Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 198 How Could She Possibly Be Pregnant?!

Chapter 198: Chapter 198 How Could She Possibly Be Pregnant?!

Christopher Hart: "..."

A kid who hasn’t even started kindergarten has learned how to use the internet?

Thinking his son was lying to cover for his mother, Christopher Hart couldn’t be bothered to expose him and didn’t want to continue the topic.

"Kid, when you grow up, you’ll understand what really happened. I truly am sorry to your mom, but I never condoned anyone mistreating her."

He said the first part to his son, then, looking up at the woman, his tone became even more solemn, "In the future, I definitely won’t allow it."

Amelia Garcia turned her face away, unwilling to respond to his "passionate" gaze.

Not condoning anyone mistreating her?

So what about the past when Emma Carter and Wendy Hart ridiculed and insulted her, wasn’t that mistreatment?

Her son was right, he must have amnesia.

It was getting late, and though the brothers were reluctant, they still had to be taken away.

Amelia Garcia quickly packed some clothes for the two children and sent them to the door.

Looking at the man, she felt extremely uneasy, "If you can’t handle it, call me and don’t be harsh on them."

Christopher Hart stared eagerly at her face, his gaze fixing on her tender lips.

"You haven’t seen how your son has been scolding me?" Mr. Hart complained with a sense of grievance.

Amelia Garcia rolled her eyes at him.

"If you’re not reassured, then take your daughter with me too. The little girl might create a fuss, but could she really do without her brothers?"

Amelia Garcia: "Keep dreaming!"

She squatted down and meticulously reminded her sons again.

Until the elevator "dinged" and the man urged, "Let’s go."

The two little guys were at ease, grabbing their stuff and turning to leave.

Christopher Hart intentionally lingered behind, waiting for his sons to turn away. As the woman straightened up, he quickly and very naturally leaned in, tilting his head and planting a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

He couldn’t help it, she was too tempting.

Every time he finally got a chance for a kiss, it was always forcibly interrupted for some reason or another. When could he kiss her thoroughly without being disturbed?

Amelia Garcia was caught off guard, recoiled in surprise, her neck jerking back and before she could even begin to curse, the scoundrel had already turned and followed the children’s steps into the elevator.

All she could do was angrily wipe the kissed spot on her lip.

Isn’t a regular kiss just lips pressing against lips?

Why were her lips wet?

Disgusting, she frowned disgustedly, this wasn’t just a kiss, it was clearly... a lick.

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Inside the elevator, President Hart, having successfully stolen a kiss, was in a good mood, which also made him feel more affectionate and endearing towards the two stubborn little donkeys.

"Dad has prepared a surprise for you, are you excited?"

"Is it what..." Ethan started to speak, lifting his eyelashes, when his brother hit his hand.

He closed his mouth, withdrawing his curiosity.

Christopher Hart glanced at his older son, continuing to extend an olive branch: "Your mom did a great job giving birth to you and raising you well, an understanding older brother and a naïve younger brother, I am very happy to have such good sons."

Ethan, unable to contain himself, immediately asked, "What does naïve mean?"

Noah: "It means you’re silly."

Ethan instantly changed his expression and retorted to his father, "You’re the silly one! You’ve seen me and my brother so many times yet still can’t recognize us! Not just silly, but blind too."

Christopher Hart suffered a quiet setback, looking at his older son with a bit of helplessness.

"Who did you learn this sneakiness from?"

Older brother: "Shouldn’t you be asking yourself?"

"From me? I didn’t even know you existed." The man subtly dug a hole.

The little guy was still naïve and immediately jumped in, "Don’t you know there’s such a thing as genes?"

The man laughed, "So you admit that I am your biological father."

Noah suddenly realized he had been tricked and grew even angrier.

Just as the elevator doors opened, he hurriedly pulled his brother, saying, "From now on, don’t talk to this cunning guy!"

Christopher Hart responded with a laugh, feeling that competing in wits with these two little rascals was incredibly enjoyable.

"Kid, cut out the nicknames, show some manners. Why don’t you call me ’Dad’ and let me hear it?"

"Bad guy! Liar! Stop talking to us! We won’t bother with you!"

"Yes! We won’t bother with you!"

The brothers were true to their word.

Indeed, from the car ride to Imperial Garden, no matter what topics their dad tried to engage them in, both remained completely silent.

The older brother wore an indifferent, expressionless face the entire ride, looking out the window, his gaze melancholic and profound, lost in thought.

The younger brother, meanwhile, surveyed the valuable luxury car, finding everything about it fascinating.

This dad might be annoying, but he really was wealthy, much more so than their mom.

But wealth was useless!

He wasn’t a greedy child, even if this scumbag father was made of gold, he wouldn’t care!

Back at the Imperial Garden Villa, Christopher Hart dismissed the servants, planning to personally "tend to" the two little masters.

To bridge the gap, as soon as they entered the house, he took the kids upstairs, right to the "surprise" he had prepared for them.

