t even get a girlfriend?"

Originally in a deeply depressed and irritable mood, President Hart felt considerably brighter after hearing his friend’s lament. Indeed, some happiness requires comparison and is built upon the "pain" of others.

———

Dinner was held at the Imperial Garden Villa.

It wasn’t that Amelia Garcia had a change of heart, but Miss Hope insisted on inviting her brothers to stay for a meal before they left.

If it meant being able to leave, Amelia didn’t mind staying for an extra meal.

Her daughter’s happiness was more important than anything.

Aunt Harper noticed something, her face clearly excited as she mumbled to herself while looking at Noah, "I knew it, I just knew it! This is wonderful, just wonderful..."

As Christopher Hart approached the dining table, he heard Aunt Harper’s mutter and slightly raised his eyebrow, "When did you notice it?"

Aunt Harper, startled by his presence, turned around to see the Master, and nervously smiled, explaining, "Just... last time I was at your house, no, even before that, at the hospital... when Miss Hope was sick and hospitalized, I saw this little boy."

Christopher’s face slightly changed, "Why didn’t you mention this before?"

"This... this, it’s nothing, how could an old woman like me idly talk about such things..." Was she trying to lose her job?

Christopher remained silent, but his expression grew even sourer.

His daughter had seen, Snow Fitch knew, the kids knew, even that foreigner knew it was okay.

Even the housekeeper realized it, yet he, the person involved, had been kept in the dark for months!

"From now on, feel free to speak up if there’s anything," the man said as he sat down, throwing a remark at the housekeeper.

Aunt Harper nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I’ll remember next time."

Amelia scoffed, "Blind to your own faults, yet blaming others."

"..." Christopher looked up to retort, his lips moved but he remained silent.

The evidence was undeniable, indeed hard to argue against.

Hope didn’t know anything yet, just basking in the joy of having her big brothers visit. She knelt on her chair, eagerly handing bowls and chopsticks to her brothers.

Amelia, worried her daughter might fall, stood up to seat her properly, "Brother can get it himself, you sit tight."

Hope looked up at her, sweetly asking, "Mom, did you call the brother’s mom? Tell her the brothers are eating at our house~"

"Uh..." Amelia’s expression stiffened.

This time, it was Christopher’s turn to smirk, deliberately saying, "Yeah, call their parents, let them know, so they won’t worry."

Amelia glared back—silence would suit you better.

"Why are you glaring at me? Want to give me the number and I’ll call?" His smirk grew more wicked, even pulling out his phone.