Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 229: Amelia Garcia Erupts

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: Amelia Garcia Erupts

She didn’t speak, instead took the ice pack herself and pressed it against her face, then awkwardly stood up and sat down across from him.

Anyway, she just refused to sit too close to him.

Christopher frowned slightly, annoyed, but didn’t follow her.

The waiter brought over the coffee, and Amelia saw that the latte art on her cup was Cupid’s Arrow, instantly her face showed disgust.

This man, hopelessly greasy.

Christopher noticed her thoughts immediately and hurriedly explained, "This wasn’t my intention, probably just a coincidence."

Amelia remained silent.

"If you don’t like it, let them change it for you."

Just as the man was about to call the waiter, Amelia quickly stopped him, "Don’t bother them, just tell me what you want."

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman across from him whose brow was furrowed, his eyes darkened.

"You should really end things with Kane."

"..."

"Maybe you think there’s nothing between you, but outsiders don’t see it that way. Everyone knows we have a child, and with you swinging both ways, people will definitely—"

"Who’s swinging both ways?" Amelia instantly got angry at this, "Christopher, can you be reasonable? I’ve always made my stance clear and kept my distance from you, it’s you who kept pestering me, and now you accuse me of swinging both ways?"

Seeing her furious, Christopher realized he had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed his words, "I misspoke. I know you haven’t forgiven me and don’t want to get back together, but that’s not how others see it."

"Just stay away from me, and there’ll be no issues!"

"Amelia, don’t be irrational. At this crucial moment, I won’t leave you and the children."

Knowing what he meant by "crucial moment," Amelia grew even more incensed and pressed on.

"Aren’t all these messes with Lily caused by you? Give me Hope, and I will take them far away. Where could Lily find us then?"

"..." Christopher looked at her, quite helpless.

The two of them clearly weren’t on the same wavelength, unable to communicate effectively.

After a silence, when both had calmed down a bit, Christopher spoke again, "I got some news yesterday, now I roughly know where she is, we’ll find her in the next few days."

Amelia looked at him, hesitated for a moment then stood up, "Then you better hurry up and have someone find her."

The woman turned and walked away, Christopher sat where he was, took a sip of coffee, but the annoyance in his heart didn’t dissipate.

His phone rang, and he answered.

"President Hart, I’ve managed to schedule a meeting with the screenwriter you were looking for, we can have lunch together, is that okay with you?"

"Sure, you arrange it."

After hanging up, Christopher automatically dialed another number.

Once the other side picked up, he burst out, "Benny Palmer, are you out of your mind? You brought that woman over, and instead of making her go after that foreigner, she came after Amelia?"

Young Master Palmer was confused at first before saying, "I... I told her to go after that Kane guy... to find a way to drive him off."

"..." Mr. Hart was too angry to speak.

"What... she’s giving Amelia a hard time?"

"She hit Amelia."

"What?" Benny also was shocked, "This... What’s with this woman’s thinking? She hit Amelia? Isn’t it that man who’s chasing Amelia?"

Christopher couldn’t bear to listen any longer, he hung up without a word.

What a mess!

One problem after another.

All he wanted was to get remarried, why was it harder than reaching the heavens?

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Amelia returned to the studio, and Shaw approached to explain, "Sister, since Ms. Williams saw that you weren’t coming back and had urgent matters, she left first."

She rested one hand on her forehead, feeling irritated.

She had forgotten there were clients waiting!

"Okay, I understand, I’ll call her myself to explain."

But even though she made the call herself, the esteemed customer did not accept her explanation.

The client didn’t even want the deposit back and said they would cancel the collaboration to find another designer.

After hanging up, Amelia felt dejected.

Her entanglement with Christopher Hart had affected all aspects of her life.

Now, she even needed to keep her distance from Kane.

She wanted to take her three children and leave, but she didn’t know how to "escape."

Apart from Snow, her good friend, she had no one else to confide in, nor did she have any family to rely on.

Over the years, she had been like a tightly wound machine, continuously operating without even a moment to fall ill.

Tired, exhausted both physically and mentally!

How she wished for a few days when she didn’t have to take care of her children, think about work, or navigate through these messy relationships...

Just her, alone, quietly staying by herself.

Whether it was to feel the wind or embrace solitude, to slow down, blank out her mind, and decadently let time pass by.

Sadly, that day never arrived; instead, her days grew more irritable and more confined.

The messy situations enveloped her like a spider web, layer by layer, circling tighter and tighter until she was nearly suffocated.

The more she thought, the more oppressed she felt, the more frustrated she became, Amelia suddenly stood up, grabbed her bag, and left.

Shaw, surprised by her early departure, asked, "Sister, where are you going—"

Before she could finish, Amelia had already entered the elevator and disappeared.

Driving wildly through the streets for half an hour, she didn’t know where to go. Then, spotting a car following her from behind, she suddenly remembered Christopher Hart had people tailing her.

Logically, she knew it was for her safety.

But emotionally, particularly when she felt so down and irritable, she couldn’t tolerate it.

Christopher Hart was the main force "spinning the web," the culprit trying to trap her!

And these people following her were the executors holding the net to trap her.

She had to escape; she couldn’t let these people confine her!

With that thought, Amelia immediately pulled over and waited for the two cars to approach.

Indeed, the two Volkswagens also stopped about a hundred meters away, but no one got out of the cars.

Amelia, with her hair tousled by the autumn wind, strode towards them.

The people inside were baffled, one of them was on the phone reporting to Mr. Hart, "Mr. Hart, we followed... to Oversea Road, Mr. Hart... the lady is walking towards us, I don’t know—"

Amelia bent down and tapped on the car window.

The person inside lowered the window, looked at her puzzled, and nodded respectfully, "Madam."

She couldn’t bother to correct the title but motioned with her hand for him to hand over the phone.

He obediently did so.

"Christopher, if you don’t want to drive me crazy, call off your people. I just want some peace by myself, and I’ll be back tonight. Don’t bother me." After explaining to the person on the other line, she threw the phone back into the car and walked back to hers, driving away.

In the rearview mirror, those few cars indeed did not follow.

However, on the other end of the phone, Christopher, who had interrupted his conversation with a certain screenwriter, hastily apologized, and with a stern face, walked away briskly.