Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 201: Taking a Poisonous Oath to Prove Innocence

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Taking a Poisonous Oath to Prove Innocence

He spoke with excitement, his expression solemn, his eyes fixed intently on the woman.

Amelia Garcia looked at him very calmly yet didn’t say a word.

Christopher Hart understood immediately, a trace of despair flickered in his eyes, "You don’t believe me..."

The woman’s expression slightly froze, and her delicate, attractive brows furrowed.

Actually, it wasn’t that she didn’t believe him.

She knew what kind of temper this man had; he might be a scoundrel, but he was a scoundrel with principles.

He would never deny what he had done, and he would never admit what he hadn’t, even if it killed him.

This was Christopher Hart, after all, arrogant and unruly, always aloof. When had he ever cared about how others saw him?

So, why bother lying?

Lily Garcia must have dreamt of crawling into his bed, but with his taste—honestly, he wouldn’t fancy that kind of woman.

After all, he was the man who had slept beside her for over three years.

His palate had long since become discerning.

Thinking this, Amelia Garcia was shocked by the thought that had crossed her mind!

Did she actually believe that after having her, Christopher Hart would not fancy or sleep with any ordinary woman?

This—was absurd!

While she was distracted, Christopher Hart, watching her silent figure, felt his heart become completely chaotic!

He had received the message from Lily Garcia last night and didn’t tell her immediately for fear that it would be unclear over the phone, that she wouldn’t believe him, and that she would senselessly jump to conclusions and write him off.

Who knew that Lily Garcia, that wretch, would actually beat him to it and sow discord!

"Amelia, we’ve known each other for so many years, don’t you know what kind of person I am? Didn’t you already find out yesterday? These past few years... I’ve always—"

Christopher Hart became incoherent amidst her silence, and though his voice didn’t rise, the urgency clearly doubled.

Amelia Garcia watched his anxious and panicked state, and for some reason, a sense of vengeful pleasure crossed her heart.

"The human heart is a mystery, so what if we’ve known each other for many years? I’ve long felt that you’re not the Brother Christopher I knew."

"You—"

"Although Lily Garcia really isn’t much, what man hasn’t had moments of lust? A night of passion is nothing unusual. But now you know I’m still alive and you know about the triplets, so after weighing the options, you think it’s more worthwhile to go back, hence you don’t want to admit it, right?"

Amelia Garcia didn’t expect herself to be so wicked, to so skillfully feign ignorance and injustice with such sound and logic.

But she was just that bad.

Anyway, when they wronged her all those years ago without reason, they too stood their ground with righteousness!

What was her little "revenge" in comparison?

Christopher Hart, listening to her sure words, his handsome face anxious and gloomy, suddenly raised a hand, "If I ever touched her, may I never rise again in this lifetime, okay?"

The woman frowned, her eyes mockingly glanced at his waist, and her beautiful lips curved slightly, "Isn’t that curse a bit harsh? Besides, matters of physiology—are they really within your control? You say it won’t rise and it won’t?"

Ah—

Amelia Garcia felt she was not only wicked but also shameless!

How could she say such a shameless thing without blushing or losing breath?

Sure enough, Christopher Hart was stunned by her as well.

In his memory, she had always been shy, barely able to endure hearing half a lewd joke between men and women without wishing the ground would swallow her up.

But now, she dared to blatantly tease him in broad daylight!

Christopher Hart stared at her with an extremely strange look in his eyes, as if he didn’t know her.

Amelia Garcia, having spoken those words, realized she had become "bolder" only after seeing Christopher Hart staring at her in that way, and then belatedly, she blushed with shame and felt uncomfortable all over.

"Well, you’ve said everything that needed to be said, this matter has nothing to do with me, how you handle it is your business, I’m just here to pick up my son." Feeling the heat in her cheeks and ears, she hurriedly tried to smooth things over, not daring to look at the man as she turned to go inside.

Without stopping her, Christopher stood there stiffly, his expression was depressive and his complexion suffocated.