Upon opening the door, it turned out to be a bedroom decorated with a marine theme.

From the floor to the walls, from the curtains to the bed, the sofa, the wardrobes, the various decorations, every design was artisanally unique, turning the bedroom into a marine-themed playground.

"This is your room, both of you stay together for now. When you grow up a bit, you’ll each have your own room."

Ethan was naturally captivated, his eyes wide and round with surprise as he walked in.

But a second later, his brother pulled him back, "Childish!"

"..." Christopher held back, deliberately exposing him, "You clearly like it. It must be hard to say one thing and feel another, right?"

When he opened the door earlier, he had noticed the spark in the little guy’s eyes.

"..." Noah remained silent.

Christopher left him behind and started with the innocent younger son, "Ethan, those gifts are for you, go ahead and open them to see if you like them."

On the carpet in the center of the bedroom, there were piles of gift boxes as tall as the children, each wrapped exquisitely.

Ethan, curious about what was inside, glanced at his brother and hesitantly approached.

He sat down and opened the first gift box.

"Wow! A Ferrari race car!"

Then unwrapped the second.

"A space shuttle!"

"Cool~ Hogwarts Castle from Harry Potter!"

"Brother! Brother! Come and see, there’s also your favorite BMW motorcycle~ We had one at home too, but mom didn’t bring it back when we returned to the country."

Ethan quickly forgot his principles, excitedly asking while unwrapping gifts, "How did you know Noah and I like LEGO? Last time we went to the mall, mom finally agreed to let us each choose one thing, but then we ran into our sister, and mom disappeared, never coming back. It was the police officer who brought us home."

Christopher knew about that time; he had spoken in detail with Aunt Harper afterward about each "accidental meeting" to find out why they had encountered their mom at the mall.

It turns out, he had brushed past his sons even then.

"Yeah, I saw you getting into the police car," the man nodded in agreement.

That day, when he left the mall, his daughter had mentioned it, and he indeed looked back to see, but never could he have imagined that those two "naughty boys" were his own sons.

"You saw us that day?"

"Yep."

"Then you’re really silly! You didn’t even recognize us."

"..." Just as a smile appeared on his face, thinking he was closing the gap with his younger son, Mr. Hart was unexpectedly stung by the comment.

Meanwhile, Ethan, still oblivious, continued unwrapping gifts, tempting his brother to join in the indulgence.

"Brother, come on! Besides the BMW motorcycle, there’s also Iron Man~ It’s so cool! Oh my, so many, I can’t finish assembling them all, brother!"

Christopher saw that his elder son had good restraint and felt a bit surprised. This awkward temperament was really just like their mom.

"Your brother probably thinks these are childish; if he doesn’t want them, they are all yours," Mr. Hart handled his son with no leniency.

"No way, my brother loves these!"

Ethan, not heartless, picked out the ones he liked and immediately grabbed two more boxes to shove at his brother.

"These are yours."

Mr. Hart was still thinking, this kid is not bad, doesn’t hog everything to himself.

Who knew the little guy was muttering as he walked back, "Anyway, I can’t finish assembling so many; it’s too tiring..."

"..." Christopher felt frustrated.

It turns out, one is sharper than the other; what appeared honest and simple was just a facade.

The phone rang, he took it out and looked, then answered immediately: "What is it so late?"

It was Lucas King, his tone serious, "President Hart, the lawyer just informed me that Lily Garcia has been released on bail today, she’s already left the detention center."

Christopher’s expression visibly darkened, "What happened?"

When the case was initially filed, he had hinted already that it would be dealt with severely, and the judicial process would be expedited to prevent any complications.

How come the news wasn’t about prison sentencing but about being released on bail?

"It’s said... that Lily Garcia is pregnant."

"Pregnant?!" Christopher, usually stoic-faced, was utterly shocked by this news.

He walked out of the children’s bedroom toward the study, "How could she possibly be pregnant?"

On paper, they had been engaged for over four years, but he had never touched this woman.

Now her inexplicably being pregnant – if the news got out, people would naturally assume the child was his.

Lucas was also perplexed, "We’re not clear on how she got pregnant yet; I just heard and reported to you immediately."

"Hmm, hurry and investigate it clearly."

"Yes."

After hanging up, Christopher’s expression took a long while to calm.

It seemed, he had underestimated Fiona Marshall and her daughter’s tactics.

From exposing the truth about the kidney donation until now, over a month had passed.

If it’s true she’s pregnant, it meant they had already planned it well in advance.

But who did Lily Garcia sleep with to get pregnant?

Now they were likely going to pin it all on him.

It must be said, it was a ruthless move.

Once pregnant, not only could she temporarily avoid imprisonment, but she could also stir up the public opinion again.

If she insisted that the child was his...

Christopher’s thoughts grew darker and more regretful the more he thought about it, lamenting how foolish he had been back then, to have been deceived by the Tricky Woman and not stay with the woman he loved!