Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 207: If I hadn’t bullied your mom, how could I have had you guys?

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: If I hadn’t bullied your mom, how could I have had you guys?

She was so wronged herself that under normal circumstances, a man would have stormed off to prove his innocence.

But Christopher Hart had never played by the rules.

Since he was already branded a rogue, wouldn’t it be a loss not to act like one?

Therefore, Amelia Garcia clearly saw his face turning grim. She thought he was about to storm off in anger, but then he suddenly sneered coldly,

"Since you’ve seen through my intentions, so be it—After all, we were once husband and wife, Miss Norton. Would you like to rekindle the passion we had?" His charm was devilish.

From his expression to his words, he was unrestrained enough to drive someone insane.

"Back then, we were quite compatible, don’t you miss it at all?"

Amelia Garcia’s face turned livid with anger. "Shameless!"

His smile, icy and sudden, then leaned over to kiss her again!

She panicked, quickly holding her hand against his jaw, turning her face away.

But how could her little strength resist a determined man?

Christopher Hart grabbed her hand, pinned it above her head, and his thin lips once again captured her breath.

This time, the man lost all his previous patience and gentleness.

His wild and rough kiss felt more like revenge and venting.

Amelia Garcia panicked.

This bastard, he wouldn’t force himself on her in front of the kids, would he?

The children would resent him for a lifetime!

"Christopher... calm down, don’t do this... Noah and Ethan are still outside, if they find out... ah, it hurts! Christopher, you bastard!"

She struggled and pushed against the man, trying to persuade him not to mess around, but the guy went ahead and bit her!

Amelia Garcia cried out in pain, frantically reaching for something on the bedside table to hit him with.

Before she could grab anything, a young, angry shout suddenly came from the room: "What are you doing! Villain! Stop bullying my mom!"

Noah burst in, yelling angrily.

Both people on the bed turned their heads, and Amelia Garcia, caught off guard, couldn’t even straighten her clothes before she saw her eldest son, as agile as a small leopard, jump onto the bed, and leap onto the man.

"Villain! Big villain! I’ll hit you!"

The commotion in the room alarmed Ethan who was eating outside, and before Amelia Garcia could react, she saw her younger son rush in.

Like his brother, he jumped onto the bed, climbed atop his father, and started punching and kicking.

Amelia Garcia was pressed underneath.

If the weight of three people were all to press down on her, she would surely be suffocated.

But in reality, not much weight was on her.

Looking up, she realized that the bastard had his hands propped against the bed, his body slightly raised in a perfect plank position, effectively shielding her from the weight of the two little fellows.

"I told you to stop bullying my mom! Villain! You’re not allowed at our house anymore!"

"Hmph! Do you think just because you brought Little Dunham we would forgive you? Little Dunham is Little Dunham, you are you! Our family doesn’t welcome you!"

Christopher Hart, ridden and beaten by the two kids, with a delicate woman underneath him, looked utterly embarrassed...

Words could hardly describe it!

He wanted to turn over, afraid of knocking the kids to the floor, but if he didn’t, how could he keep on holding like this?

It was Amelia Garcia, initially furious, was almost about to grab the table lamp and crack his skull open—yet seeing him miserably handled by their sons, both hitting and scolding, and his helpless look almost made her burst out laughing.

Although she hid it well, suppressing her curled lips, the man sharply caught it.

Their eyes met, and Amelia Garcia immediately scowled, scolding, "Get off! Don’t you have any shame in front of the children?"

Christopher Hart ignored him and let his own son continue to act out, coldly huffing in a similar unpleasant tone, "The three ungrateful brats you’ve raised are just as soulless as you are."

"You’re the one who’s soulless!"

The man didn’t bother with him anymore, carrying the two little ones on his back, slowly moving aside.

Amelia Garcia’s face turned red, and she couldn’t help but smile as she quickly wriggled out of his arms.

"Alright, alright, Noah, Ethan, stop fighting. Doesn’t that hurt?" She got up on her knees and grabbed the two little rascals.

Noah had started it, and now that he was tired, as soon as his mom pulled him, he slid off his back with the momentum.

Christopher sat up, protecting his younger son with one hand behind him, slowly setting him down on the bed.

Staring at his two sons, Mr. Hart felt indescribably tormented.

It was challenging enough to use a dog to bridge the gap with his sons.

Now things were back to square one, even a few steps further back than before.

Seeing the stern look on their father’s face, Noah and Ethan felt somewhat apprehensive.

Yet thinking of the "bad guy" in front of them and what he had done to their mom, the little ones gathered their courage again.

"Hmph! If you dare bully mom again, we’ll beat you up!"

Christopher chuckled half-heartedly, his thumb wiping the sweat off his forehead as he casually sat up in bed, speaking shockingly.

"Fools! How could I have fathered you if I hadn’t bullied your mom?"

"Christopher!" Amelia’s mind almost exploded as she scolded sharply, "Can’t you stop talking nonsense in front of the kids!"

"It’s the truth. How is that nonsense?" he replied coolly, devilishly charming.

"..." Amelia was speechless.

It’s not that she couldn’t out-talk this jerk—it’s just that her skin wasn’t as thick as his!

Fuming, she moved off the bed, standing by its edge with a cold face and issuing an eviction order, "You can leave now! The kids and I don’t welcome you!"

Ethan: "Yes, leave! We don’t welcome you!"

Noah: "And Little Dunham too! We don’t need him either! Hmph! Don’t think you can bribe us!"

Ethan suddenly turned back and called out, "Bro! We should keep Little Dunham!"

"Are you stupid? Little Dunham was his gift, we can’t keep it!"

"But Little Dunham is so innocent... I really like Little Dunham... waaaa..." Ethan burst into tears.

Amelia quickly comforted her younger son, glaring hatefully at the calm culprit, her anger growing. "It’s all your fault! Just go!"

Mr. Hart sighed deeply, his long legs descended, slowly getting up.

"Enough, men should not cry and make such a fuss, what does that look like!" He stretched his hand to stroke his son’s head, half scolding, half comforting.

But Ethan was unimpressed and slapped his hand away, "Mind your own business! I want to cry, I will cry! Waaaa... my Little Dunham..."

"..." Noah rolled his eyes in disdain.

How could he have such a foolish brother!

"Don’t worry, I won’t take Little Dunham away. You guys take good care of it."

"Really?" Ethan immediately brightened up, turning around and running out to find Little Dunham.

Christopher frowned, "Did he inherit this foolishness from you?"

Amelia didn’t bother to respond, just coldly side-eyed him, "Are you leaving or do I need to get a broom to chase you out?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Noah quickly ran off and soon actually came back with a broom.

"Mom, here!"

Christopher looked at his eldest son, now genuinely angry, "You—little rascal!"