Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 211: Super Heart-Wrenching

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Super Heart-Wrenching

Facing many relatives and friends, Christopher Hart didn’t want to make his parents lose face.

But thinking about how he had been desperately trying to win his ex-wife back, while his parents were tirelessly sabotaging him behind his back, he was furious!

He held back again and again, and he didn’t kick his parents out, but in front of everyone, he spoke harshly, "Hope doesn’t need grandparents who favor others like you do. Those two brothers also have nothing to do with the Hart Family anymore, so you should just enjoy your retirement and stay out of my affairs!"

Emma Carter was so angry she raised her hand, pointing at her son but unable to speak.

George Hart was even more furious, "You little bastard! If you could handle these damn problems, would we need to step in? What do you mean they have nothing to do with the Hart Family? Are you going to dishonor your ancestors?"

Despite his parents’ rage, Christopher paid them no heed, he handed his two sons over to Benny Palmer to watch, and turned around to chase after his daughter and ex-wife.

Holding up her dress, Hope ran across the backyard and into the house, then up the stairs.

As she climbed the stairs, the little girl accidentally stepped on her dress and fell with a "thud" on the staircase.

"Hope, Hope!"

"Hope, be careful—ah!" Amelia Garcia screamed when she saw her daughter fall, quickening her pace.

But the little girl looked back, saw that her mother was catching up, and despite the intense pain and tears, she got up and continued running.

Until she burst into the room and slammed the door shut!

Amelia’s dress was too cumbersome to run in, so by the time she reached the room and tried the doorknob, she found it had already been locked.

She could only lean against the door, knocking urgently, "Hope, don’t leave Mommy behind. Whatever it is, can you talk to Mommy about it, please?"

Inside it was quiet, but the sound of the child’s crying could be heard.

Amelia’s heart was tearing apart.

It must have been the things Emma said; the child understood them and thought her mother didn’t want her and had abandoned her.

"Hope, you are Mommy’s treasure. Don’t listen to what others say. Mommy has always loved you and has never forgotten you. That’s why Mommy came back... to see you..." She squatted on the ground, leaning against the door, coaxing gently and patiently.

Meanwhile, in the room, the little girl who was huddled behind the door and hugging herself heard this and became even more distraught.

"It’s not true... You like brother more, not me... because I’m a girl... they all... all said that... When I was born... you threw me away... threw me away..."

Hope cried and spoke her grievances in broken sentences, gasping for breath, breaking the listener’s heart.

"No, my treasure, Mommy loves you as much as she loves your brother. It’s just that when you were born, you were so small and in such dangerous condition, Mommy couldn’t take care of you then, and your Daddy could, that’s why Mommy sent you to be with Daddy."

"Baby, Mommy has always been thinking of you, missing you so much. Even though Mommy wasn’t by your side, she always had Aunt Snow Fitch keep an eye on you. Mommy has always been looking forward to seeing you..."

Amelia didn’t care if her young daughter could understand all of this; she just knew that she couldn’t let her child be left with scars; she had to make her love abundantly clear.

Christopher Hart arrived, knelt down to support her, and asked anxiously, "What happened? What’s wrong with Hope?"

Seeing him, Amelia’s anger surged, and she lashed out with several punches, "It’s all your parents’ fault! They don’t like Hope, that’s fine, but why did they have to say those things to hurt her? Hope thinks I’m just like your parents, that I only want her brother and don’t want her!"

Tears fell uncontrollably as the woman screamed and thrashed, thinking of her daughter’s words, her heart felt as if it were being torn by a sharp saw.

It was a sin!

Why must the innocents bear the burden of the grudges and mistakes of the adults?

She was still so young, her tender heart could only hold innocence and beauty.

Christopher’s face was a mix of agony and anxiety, he grabbed her wrists to hold her, and apologized sincerely, "In this matter, indeed, my parents were wrong. Over the years, I’ve been trying to change their attitude towards Hope, but..."

"Change? Impossible! Their rejection of Hope is just like their prejudice against me; it will never change in this lifetime!"

Amelia turned away from him and continued to knock on the door, "Hope... you have to believe Mommy, Mommy loves you so, so much, I’ve never thought of abandoning you, I just wanted you to live well, that’s why I left you with Daddy for a while."

Christopher Hart furrowed his brows tightly, stood up, and twisted the doorknob, observing that the door was locked, he immediately asked Aunt Harper, who was standing by the stairs, to bring the key.

Once he had the key, he turned around to unlock the door.

But Amelia suddenly grabbed his hand, "No, don’t force your way in like this, or she’ll only get more agitated and resistant."

The man looked at her, confidently said, "No, she won’t, I understand her."

His treasure would never resist Daddy.

After he spoke, he shook off the woman’s hand, and the key went into the lock.

Inside, Hope realized someone was about to unlock the door, immediately scrambled up, and with all her might, pressed against the door panel, screaming at the top of her lungs, "I don’t want you to come in! You’re not allowed in! Not allowed!"

But how strong was Christopher Hart? The lock was turned, and with a push, he opened the door.

"Hope, it’s Daddy... will you come into Daddy’s arms?"

He reached out to his daughter, but the little girl began screaming almost hysterically.

"No! I don’t want to see you, don’t want to!"

Amelia had seen children cry, throw tantrums, roll on the ground, gasp for air until almost breathless in videos, but she never imagined this scene would happen to her own daughter.

How cute and sensible a sprite was Hope!

How heartbroken, how disappointed must she be to behave as if she had become a different person, crying in this manner, rejecting her closest mommy and daddy like this?

Amelia’s heart ached almost to the point of suffocation.

"My baby..." She stood at the door, not daring to step further inside, tears streaming, heart-rending, "you will always be Mommy’s baby, Mommy has always loved you, truly..."

At this moment, Amelia’s regrets were tearing her apart.

How could she have been so foolish to send her daughter away?

She should have done everything possible, should have gone to a big hospital with advanced medical techniques for the birth early on, what would it matter if someone discovered her?

At least she could have been there to save the child, to keep her precious baby close.

She was the one at fault, she had hurt her poor innocent daughter.

Christopher Hart, still reaching out, continued to walk towards the little girl, but Hope screamed, turned, and ran, hiding in the bathroom, "Don’t come over here! Don’t come anymore... sob sob sob..."

"Don’t push her any further!" Seeing the man was about to follow, Amelia grabbed him, eyes swollen and filled with sorrow, "Let her have some quiet for a while, she can’t hear anything you’re saying right now."

Christopher Hart hadn’t expected his daughter to lose control of her emotions, crying like this.

Before they had come, the little girl had been quite happy.

He looked down and saw Amelia crying like a waterfall, cooled down a bit, then embraced her, his expression softened, self-reproachfully said, "I’m sorry, you entrusted our daughter to me, but I haven’t been able to make her feel complete love."

Amelia truly blamed him, yet also felt immense guilt.

The man wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace, but she stubbornly refused to yield, her arms braced against him as she kept hitting him, both venting and in frustration.

But Christopher Hart refused to let go, his arms tightened their grip, and in the end, he held her firmly in his embrace.

"I’m sorry... Amelia, sorry, it’s all my fault..."