Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 183 Sharing a Bed Again

Chapter 183: Chapter 183 Sharing a Bed Again

"Hope..."

Christopher Hart’s expression changed slightly, as he prepared to reason with his daughter, but the little girl was already resolute, "Dad, get rid of them quickly."

"Sweetheart..."

Christopher felt troubled.

This...

He had just managed to deal with that troublesome woman and had gotten her to agree to stay with her sons, so why had his daughter become an obstacle?

Amelia Garcia overheard their conversation and came over to whisper, "Maybe... I should take them and leave first."

"No!" Hope said again.

Those two words suddenly became her mantra.

Hearing his daughter refusing, Christopher’s heart cheered for a moment, thinking she had changed her mind.

But unexpectedly, his daughter ran around the sofa, grabbed her mother’s hand.

"Mum can’t go; let them go!" Hope, with her other hand pointing towards her brothers, shouted commandingly in her cute, milk-sweet voice.

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

Though Christopher loved his daughter dearly, he knew he couldn’t always indulge her.

Everyone said they were her real brothers; how could she drive them out of the house?

And Amelia was even more distressed.

She had already regretted abandoning her daughter for a lifetime.

Now must she repeat the tragedy and abandon her sons again?

Moreover, the two little guys were all alone; where could they go?

"Hope, our house has many rooms, Dad will let them sleep in the attic, and they won’t disturb you, okay?" Christopher tried to persuade his daughter to step back.

"Not okay." The little girl was utterly stubborn, and would not listen to any persuasion.

Amelia squatted down, took her daughter’s other hand, and held it tenderly, "Honey, they are also kids; they can’t be separated from their parents."

"They have Aunt Snow Fitch."

"..." This—

Amelia never expected that her daughter’s aversion to her two real brothers was so strong.

Noah slowly walked forward, looked at his sister, and said to his mother, "Don’t make my sister angry, I will go back with my brother, I can take good care of him."

"How can that be." Amelia knew her son was sensible, but he was still just a four or five-year-old child; how could she let them spend the night alone at home?

"Hope, Mum will take your brothers back, okay?"

Amelia thought about it, contemplating sending the little guys to Snow Fitch’s place or to Shaw’s place, and then ask Sister Jones to come back to help care.

Such arrangement for two or three nights should be fine.

But Hope still refused, "Mum can’t go."

She clung to her mother’s neck, glanced at her brother, and still pouted angrily.

Christopher really wanted to ignore his daughter’s unreasonable demands, but before he could speak up, his eldest son had already commanded him,

"Hey, you! Arrange someone to send us to Aunt Snow Fitch’s place; I refuse to stay here!"

Noah, full of pride, turned back and stared at his father, issuing a direct command.

Christopher glared, his face darkened, "Boy, don’t you understand the most basic manners when you speak?"

"If you don’t send us, forget it, my brother and I will leave the mountains." Noah said, looking back at Ethan, "Are you coming or not?"

"Noah." Amelia called her eldest son, pulling him a few steps away.

Before she could speak, the little one comforted her first, "Mum, don’t worry about us; you stay with my sister. But if that guy bullies you again, what will you do?"

"Right! Lock your door at night, and block it with a cabinet from the inside!"

Amelia intended to comfort her son, but little did she know, his sensibility made her tears run.

Tears welled up in her eyes, she hugged her son, trying to calm herself, "You don’t have to worry about Mum; Mum is an adult and will take good care of herself."

"Hmm."

"But... since Mum will be with my sister, I can’t be with you and your brother, so I will have Aunt Snow Fitch pick you up later."

"Hmm."

"What did my son say?" he just nodded, no objections.

Amelia’s heart ached, and she regretted and resented what had happened.

"Ethan..." She waved to call her younger son over. After she had briefed both brothers, she hugged them, then called Snow Fitch.

Of course, Snow agreed without hesitation.

After putting down her phone, she stood up, walked over to Christopher Hart, and said in a low voice, "Snow will be here soon, let Noah and Ethan stay with her for now."

The man looked at her but said nothing. His handsome face was chilly.

What a mess this all was!

He had just found out he had his own son and hadn’t even had time to be happy about it before he had to watch his son leave!

He felt like a truly pathetic father.

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Snow Fitch arrived quickly.

She was already aware of what had happened at the airport that afternoon.

She thought that after the truth was out, the family would finally reunite, but it was late and she was still called to pick up the kids.

"What’s going on?" Snow asked softly as she observed the strange atmosphere in the living room. She then glanced at Christopher Hart, "Did he... did he hurt you?"

Amelia forced a smile, "What do you think?"

That afternoon in the study, had Noah not intervened, she might have been "violated."

That bastard, when he loses it, he disregards everything.

Snow sighed, "Surely he must be angry; anyone would be in his shoes. But after finding two big healthy boys, shouldn’t he be happy after his anger? It’s such great news, after all!"

"Maybe..." Amelia continued with a bitter smile, "Noah and Ethan don’t recognize him, and he... is not in a good mood."

It wasn’t just about non-recognition; they were like oil and water.

Snow looked surprised, then delightfully malicious, "Really? Haha, true to his nature, just like his temper!"

"..." Amelia glanced at her without knowing how to respond, and brought back the topic, "It’s getting late; you should take them."

They all were tired from the back and forth, and the tensions of the day.

"Yeah, don’t worry, they are well-behaved, it’ll be alright."

By the car, Amelia bent down at the window, touched her sons, and smiled at them.

From the upstairs window, Christopher Hart held his daughter, watching his sons being taken away, his expression unreadable yet his eyes betrayed reluctance and displeasure.

Hope was also watching, her lips pouting.

Her brothers had been driven away, and now her parents could focus solely on her.

Yet... she still felt unhappy.

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After sending off her sons, Amelia returned to the villa.

Going upstairs, she saw her daughter standing in the hallway, clutching a little teddy bear, and gazing at her with expectancy.

"Mommy didn’t leave, see? I’m back," she paused, then smiled as she walked up.

Hope said nothing, only silently came up, took her hand, and led her to the master bedroom.

"Mommy sleeps here."

In fact, Hope had her own room, but because she often fell ill due to her health, he’d bring her to the master bedroom for convenience during the night.

Over time, the little girl grew used to sleeping in her father’s bed.

So naturally, she also pulled her mother in, asking to sleep in her father’s bed.

Amelia froze...

This—

Just now that man had said he wouldn’t force her, but in the blink of an eye...

"This isn’t my request, it’s our daughter’s wish."

The voice came from behind, she startled and turned back.

She saw the man, fresh from the shower, with a towel around his waist, his muscular and sexy chest still dripping water, his black dense hair also wet.