Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 216 I gave birth to it, I’m willing!

Chapter 216: Chapter 216 I gave birth to it, I’m willing!

Amelia Garcia would not have been so biased toward Kane, and Christopher Hart’s state of mind would have been somewhat more normal.

When she yelled those words, it undoubtedly added fuel to the fire for someone.

"He helps you only because he has ulterior motives; do you think he does this out of charity? All men, who doesn’t know what they’re thinking?"

Christopher stood by the dining table, watching the plate of Osmanthus Honey Glazed Ribs that Little Dunham had almost finished, fuming.

The children, frightened by his increasingly raised voice, looked back and stared at him.

Kane was watching him, too.

Christopher only realized what his rival meant by the question he had asked earlier after learning Amelia had made the call.

Certainly, he hadn’t snitched.

This small issue wasn’t worth complaining about behind their backs—after all, with three children present, it wasn’t possible to start a physical fight.

Even if it ever came to that point, he wasn’t necessarily going to lose.

So, he had nothing to fear.

"Christopher, when will you learn to be humble and keep your thoughts to yourself? Why must you always impose your vile ideas on others?"

Seeing the three pairs of eyes staring at him, Christopher finally subdued himself somewhat, his tone softened, "I am telling the truth; you’re a mother, how can you still be so naive?"

This showed that he was capable of humility; it just depended on the person.

"Naive? It’s you who is dark-hearted; you see no good in anyone!"

"Me, dark-hearted?" he asked himself, suddenly unable to defend.

Since their reunion, he had been labeled countless times. No matter what he did, he couldn’t change the terrible impression he had left on his ex-wife.

"Forget it..." exhausted by their consistent arguing over the past few days, he proactively added, "It’s noon, go eat after you finish your work. I don’t want to argue about this anymore; goodbye."

He didn’t wait for her to respond and hung up the phone first.

On the other end, Amelia Garcia, hearing the disconnect tone, put down her phone and rolled her eyes, "Who wants to argue with you! You’re being unreasonable! Hopeless!"

Too upset to eat now.

She tossed her phone aside and sulked for a while then thought of Kane and quickly picked up her phone again to send him a WhatsApp message.

"Ding-dong," as soon as the message noise sounded, Kane put down his cutlery and picked up his phone.

Before he could unlock it, it was snatched away.

"You—"

Christopher saw the message content, and although it was in English, he was fluent.

[Don’t take him seriously no matter what he says or does, I’ll come home early this afternoon.]

This message... wasn’t too bad.

But what really upset him was another discovery!

This guy had only one friend saved in his WhatsApp account! Labeled "Baby".

Baby!

Damn, that’s so cheesy!

It meant he downloaded WhatsApp solely to communicate with Amelia Garcia.

The chat background was even more over the top!

It was a photo of that woman and the three children!

When was this taken?

Christopher, who had no connection to them, kept a photo of his woman and kids as a chat background to look at from time to time—had he lost his mind?

Though Kane was surprised and dissatisfied having his phone taken, he didn’t immediately snatch it back.

Seeing Christopher’s face change, stormy and conflicted, he understood and casually, with a sense of superiority, explained in his broken Chinese, raising his hands and shrugging, "The photo... was taken a while ago... How is it, not bad, right? Don’t you have... their group photo? If not, I can... send it to you."

Christopher swore he believed in civility and opposed violence, and he considered fighting a sign of weakness.

But at that moment, looking at his rival’s calm yet deliberately provoking face, he imagined countless ways to knock him out.

"No need, only a loser who can’t have what they want would indulge over a photo," Mr. Hart said arrogantly and tossed the phone back to him, looking toward his beloved children, "I can truly have them; do I need such pitiful self-consolation?"

Kane shrugged and smirked, taking the phone indifferently.

Christopher pulled out a chair and sat down, starting to eat the meal he had prepared, "If I were you, I’d have quit already to save some face and dignity, don’t you think?"

Kane shook his head confidently, "If she... had to choose between you and me, she would definitely... without hesitation, choose me. So that speech... you should have said it to yourself more."

Christopher, never one to lose in spirit even when hit where it hurts, stubbornly retorted, "She’s just acting out of spite, refusing to forgive me for the time being. With three children together, can she refuse to forgive me forever?"

"You shouldn’t... use, the children, to make a point..."

"They’re mine; I’ll do as I please."

Finally, Kane had no response.

Mr. Hart, with hidden satisfaction, began to boast to the children about the other dishes.

But the three little stomachs were already full from the Kobe Beef Steak; they couldn’t eat anything else.

In the end, Little Dunham benefited again.

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In the evening, Amelia Garcia finished work half an hour early.

As she got to the entrance of her apartment block, just as she was using the entry system, a delivery guy hurriedly ran up.

Politely, she waited and let the delivery guy through, saving him some time.

"Thank you," the delivery guy nodded to her.

"You’re welcome."

Entering the elevator, Amelia pressed her floor number first. Seeing the delivery guy holding his phone in one hand and the food in the other, she courteously asked, "Which floor?"

The delivery guy glanced at the buttons and mentioned a floor number higher than hers.

Amelia pressed the button for him.

Focused on the thought of the two men, three children, and a dog at home, Amelia kept her eyes on the display hoping to reach quickly, not noticing the delivery guy’s sneaky glances.

"Ding-dong," the elevator arrived.

The delivery guy quickly looked away.

But once Amelia exited, he quickly stuck his head out to look again.

As the elevator continued upwards, the delivery guy took out his phone to make a call.

"Hello, Lily... I know where she lives now."

On the other end of the phone, lying on a rented room bed watching a show, Lily Garcia’s face brightened slightly and she asked subtly, "They didn’t notice you, right?"

"No, how could she notice when I’m just delivering food?"

"Okay, then stay there a few more days to see if you can run into those children."

"Alright... okay."

Just about to hang up, Lily quickly instructed, "Come home early tonight, buy me a watermelon; I want watermelon."

The delivery guy hesitated, "It’s autumn now, and it’s getting colder... eating watermelon... isn’t a good idea?"

"What, you can’t afford a watermelon? If this baby is born, you’ll be a father; you can’t spare that bit of money?"

The thought of the woman carrying his child energized the delivery guy once again, excited and joyful, "Lily, you’re really not lying to me... I can hardly believe it, the child... is, is really mine?"

"It is yours! If I lie, may thunder strike me down and may I never be reborn!"