Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 242: Gently Kissing the Gauze on His Forehead

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Gently Kissing the Gauze on His Forehead

Noah stood beside his mother.

His normally expressionless little face twitched suddenly after his mother’s words, and tears rolled down from his deep, clear black eyes in an instant.

He moved his lips but still couldn’t call out that word, "Daddy..."

Deep down, he wasn’t even sure if this man was Daddy.

The image before him was so far removed from his memory.

Normally, that man seemed so cool, so annoying, and so irritating that Noah couldn’t bear to look at him directly.

But the man on the bed now appeared so weak, his eyes tightly shut, even quieter than if he were just sleeping...

There didn’t seem to be a single good thing about him from head to toe.

How could he be the tall, handsome, cold, and strong Daddy?

Amelia Garcia took a deep breath, swallowed the acidic lump in her throat, and wiped away her tears to calm down.

"Noah, why don’t you talk to Daddy? Maybe he can hear you," the woman turned to her son and said softly in a hoarse voice.

Noah came back to his senses, wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and silently stepped forward.

After his mouth opened a few times, he finally emitted a broken voice: "...Daddy."

Just as Amelia Garcia’s emotions had eased, her son’s call of "Daddy" made her tears fall once again.

Could he hear?

This word "Daddy" must be the one he’s dreamed of hearing during this time.

There was a chair behind her, which Amelia Garcia carefully pulled over, led her son to it, and sat him down.

"Noah, gently hold Daddy’s hand. If you have anything you want to say to Daddy, you can say it," the woman encouraged her son looking into her arms.

Noah lowered his head, his eyes fixated on the large hand quietly resting by the edge of the bed.

The fingertips were connected to the equipment, and there were abrasions on the back of the hand.

He hesitated, turning to look back at his mother.

Amelia Garcia knew what he was worried about and said softly in encouragement, "It’s okay, just gently hold his hand and avoid these."

Noah nodded, then raised his hand slowly and gently, finally resting it on his Daddy’s thick, broad palm.

"Mommy, Daddy’s hand is so cold..." the little boy said, turning back.

"Yes, then you help warm Daddy’s hand. He will definitely be able to feel it."

"Okay!" The little guy’s emotions quickly stabilized, and he slowly curled his small hand around the man’s palm.

Amelia Garcia held her son, her eyes quietly watching the man, hoping to see a sign of emotion on his face.

However...

No miracle occurred.

He was still comatose, without any sign of awakening, even the ECG on the monitor beside the bed showed no change.

It continued to move, flat and weak.

"Christopher Hart, Noah is by your side, can you feel it? He’s willing to call you Daddy now, don’t you want to wake up and look at him, hold him?"

"Hope said she misses you, she’s looking forward to you getting better quickly so you can take her home... She doesn’t want to stay at my place anymore."

"Ethan was probably frightened; he developed a fever today, so I didn’t bring him."

"You saved him, and he knows it, he will certainly acknowledge you as his Daddy."

"When you wake up, both boys will have acknowledged you, your ’Bitterness Strategy’ really paid off..."

As she said this, she couldn’t help but smile, wiping her tears while she laughed.

This was indeed a "Bitterness Strategy", and it had significant effects, but she feared it might have been overplayed, resulting in a lifelong regret.

Noah held the man’s hand, feeling the rough and heavy touch different from his mother’s softness, and an indescribable emotion slowly rose in his heart.

Christopher’s hand was so wide and felt very strong.

When he recovered, could he lift him over his head and carry him riding an airplane?

Many children’s fathers could do it!

Amelia saw her son staring blankly at the man’s hand, quietly daydreaming, and asked softly, "Noah, what are you thinking? Why don’t you talk to your dad?"

Noah turned to look at his mother, then turned his head back to the comatose man, his young voice full of longing as he said, "I was wondering if, when dad gets better, he could lift me and my little brother up high and sit on his shoulders like we’re flying in an airplane like other dads do!"

Amelia’s heart tightened at her son’s words.

He must have been longing for this scene for a long time.

But he had never spoken of it before.

"Of course he can." She hugged her son’s arm a little tighter, looking toward the head of the bed with a firmness in her tone, "Christopher Hart! Did you hear that? Your son wants you to lift him high up, to ride an airplane! You’ve been absent for over four years; aren’t you going to fulfill even this small wish of your son?"

The man naturally had no response, continuing to sleep lifelessly.

She continued, "Actually, Noah and Ethan have always been waiting for their dad to show up. They’re very sensible and hardly ever bring it up to me, but I know they’re very much longing and yearning for it in their hearts."

"No matter how comprehensive I try to be, I can’t fully replace the role of a father. Some things only a dad can accomplish."

Like the high lifts and airplane rides her son just mentioned.

And like the challenging and adventurous games their father used to enjoy with the children.

Hearing his mother say so much, Noah couldn’t help but call out, "Dad... please wake up, I’m not mad at you anymore... as long as you are good to mom and don’t make her sad again, we won’t be mad at you."

Amelia touched her son’s head with a bittersweet smile.

Her son wasn’t mad anymore, so was she still mad?

It was unclear.

Thinking of his determination to save their son without regard for anything else, she found it hard to stay mad at him.

But did that mean they could continue to live together?

Amelia plunged into thought...

If he woke up and recovered, could she let bygones be bygones and remarry him?

The question crossed her mind, and she realized she was still unsure.

Mother and son sat quietly for fifteen minutes until a nurse came to remind them.

Amelia sighed and asked in a low voice, "He doesn’t seem to respond; is it useless?"

The nurse explained, "His injuries are very severe, so it’s normal for him to be in a coma, but that doesn’t mean he’s not responsive to the outside world; maybe he can hear everything you’re saying."

Amelia felt a surge of surprise, "Really..."

"At least his condition hasn’t gotten worse!"

With those words from the nurse, Amelia felt quite relieved.

Let’s take it as helpful then...

"Noah, let’s go, we should leave now," Amelia said as she took her son’s hand.

"Okay." The little fellow turned to leave, but suddenly remembered something, let go of his mother’s hand, returned to the bedside, and carefully tiptoed to kiss the bandage on the man’s forehead.

"Dad... Mom said a kiss would make the hurt go away, so you have to get well quickly."

Watching this, Amelia felt a pang in her nose and her eyes reddened once more.

"Mom, are we going to visit dad again tomorrow?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah... Actually, I have a lot of things I want to tell dad."

"Then tomorrow we’ll ask the doctor’s opinion."

"Okay!"