Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 187 Amelia, You are Mine

Chapter 187: Chapter 187 Amelia, You are Mine

Emma Carter heard the apology and immediately scoffed, "Impossible! Since when do elders apologize to their juniors? Besides, she offended me more than enough back then, why didn’t she think to apologize to me?"

"If that’s your attitude, then I have nothing more to say," replied Christopher Hart with an icy expression, and without waiting for his mother’s response, he abruptly hung up.

At the Hart Family old mansion, Emma stared at the disconnected phone, fuming with nowhere to vent her anger!

"Look at this! Just look! This is your precious son of the Hart Family, utterly unfilial! Who talks to their own mother like that? What an attitude! It’s all because he’s bewitched by that ’Fox Spirit,’ completely losing his senses!"

George retorted, "Who was it that protected him, indulged him back then? They say ’strict fathers have obedient sons,’ but when I wanted to discipline him during his childhood, you wouldn’t allow it. Now look, you can’t control him, and yet you blame me!"

The couple started arguing, throwing blame at each other.

Sitting in her wheelchair, Wendy Hart looked at her parents and gently pleaded, "Dad, Mom, please stop fighting. Actually, my brother is quite nice. It’s just that whenever he encounters Amelia Garcia, he changes into a different person, as if he doesn’t recognize his own relatives."

"That’s right!" Emma turned to her daughter, quite agreeing, "Wendy is right. That scoundrel has forgotten his mother after getting a wife! I shouldn’t have been soft-hearted back then, pitying her for losing her mother, and trying to be kind to her, only to have unknowingly invited a wolf into our home!"

George lost his patience, "What’s the use of saying all this now? Quickly think of a way to find out where those two boys are. If they really are of the Hart bloodline, we can’t let that woman take them and drift outside, becoming a laughingstock to outsiders!"

Before Emma could speak, Wendy asked, "If those two boys really are Christopher’s and Amelia’s, what do you plan to do? Have my brother remarry her?"

This statement caused George and Emma to look at each other and fall silent.

Back then, their relationship had already become irreconcilably acrimonious. Now she has returned from the dead and even deceitfully taken away Hart’s two grandsons, which infuriated them enough to clench their teeth!

To ask her to come back and continue as their daughter-in-law?

Emma paused and then said resolutely, filled with hatred, "No way! I just can’t stand that woman! She did it on purpose, deliberately leaving behind a daughter and taking away the sons as revenge!"

Wendy said coldly, "She wants to glory in her son’s status and make us beg her to come back."

"In your dreams!" Emma, furious, heavily sat down on the sofa, her face ashen, "If the children truly are Christopher’s, we must take them back no matter what! How can a woman like that be a good mother? She’ll only teach the children bad things!"

George said nothing, but his stern expression clearly shared the discontent towards Amelia Garcia.

If possible, they would indeed prefer just the grandsons, not the "ex-daughter-in-law."

But the issue was, would their son agree?

It was probably going to cause a huge uproar soon.

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After having breakfast, Amelia Garcia had intended on making an excuse of going to work to leave and check on her sons.

But Hope, knowing well that today was Sunday and there was no work, insisted on staying with her, demanding stories to be told.

Amelia looked at the man with a plea for help in her eyes.

Christopher, too, knew she was worried about their sons, and understood that accompanying strangers was indeed inappropriate. Therefore, he took their daughter into his arms and spoke kindly.

Finally, the little girl agreed to let her go but repeatedly requested, "Mommy, make sure you come back for lunch, Daddy and I will be waiting for you."

"Alright, my sweet Hope."

Walking out of the mansion, Amelia suddenly realized she didn’t have a car!

She paused in her tracks and turned around instinctively, but before she could speak, she saw the tall man step out quickly, holding car keys in his hand.

She stood in place, unmoving, silent.

"Take my car," he offered the car keys.

Amelia glanced at them, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan...

"No thank you, you must have other cars in your garage, right?" She didn’t want to be so high-profile, driving around a car worth millions and potentially attracting trouble.

But that was exactly the effect Christopher wanted!

He wanted everyone to know that this woman was driving his car, this woman belonged to him.

He had never thought about giving up before he knew about his two sons.

And now that he knew, he definitely couldn’t let this mother and her children be "left outside."

Although he couldn’t bring them under his wing right away, he at least had to claim his rights to prevent some sleazy men from eyeing the mother of his children.

"The cars in the garage, I hardly ever drive them, I don’t even know if they can still run. That Bentley, which you smashed last time, has not been repaired because the parts need to be custom ordered and air flown. Just take this one, drive it or not, it’s up to you."

Amelia corrected him, her voice tight, "It was you who crashed into us!"

"The result is the same."

How could it be the same?

Amelia’s temper flared every time she spoke to him, turning her head away in anger, but then she suddenly remembered something and confronted him again, "What’s the deal with the girl by Kane’s side? Did you orchestrate that?"

At this point, President Hart simply admitted, "Yes."

"..." Amelia felt like she was going to faint.

After a pause, she asked, "Where did you find the girl to force into his life?"

"Jealous, are you?"

"Mind your own business!"

"Being jealous is useless. That girl’s family is a famous consortium in Europe, and I heard that the two families had plans for a marriage alliance for a long time, but your lover disagreed and probably never told you..."

"..." Amelia fell silent.

She’d known Kane for four years and had indeed never heard of it.

But how on earth had this asshole found out the information in just a few days?

He was too well-connected!

"Their families are well-matched, and the girl is highly favored by the Countess. Marrying into the Kane family was bound to happen sooner or later. So, you should wake up, he’s not going to marry you."

Amelia didn’t want to hear any more of his nonsense, so she grabbed the car keys from his hand and strode away.

Christopher Hart cracked a smile and called out leisurely, "Amelia, you are mine, you were in the past and will be in the future, you can’t escape!"

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Upon arriving at Snow Fitch’s house, Sister Jones was busy making breakfast, while her closest friend hadn’t yet woken up.

Amelia felt guilty, "Sister Jones, I have to trouble you these few days to look after them. Don’t worry, I will compensate you well."

Sister Jones smiled, "Miss Norton, please don’t be too formal, these children are well-behaved and easy to take care of."

"Okay, then carry on with your work."

Amelia was about to check on her sons, but as she turned and walked towards the bedroom corridor, Snow Fitch came out from a room, yawning.

"Did I wake you up?" she asked, feeling guilty.

"It’s fine, it’s past nine already, time to wake up." Snow Fitch stretched and then pulled her towards the balcony.

"What exactly happened yesterday? Last night when I brought the two boys back, both seemed unhappy, especially Noah, he kept blaming himself for making his sister sad."

Hearing about last night’s events, Amelia’s expression darkened, unsure of what to say.

After briefly explaining Hope’s rejection of her biological brother, Snow Fitch was surprised, "That’s unexpected, I thought Hope would be happy to have two older brothers."

"I thought so too..."

"So what do you plan to do now? Have you discussed it with Christopher Hart?"