Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 238 You’re a Jinx!

Chapter 238: Chapter 238 You’re a Jinx!

She swallowed hard, and her unfocused eyes finally gathered a clear gaze, allowing her to see the man lying in front of her.

He was still breathing, his eyes struggling to stay open as blood flowed out from his mouth, which moved silently.

"Christopher..." She moved forward a few steps while holding the child and knelt down, grasping the man’s hand.

Tears rolled down in large drops, again blurring her vision. She wiped her eyes frantically, her consciousness becoming more acute, "Christopher, pull yourself together! You can’t be in trouble, you understand? You can’t!"

After uttering these words, she could no longer control the overwhelming fear and despair inside her heart.

This terror, which peaked at an excruciating intensity like a heart being gouged out, was even more severe than when she had just witnessed their fall from the upper floor.

"Christopher... I won’t allow anything to happen to you, do you understand? You have three children; can you bear the thought of them growing up without a father? They’re still so young... only five years old... Your son has never called you ’Daddy’ in person. Don’t you want to hear them call you that? Christopher!"

At this moment, Christopher’s consciousness wandered on the brink of chaos and fading life.

But he still could faintly sense his surroundings, aware of the woman crying and calling out to him at his side.

He tried very hard to move his fingers, wanting to hold her hand, but he was too weak.

He struggled to move his lips, wanting to speak, but no sound could be made.

Amelia knew what he wanted to say. He definitely wanted to tell her that he had saved his son, brought him back safely, that he hadn’t broken his promise; he had done it.

"Don’t talk... I understand, I know everything... Ethan is fine, the doctor said it’s just a superficial injury, you protected him well, but your injuries are severe... You need to hold on, do you hear me?"

Christopher seemed to have heard her, as he closed his eyes peacefully, even the corners of his mouth lifted into a faint smile...

"Quickly! Hurry up! Lift gently, careful! Go slower!" The medical staff urgently attended to Christopher and carefully moved him onto the stretcher, lifting it.

Amelia rose to her feet, holding Ethan, but the child was too heavy, and she couldn’t keep up with the medical staff’s rapid pace. She had to let go of the man’s hand, watching as he was lifted into the ambulance.

Christopher... Christopher—

In her heart she shouted over and over, praying that he must hang on!

"Madam... Would you and the young master like to go home, or... go to the hospital to accompany President Hart?" Lucas King approached, asking with a solemn tone.

Amelia’s gaze was dull and sticky, clearly not having noticed Lucas’s presence there before.

After a pause, she then turned to look towards the wailing ambulance, stating without much hesitation, "Stay with him..."

Regardless of whether there was any affection left between them, he had risked his life to save their son. It was only right, both emotionally and rationally, to stay by his side at this time.

If something unfortunate really happened to him, she would want to accompany him with the children by his side, to... see him off on his final journey.

Moreover, Ethan had fallen from the seventh floor; even though he had been well protected by Christopher, showing only superficial injuries, internal injuries could not be ruled out without a thorough medical examination at the hospital.

Therefore, going to the hospital was a must, no matter what.

Lucas was fearing she would choose to go home, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she decided to go to the hospital.

Perhaps this was an opportunity for a turnaround.

But it was unknown whether President Hart would pull through.

Falling from the seventh floor, it would be a miracle to survive unscathed, a thought he dared not dwell on too much.

As she sat in the car, holding the child, Amelia’s chaotic and anxious mind settled slightly when she heard her phone ring.

She took it out and saw, numerous missed calls.

It was Snow calling now. Worried it was about the two children at home, she answered quickly, "Hello, Snow..."

Snow heard the hoarseness in her voice and immediately asked, "What happened to you, why is your voice like that?"

"Nothing... How are Noah and Hope?"

"They’re alright, just refusing to sleep, saying they want to wait for you to come back," Snow Fitch replied then remembered the important matter at hand and hurriedly asked, "I saw the video online. Someone fell from the rooftop, the night was dim and the distance far, it’s not clear... was it—"

She hesitated, not daring to say the name.

Amelia Garcia’s heart wrenched painfully once more, and she hoarsely said, "It was Christopher Hart. He saved Ethan, but he got seriously injured. They are rushing him to the hospital right now..."

"My God... was it really him?!" Snow already had her suspicions but couldn’t bring herself to believe it.

A fall from the seventh floor, is... is there any chance of survival?

"How is Ethan?"

Amelia looked at her son who had cried himself to exhaustion in her arms, "He’s okay... the doctor said it’s just some superficial skin wounds, I will take him to get checked again."

"Oh, that’s good!" Snow fell silent for a moment before asking, "Christopher Hart is seriously injured, do you think... should we take Noah and Hope to the hospital?"

She meant that, just in case he couldn’t be saved, at the very least the children should get a chance to see him in his final moments.

Amelia had already thought about this, but deep down she didn’t want to believe that it would come to that.

Seeing that the other end of the line was silent, Snow understood how complicated her feelings must be at the moment and comforted her, "Or we can wait a bit. If anything happens, notify me immediately, and I’ll bring them over."

"Okay..."

After hanging up the phone, Amelia Garcia’s mind was still a blank and formidable void.

Her son was saved, and that was a weight off her heart, but the moment she thought of Christopher Hart lying there covered in blood, she couldn’t stop trembling uncontrollably, overcome with chills.

Everything had happened so suddenly that she still couldn’t accept it, always wondering if this was all just a dream, and that upon waking, everything would be alright...

Upon arrival at the hospital, Christopher Hart had already been taken into the emergency room.

The commotion of searching for the children earlier had drawn a lot of attention.

So, the news of Christopher Hart’s fall was almost broadcasted live.

By now, quite a few reporters had heard the news and rushed over, clamoring for interviews.

Fortunately, Lucas King was well-prepared and had informed people to stand guard at the hospital and block the reporters when they arrived.

While Amelia was worried about Christopher Hart’s condition, she was also taking her son for a check-up.

Hearing the extreme noise outside, she knew that the incident would cause an uproar, and her worries intensified.

With Christopher Hart’s distinguished identity and significant influence, she dared not think of the consequences should anything unexpected happen...

Lucas King stayed by her side, his phone constantly ringing with non-stop calls.

After taking another call, he turned to Amelia and reported in a low voice, "Ma’am, Elder Hart and his wife have arrived."

Amelia looked at him, her expression froze, and before she could respond, Emma Carter’s grieving cries echoed from the corridor: "Christopher... My son, Christopher..."

Amelia had no choice but to rise and go out.

When Emma saw her, grief mixed with anger, and without giving Amelia any time to react, she lunged at her former daughter-in-law and slapped her multiple times!

"You curse! You Fox Spirit! What was Christopher thinking, insisting on entangling himself with you! Now he’s even risking his own life... Oh, my child..."

Lucas tried to intervene, but Emma gripped Amelia’s hair and wouldn’t let go, making it impossible for him to forcefully pull her away.

Amelia was slapped several times, her face stinging fiercely, her scalp feeling like it was being electrocuted.

She had been slapped by Betty just that morning, and now bitterly thought that today really was a day of misfortune.

If only time could be rewound, she would be willing to trade years of her life for a restart of this day.

She wanted to turn all this misfortune and tragedy around and erase them entirely.