Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 192: All the Firsts Were Given to Him

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: All the Firsts Were Given to Him

Snow Fitch wasn’t afraid.

She was also a benefactor to Christopher Hart.

She helped him by sending his daughter to his side.

Over the years, she aided his ex-wife in taking care of his two sons.

If he wasn’t crazy and his conscience wasn’t blackened, he should know how to treat her, his "great benefactor."

"I remember, when Old Master Hart asked you to marry Amelia, you were so reluctant, if it weren’t for the company shares and benefits, you might have played the disappearing groom game, right?"

"Three years of marriage, you ignored Amelia, subjected her to various forms of cold violence. Even an outsider like me felt suffocated watching it, I really don’t know how Amelia endured it."

"If you had trusted her a bit more, how could you not see that she was being framed? Honestly, I’ve always doubted whether you ever loved her at all. They say love is blind, so how could you love so rationally, so lucidly?"

"Now you regret it? I really want to know, if there hadn’t been three children, would you regret it now?"

"You must still believe she pushed your sister into the sea, she stole your company’s trade secrets, she offended your parents and wronged your entire family, right?"

"Your love, it’s really cheap."

Snow Fitch unleashed many years’ worth of accumulated words all at once.

Not to mention Christopher Hart couldn’t stand to listen, even Amelia Garcia, who had returned to the living room far from the core area, felt the sarcasm was a bit too much.

"Have you said enough?"

"Snow!"

Both spoke at the same moment to stop Snow Fitch.

Miss Fitch glanced back at her best friend with a sly look and continued to tease: "Oh, quite in sync now, aren’t we?"

"..."

"Harsh truths are always unpleasant, but if no one speaks up, some people might never realize them in their lifetime."

Having said her piece, Snow Fitch took her leave: "Alright, it’s the weekend, I’m going back to sleep. Take the kids if you want; if not, I’ll continue to look after them. It helps relieve my boredom."

Her best friend went back to her room.

Amelia Garcia felt awkward, unsure of what to say to break the silence.

Christopher Hart stepped in from the balcony, "Do you also doubt that I never loved you?"

Um—

How was she supposed to answer that question?

Her first "little camisole" was bought by him.

The first pack of sanitary napkins was also brought by him.

The first hand-holding, the first hug, the first kiss...

All were him.

At that time, his care for her was meticulous.

And under his care, she even became fragile, unable to fend for herself...

Maybe it was her overdependence that made Wendy so jealous and hate-filled, wishing her out of this world.

If that wasn’t love, then she really didn’t know what love looked like.

But as Snow said, if there was deep love, why was there no trust?

Why, during those three years of marriage, treat her that way?

Living together day and night, close as skin, yet his heart was stone.

Even in divorce, he did not hesitate.

Amelia Garcia became bewildered.

After a long silence, she spoke a heartfelt truth, "I believe that you did love me in the past."

The man sighed in relief.

"But—"

His heart tensed again.

"Because you loved me, and I loved you, your subsequent actions hurt me even deeper."

If there was no love, being wrongly accused by him would at most make her angry.

But being doubted, facing cold violence from the one she loved, that was the most deadly pain.

Christopher Hart’s eyes faltered, he wanted to say something, his lips moved, but no sound came out.

The pocket of his clothing buzzed with the sound of his phone.

It was a call from home.

"Hello..."

"Sir, you haven’t come back yet? Miss Hope is crying, saying that Mom and Dad don’t want her anymore, and only want her brother... I can’t console her no matter what I do."

Aunt Harper’s voice carried anxiety, and in the background was the sad wailing of the little girl.

Christopher Hart was anxious, "We’ll come back right away."

After hanging up the phone, he glanced towards the study and asked the woman in a low voice, "Should we take the two of them back?"

Amelia Garcia thought of the Hart family’s resolution and refused without hesitation, "No need, I’ll go back and accompany Hope. I have to go to work as usual tomorrow. Someone is looking after the two of them; we should go on as before, each to their own."

She spoke decisively, leaving no room for discussion.

Christopher Hart felt displeased but dared not say more.

Amelia Garcia went to the study and gave instructions to her sons.

Christopher Hart stood at the door, wanting to go in but hadn’t taken a step when he saw his eldest son looking over coldly, so he stopped.

But the eldest son took the initiative to walk towards him.

He smiled, squatted down, and reached out his hand to his eldest son, "Do you want to talk to Dad?"

Noah brushed off his hand unceremonially, his ruthless demeanor a mirror image of his father.

"Keep your family away from my mom!"

Mr. Hart’s smile was radiant, "Alright, Dad promises there won’t be a next time."

It was someone shamelessly tossing around the word "Dad."

Noah frowned in disgust, "Take good care of my sister, or we will take her away! Letting you die lonely!"

"Kid, being polite to your dad isn’t bad."

He playfully feigned anger and lightly patted his son’s head.

"Hmph! You don’t deserve it!"

The young boy coldly turned back into the room, pushing Amelia Garcia, "Mom... go accompany Hope."

The understanding shown by her sons was tear-jerking. Amelia Garcia hugged the two brothers and then turned to leave.

The car driven by Christopher Hart had already been taken away by Fuller.

He naturally drove the Cullinan that Amelia Garcia had arrived in.

As he got into the car and adjusted his seat, a slight smile appeared on his face, seeming to be in a good mood, "Your son is very sensible, you’ve raised him well."

Amelia Garcia sat in the passenger seat, her expression subdued, "But your family doesn’t think so."

"Don’t take their words to heart."

"For people who are inconsequential, of course, I don’t care."

"..."

Christopher Hart couldn’t find the words to reply.

Actually, after the truth behind the kidney donation was revealed, he thought his parents would change their views on Amelia Garcia.

After all, it was such a great injustice.

Both sensibly and morally, they owed her an apology.

But before his parents could take that step, there emerged the news about the existence of the two sons.

As one might imagine, his parents’ preconceived notions took the forefront again.

Although there might have been a hint of guilt originally, it had now evaporated, thinking of her as a calculating woman with schemes to "command princes by capturing the emperor."

With this in mind, Christopher Hart couldn’t help but look back at her.

"Actually, you should try to understand my parents’ feelings a bit... they want to see the kids, loving them is understandable."

"But their attitude towards Hope..." Amelia Garcia turned back and spoke her truth, "If they loved Hope, like any normal and ordinary grandparents in the world would love her, I would love to see Noah and Ethan calling them Grandpa and Grandma."

She paused, her tone serious, "Regardless of—how they’ve treated me before and now."

Christopher Hart pursed his lips, falling completely silent.

Indeed, on this point, his parents were irredeemable.

From the day Hope came into his life, they had never acknowledged their granddaughter.

"If I now let Noah and Ethan recognize your parents, do you know what kind of blow that would be for Hope?"

"She’s still so young, to let her physically experience the unfairness and evil of this world, it could seriously affect her worldview, even making her personality paranoid and extreme—have you thought about that?"