Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 209 Are You Here to Deliberately Humiliate Me?

Chapter 209: Chapter 209 Are You Here to Deliberately Humiliate Me?

Christopher stared at his ex-wife of over five years, as if he had never laid eyes on her before.

A woman who, after divorce, became even more beautiful, possessed greater elegance, appeared fresher, and more confident—what did that indicate?

It indicated that the marriage had not nurtured her, but rather drained her.

It indicated she hadn’t found the happiness of a good marriage, hadn’t met the right person.

What could be more of a blow to Christopher’s pride than this realization?

Nothing.

He was once again attracted to, even transfixed by, his ex-wife, who had transformed and was radiant with dazzling light.

The guests also started to discuss.

"Is that really Amelia?"

"It must be! Totally genuine!"

"She’s becoming prettier and prettier, hardly looks like a mother of three."

"I can’t believe it, people thought she was dead for years, and here she is, alive and well."

"This woman is truly capable."

"How can you not say so?"

The women whispered among themselves, initially discussing Amelia.

But soon, everyone’s attention was captured by the children next to the woman.

Up until a few days ago, there had only been rumors and hearsay online; none had truly seen these two children.

And now, here was Amelia Garcia, brazenly appearing with them. Upon a closer look at the children’s faces—they were clearly Christopher’s offspring, weren’t they?

The children combined the best features of both their parents, surpassing even the original.

Everyone was astonished and envious of Christopher as they discussed amongst themselves while also understanding why he was still entangled with his ex-wife.

Christopher paid no heed to the whisperings around him, all his focus pulled towards that woman.

Not even Queen Elsa could match her brilliance.

Benny Palmer had originally been sneakily recording the event on his phone, but when he noticed the tall foreigner standing next to Amelia’s son, he immediately frowned, nudged his absent-minded friend, and whispered, "Hey, how come your top rival has shown up?"

Christopher snapped back to reality, his gaze shifting to notice the foreigner beside his woman’s son. His expression darkened instantly, his eyes chilling by several degrees!

What did this mean?

When had this guy come back?

Was he even invited?

Fully aware that this woman was off-limits, yet still insisting on hanging around, how shameless!

Christopher clamped down on his back teeth tightly, his fist clenched covertly within his sleeve, his presence fierce as he walked towards them.

Benny noticed something was wrong and immediately signaled to Lucas King with his eyes, both of them following.

"Young Master Palmer," whispered Lucas, "there are too many people here, don’t do anything rash."

The man, expressionless, continued straight towards the "family of five," unresponsive.

"Mommy, you’re so beautiful! I like Queen Elsa the most. When I grow up, I want to be Queen Elsa!" Hope looked up at her mother, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Amelia looked at her precious daughter, carved from pink jade, lavishing praise in return, "Happy birthday, baby. You’re the prettiest one here today!"

Kane pulled out a gift box, bending his tall frame and with halting Chinese said, "Happy birthday, Baby Hope. Uncle has brought you a present. It matches your dress today perfectly."

With that, he opened the gift box to reveal a glittering crown lying inside.

"Wow..." The little girl’s mouth dropped open in surprise, "It’s so beautiful!"

"Amelia, help her put it on."

"Of course!" Amelia immediately took the crown and delicately placed it on her daughter’s head.

"My sister is prettier than a princess," cheered Noah.

"Sister, happy birthday. Here’s the gift from your brother." Noah presented a flat gift box tied with a beautiful silk ribbon—it was a portrait he had drawn himself.

Hope put on the Crown and immediately puffed up with pride, looking splendid.

But even with her joy and pleasure, she was not receptive to her brothers’ affections, speaking in her childish voice, "Hmph, I only invited Mom, why did you all follow?"

Amelia’s expression subtly changed, and before she could speak, a low, authoritative voice said, "Hope, don’t talk to your brothers like that."

Several people looked up to see a dignified man in a custom suit walking towards them with a commanding presence.

Amelia instantly became tense, glancing at Kane subconsciously.

"If you like the Crown, Daddy will buy one for you. What do you need someone else’s for?" Christopher Hart approached and upon seeing the birthday gift on his daughter’s head, reached out to take it off.

"Don’t!" But the little girl was quick to react, covering her head with her hands and swiftly hiding behind her mother.

"This is my birthday gift! You can’t touch it even if you are Daddy!" Hiding behind her mother, Hope glared with her sparkling big eyes, reasoning with her father, whose expression was both foul and cold.

Amelia was not surprised by his reaction.

She turned slightly to protect her daughter in her arms, and in a low voice, reminded the angry man, "Do you really want to upset the child on this special day? It’s just a birthday gift. Don’t make people laugh at us."

Her words brought his attention back to her, his gaze returning to that delicate and captivating face.

He stared, suddenly forgetting to speak.

Amelia, seeing his expression, realized what was going on and felt a warmth in her ears and silently cursed him for being such a scoundrel.

In front of a room full of guests, he could still lose his composure like that, shameless indeed.

Kane noticed the situation and, to alleviate the awkwardness, extended his hand with a slight smile, "Mr. Hart, we meet again. It’s the beloved’s birthday, I’ve come to join the fun."

Christopher Hart blinked and looked at him but made no move to shake hands, "Who invited you? You’re not welcome here."

Noah stepped forward, "I invited Kane. He’s my good friend!"

Christopher Hart looked at his son and noticed that both little guys were wearing suits, complementing his own. This father and son trio looked as if they were in matching outfits, which inexplicably improved his mood.

"A good friend? He’s old enough to be your father."

"When he marries Mom, he will be my dad!"

"..." Christopher Hart’s face was immediately a picture of amusement.

Even Benny Palmer, who was watching the spectacle, almost burst out laughing.

Indeed, like father, like son!

"Noah!" The woman called out urgently in a low voice and gave her son a covert look, finally understanding why the little guy was so eager to have Kane come along.

So it was to deliberately provoke someone.

This was certainly not her teaching; she feared yet another misunderstanding.

Just as the atmosphere reached a peak of awkwardness, another cheerful voice arrived, "You’re all here? What are you standing around for?"

Everyone looked up or glanced back to see Snow Fitch had arrived.

She was also leading a little boy.

Christopher Hart was in no mood for pleasantries, but he didn’t greet the guest.

Fortunately, Snow Fitch didn’t mind and stepped forward to hand a gift to Hope, "Baby, happy birthday. I wish you happiness every day and good health."

"Thank you, Aunt Snow Fitch."

Amelia looked at the little boy aside from her best friend and realized, "Your brother’s child?"

"Exactly, my very own genuine nephew! Jacob, say hello to aunty."

The little boy immediately greeted, "Hello, aunty."

"Such a well-behaved child."

Christopher Hart watched from the side with a cold gaze, speaking in an extremely unpleasant tone, "Are you deliberately here to humiliate me?"

"Look at what you’re saying, President Hart," Snow Fitch looked at him, and smiled, "Weren’t you the one who personally invited me, saying Hope has few playmates, and asked me to bring my nephew for more fun?"

Seeing Christopher Hart’s expression growing darker, Snow Fitch continued to add fuel to the fire, "What, the noble gentleman has a short memory and doesn’t remember his own words?"