After a while, he turned his head to look at the sky outside, furrowing his brows, his handsome face growing colder.

Lily Garcia...

His phone rang, interrupting his gloomy thoughts. It was Lucas King calling, and he immediately answered.

"President Hart, the people watching Lily Garcia just reported that she’s left her place, took a cab... and from the direction, it seems like she’s headed for Imperial Garden."

Christopher’s already dark face turned ice-cold, "She’s coming to find me?"

"It seems like it..." Lucas King replied, then asked, "Should we stop her?"

Christopher clenched his teeth in frustration, ran a hand through his hair, pondered briefly, then ordered, "No need, let her come."

"Understood."

Ending the call, Christopher turned and walked back into the house.

In the living room, Amelia was hurrying the three children through breakfast as they were pressed for time, urging them as she ate.

"Daddy, come quick, your coffee is still hot!" Hope Hart, seeing her beloved father approach, sensibly called out to him.

His daughter was finally acting like a sweet little treasure, which was particularly welcome to Mr. Hart, whose mood was depressed and irritable. His expression softened slightly.

Amelia caught sight of him sitting down, seemingly unconcerned, and continued to hurry the two boys.

"She’s going to come to me later. If you don’t believe me, you can listen to her confront me in person," Christopher said in a low voice, fixing a cold stare at Amelia’s indifferent face.

"What?" Amelia started, looking towards him, "Who... who’s coming to find you? You mean Lily Garcia? She’s coming? Right now?"

As she asked, her eyes darted to the living room door, as if worried that Lily Garcia might already be there.

"Yes, she’s most likely coming to negotiate terms with me."

"That won’t do! Then we need to leave even quicker!" Amelia stuffed a steamed bun into her mouth, then pulled Noah and Ethan to their feet, "Hurry up, mommy is going to be late for work. Take this to eat on the way, let’s go, go, go."

Christopher’s expression changed abruptly, unable to keep face in front of the children, "What do you mean?"

His anger surged, his tone stern: "You don’t trust me, I won’t force you. But now, when I have the chance to prove my innocence, you don’t even want to give me a chance?"

Amelia, dragging her sons, turned to look at him and said, "I don’t want to get involved in any grudges between you and Lily Garcia. She knows about Noah and Ethan now, I can’t let her see the two brothers, who knows what she might do if she goes crazy!"

Lily Garcia had called yesterday claiming she was pregnant, and now you could murder someone and not go to prison.

This deranged woman, consumed by jealousy, with a twisted mind—what if she conceived some conspiracy or scheme after seeing the children?

Even if Christopher had power and influence to send protection, he couldn’t guarantee the children’s safety one hundred percent.

The best plan was to not let her see them at all, to not provoke her twisted and perverse mind.

"Hope, mommy is taking your brothers and leaving first, I’ll come see you when I have time," Amelia said to her daughter after speaking to Christopher, then hurriedly pulled the two boys along and rushed to the car.

Christopher watched as Amelia and the boys quickly left, feeling a swelling flame of frustration in his heart. His fist rested on the dining table as he clenched it involuntarily, hard.

This woman, she truly didn’t love him anymore.

She didn’t care at all whether he had slept with another woman, had children...

Otherwise, her reaction wouldn’t be so calm and rational.

How could she just stop loving him after so many years?

Seeing her father’s grim face and the severe look in his eyes, Hope watched pensively for a moment before timidly calling out, "Daddy..."

Christopher snapped out of his thoughts but did not comfort his daughter, instead he commanded in a loud voice, "Aunt Harper, take Miss Hope upstairs."

"Yes," Aunt Harper understood his intention and immediately came over to coax Hope to go upstairs for breakfast.

The dining room was left with just Christopher sitting there alone, in solitude. Before long, Fuller reported, "President Hart, a car has arrived outside, the person who got out... is Second Miss Garcia."

Christopher took a sip of coffee, his face showing no fluctuation, and spoke coldly, "Let her in."