Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 190: Emma Carter Gets Picked Up and Thrown Out

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Emma Carter Gets Picked Up and Thrown Out

Emma Carter was clutching her bitten hand, her features scrunching in pain.

Hearing the commotion, she turned around and saw the "culprit" appear, fueling her anger even further.

Amelia Garcia strode quickly forward, but before she could reach her best friend and the children, she was met with the vicious look on her ex-mother-in-law’s face.

She had anticipated this, so the moment Emma’s hand raised, Amelia accurately intercepted it and pushed her away without politeness, "You try to take my son, and I don’t hold you accountable, and now you want to hit me?"

The children were her untouchable sore spot.

If they hadn’t provoked the children, she might have remembered the basic courtesy of "respecting one’s elders" and maintained a polite facade.

But now that they were causing such a scene at her best friend’s house, showing no semblance of elders’ dignity, why should she bother being polite anymore?

After pushing Emma aside, she quickly walked over to Snow Fitch, meanwhile pulling the two children to her side to protect them.

"Are you okay?" Seeing her best friend’s distressed and pained look, Amelia asked worriedly, then apologized with guilt, "I’m sorry for involving you."

Snow Fitch’s scalp throbbed with pain as she harshly inhaled, and upon hearing this, she glared at her, "What nonsense are you talking about! How is your son any different from mine? Isn’t it natural for a mother to shield her son?"

"Ha! You really know how to slather on flattery for yourself! What relation do my Hart family’s children have with you?" Emma scolded.

Amelia retorted with her head held high, "These are my sons; what relation do they have with your Hart family?"

"Amelia Garcia, you know better than anyone whether these children are related to us or not!"

Ethan and Noah huddled behind their mother, their large round eyes staring at Emma.

"No wonder my sister calls you a witch! You are one!"

"Yes! We have nothing to do with the old witch!"

The brothers each took their turn, showing no courtesy.

Emma looked at her two grandsons, her heart filled with excitement and joy, but hearing her eldest grandson curse her so viciously made her anger burn even fiercer.

However, no matter how enraged, she wouldn’t blame the children, only thinking that their mother must have incited this.

"Look at this! Amelia Garcia, you wicked woman! Look at what you’ve turned decent children into!"

Noah retorted, "Don’t you dare insult my mother! No wonder your son is so annoying—it’s because you didn’t raise him right!"

Christopher Hart arrived with the speed of a storm, but the last thing he expected to hear was his own son’s scathing denigration.

Hearing this, Emma nearly lost her mind, "You...you child! That’s your biological father! How can you say such things!"

"Who says it’s okay for you to mistreat my mom! My mom has stayed far away from you all, and you still come to bully her!"

"Whoever bullies my mom, I’ll fight them!" Noah swung his little fists.

The little guy hadn’t finished speaking when he saw the tall figure entering the living room; instinctively, a flicker of fear appeared, and he hid behind his mother.

Clearly, Noah was still afraid of his father.

Christopher Hart clenched his fists, reminding himself not to get angry—after all, this was the retribution for his past mistake.

George Hart and Emma Carter’s expressions changed slightly upon seeing their son arrive.

"You came just in time! Look at the mess you’ve caused!" George Hart didn’t bother arguing with a group of women and children, and as soon as his son appeared, he promptly displayed the authority of the head of the family with a stern face.

Christopher Hart didn’t even glance at his parents; his gaze swept over his son and the woman before he asked in a low voice, "Is anyone hurt?"

Amelia pursed her lips and remained silent.

Noah spoke bitterly, "Just get your parents out of here! They even hurt Aunt Fitch!"

Christopher Hart looked at his elder son, his thin lips pressing together, as if he wanted to say something but held back.

Emma sensed that her son didn’t seem to stand on their side, and feeling anxious inside, she quickly said, "Christopher, look at what she’s turned the children into! They’re so old now, yet they lack any family upbringing! If you don’t take the children back now, they’ll be ruined for life!"

Christopher Hart’s fists clenched tighter as he turned to face his parents, "You two go back first, I’ll handle these matters."

Emma Carter was resolute, "We can go back, but we’re taking the kids with us."

"That’s impossible!" Amelia Garcia suddenly spoke up, not caring how Christopher would feel, as she made her stance clear, "The kids are mine and have nothing to do with you, they won’t be going with you."

"Amelia Garcia, you—"

"I’ve been divorced from your son for five years, there’s no relationship between us anymore. I know you look down on me, and I don’t care to curry favor with your family, and my child doesn’t want to be some wealthy young master—don’t come here again in the future!"

"Amelia Garcia, actions like these will lead to divine punishment! The children belong to the Hart family, and that won’t change even in court! You’re just trying to use the kids to blackmail us! I tell you—"

"Enough!" Christopher Hart had been holding back his temper, refraining from speaking harshly to his parents.

But seeing that his mother showed no sign of stopping, he finally couldn’t bear it anymore.

"Fuller, send them back."

When they had arrived, Christopher brought a bodyguard along, fearing he couldn’t manage the situation alone.

As soon as Fuller entered, he had sent all the property management staff out, and now, given the command, he approached George Hart and Emma Carter.

"Master, ma’am, please go back first. President Hart will take care of this," Fuller said like a machine executing orders, his voice devoid of any inflection.

Emma Carter, of course, wasn’t going to be respectful, "What are you, scat!"

"Ma’am, it would be better for you to leave on your own, to avoid getting hurt."

"You—" Emma Carter was so furious she raised her hand to slap him.

Fuller stood unmoving as the slap landed, his expression unchanging, and then he spoke, "My apologies, ma’am."

With that, he bent over, lifted Emma Carter up, and strode towards the exit.

Snow Fitch witnessed this scene with her mouth agape.

This—

Christopher Hart’s people were surely too unyielding!

But on second thought, the bodyguard was being paid by Christopher Hart, so of course, he would follow Christopher’s orders.

Amelia Garcia was also shocked by this scene.

Thinking of how proud and domineering Emma Carter was, to be carried out by a bodyguard in public, the humiliation would be enough to infuriate her for a lifetime.

George Hart hadn’t expected his son to be so utterly disrespectful, his hand raised in anger, his face turning red, ready to curse, but he clutched his chest, struggling to breathe...

George Hart retired early and handed over the company to his son because of his severe heart condition. He had a pacemaker installed over a decade ago and had resided in Australia for long-term medical care.

In a fury, his fragile heart couldn’t bear the strain, and George Hart faltered for a few seconds before collapsing onto the sofa.

Christopher Hart, no matter how angry, couldn’t just watch his father die without helping, and immediately his expression changed as he rushed forward.

"Dad!"

George Hart caught his breath and fiercely slapped him across the face, scolding with a pained heart, "You scoundrel! Unfilial son!"

Christopher Hart’s face twisted to one side from the slap.

But considering the strength behind the slap, it seemed that no serious harm was done.

Taking the slap, he felt a touch of relief in his heart.

Amelia Garcia watched this scene, bemused.

What was the need for all this?