Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 200: Believe me, that bastard is not mine!

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Believe me, that bastard is not mine!

Christopher Hart hung up the phone and turned to enter his sons’ room.

In truth, he had secretly snuck in the night before.

Sitting beside the bed, he dumbly watched his two children sleeping, feeling as if it were all a dream.

The year he divorced Amelia Garcia, he regretted it the moment he walked out of the civil affairs bureau.

Afterward, he had thought about going back to her.

However, Wendy’s condition had worsened, casting a gloom over the entire family, and he simply couldn’t spare the energy.

Who would have known that a few months later, his daughter, barely alive, would come out of nowhere?

Accompanying the joy of becoming a father, came the tragic news of her death after childbirth.

God knows his feelings were incredibly complex and sorrowful at that moment.

Initially, he intended to immediately investigate everything.

But, due to his daughter being premature and in critical condition, he could only stand vigil outside the hospital room, putting everything else aside.

Over two months later, once the situation with his daughter in the incubator stabilized slightly, he began to look into Amelia Garcia’s situation.

But after so many days had passed, Snow Fitch had enough time to erase all evidence, and the results of his investigation confirmed what Snow had told him.

His ex-wife had severe postpartum hemorrhaging, couldn’t be saved in time, and did not survive the delivery room after giving birth.

Four months later, when his daughter was discharged from the hospital, he took the fragile and petite little girl to visit the cemetery.

No one knew that as he stood in front of his ex-wife’s tombstone, his eyes were blurred with tears.

At that time, he felt that being left with a daughter was a significant blessing from God.

But unexpectedly, along with his daughter, two sons also came into his life.

Christopher stood by the bed, watching the two still sleeping little fellows, his face tenderly incredible, as a smile unconsciously formed on his lips.

How miraculous, he actually had three children!

He was the father of two boys and one girl!

Staring blankly, he couldn’t bear to wake the brothers.

Just watching them like this was a form of happiness.

But suddenly, his mobile phone rang in his pocket.

He was startled, hastily took out the phone, and turned off the ringtone, but the little ones on the bed were already stirring—frowning, turning over, and stretching.

Glancing at the caller ID, his expression darkened slightly as he answered the phone and walked outside.

"How did the investigation go?"

"President Hart, after Lily Garcia left the detention center last night, she returned to a property under Fiona Marshall’s name. Our people watched all night and didn’t see her interacting with anyone."

"Alone?"

"Yes, alone. However, in the early hours, she ordered takeout, and the delivery person left after delivering the food."

"Did you clear up her whereabouts before she was arrested?"

"Still investigating..."

Lucas King hesitated then suggested, "President Hart, should we find Michael Garcia to understand the situation? Maybe he knows something."

Christopher Hart briefly pondered, then nodded, "Hmm, I’ll arrange that. Keep someone on her and report any developments to me immediately. Also, keep an eye on online activity, any signs of trouble must be dealt with promptly."

Now alone, Lily Garcia might stir up trouble, and though Michael Garcia was her stepfather, he was always selfish and likely wouldn’t help her.

If she wanted to cause disgust through social media exposure, the only method available would be highly effective and needs immediate blocking.

After hanging up the phone, Christopher Hart was in a foul mood.

Originally, he thought that the biggest difficulty coming up was wooing back Amelia Garcia for a harmonious family reunion.

He never imagined that Lily Garcia would turn out to be an indestructible pest.

Back in the children’s bedroom, the two little ones had already sat up, looking dazed and foolish, as if they had forgotten where they were.

However, upon seeing him, the eldest became visibly alert.

"Who let you in? Don’t you know how to knock?" Noah’s tone was unfriendly, mimicking that of an adult.

"This is my house, I can go wherever I want." Christopher was in a bad mood, but sparring verbally with his son cleared the gloom from his chest.

"Now that you’ve given us this room, it’s our territory."

"Is that so? Then may I ask, are you satisfied with this territory?"

The man suddenly laughed, adopting an attitude of not holding a grudge, which made Noah feel somewhat embarrassed.

The little guy rolled over, slid backward off the bed, and grumbled, "Not satisfied, I’m not staying here again!"

"Ha, saying one thing and meaning another." Christopher looked at his son’s proud little figure and mercilessly exposed him.

Last night, the brothers played with Legos until almost midnight.

They slept like little pigs during the night; he came and went without them knowing.

It was clear they were very accustomed, very satisfied, very secure.

"Quick, wash up. Your mom will be here soon, and we’ll have breakfast together."

Christopher went downstairs, and Amelia had already arrived.

When Hope saw her dad, she threw herself into his arms for a hug.

Christopher, incredibly strong, habitually let his daughter hang from his neck.

Amelia caught a glimpse and hesitated.

In her mind, whenever the daughter was with him, she clung like a koala on a tree, and those little legs just dangled uselessly.

She wanted to say, don’t spoil her like that.

But then she thought, girls should be treated with gentle, meticulous care.

Having such a devoted father was a stroke of luck for the little girl.

Christopher indulged in cuddling his daughter for a while, then placed her at the dining table for breakfast. He turned, his gaze falling on Amelia, and spoke in a deep voice, "Hungry? Or shall we talk about something first?"

The call from Lucas King earlier had intensified his unease.

Lily Garcia was a ticking time bomb; he didn’t want their already precarious relationship to suffer another fissure.

So, some things needed to be clarified quickly.

Amelia looked at him; her pretty face was very calm, and she asked, "Are you talking about Lily Garcia?"

Christopher was surprised, his expression stunned, "You already know?"

Before Amelia could answer, he realized, "Has that woman approached you?"

Not wanting to discuss this in front of the children, Amelia walked toward the back garden.

Christopher hurried after her.

Just outside the glass door, he stepped forward, grabbed her, and his face lost its composure: "What did she tell you? Did she talk about being pregnant? She definitely told you the child is mine, you must—"

Amelia turned around, her eyes still calm, sizing up the agitated man, "Why are you panicking so much?"

With her question, Christopher calmed down.

Right, why panic.

He was innocent, what was there to panic about?

This panic could only make it seem like there was a problem, that the child really was his.

"I...no, I just didn’t expect her to come to you stirring up trouble so soon. I got the news a bit late last night, worried it would upset you, so I didn’t say anything."

"There’s no need to deliberately tell me these things."

His expression serious, the man solemnly said, "Of course there is! Apart from our past involvement due to that so-called favor, I really have been absolutely clear with her. I’ve never touched her, and that child of unknown origin has nothing to do with me!"

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