Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 250: Disowning Daughter

Chapter 250: Chapter 250: Disowning Daughter

The online "novel" updated quickly, and had already reached the part where the male and female protagonists were hiking together, shared their first kiss, and the male protagonist declared his ownership.

But on the way down the mountain, they encountered an unexpected accident.

The female protagonist accidentally slipped on a stone and tumbled down the steep slope. At that critical moment, the male protagonist leaped forward recklessly, grabbed her, and rolled down with her until they collided with a big tree and stopped.

Reading this, Amelia Garcia suddenly remembered their own experience of "rolling down the hillside" together.

Too many years had passed, and some memories had been forgotten.

However, this serialized novel gradually brought it all back to her memory.

She was certain that this must have been Christopher Hart’s idea, instructing some writer to write it.

But why would he do this?

Sharing such private matters to be written into a novel, serialized online, attracting thousands of readers—what was he really after?

"Mama..." Hope rubbed her eyes as she came out and softly called, crawling into her arms to sit.

"Is my baby awake?" Amelia immediately put down her phone and tenderly kissed her daughter. "It’s Saturday today, no school, why didn’t you sleep in longer? Look, your brothers are still in bed."

Hope pouted and said, somewhat unhappily, "I miss Daddy... Mama, can we go see Daddy today?"

Since moving into the villa arranged by Benny Palmer, Amelia Garcia had been busy settling in these past few days and hadn’t yet had the chance to take the children to the hospital to visit Christopher Hart.

Thinking that he had awoken and considering the little girl hadn’t seen her father for some days, she briefly thought it over and nodded in agreement, "Alright! You quickly wash up and have breakfast, and we’ll go see Daddy in a little while."

"Yay! That’s great!" Hope was extremely happy and hopped out of her arms and ran straight to the bathroom.

Worried about encountering Emma Carter and her husband if she brought her sons along, she thought it over and decided not to wake the little guys yet, and instead take Hope alone.

After all, Emma Carter had always been indifferent toward Hope and wouldn’t come to claim her.

On the way to the hospital, Amelia first contacted Benny Palmer to find out Christopher Hart’s current hospital room.

Upon reaching the hospital, she took Hope straight upstairs.

As she reached to open the door, the sound of arguing inside stopped her hand mid-air.

"You all stop talking, I just want to know where she is... bring her to see me." This was Christopher Hart’s voice, tinged with obvious impatience.

It had been just over ten days since she last heard his voice, and hearing it again felt almost like a lifetime had passed.

Despite sounding weak, his presence was anything but diminished, still maintaining his usual forceful attitude.

It seemed that even a brush with death hadn’t changed his temperament.

Of course, it could also be possible that knowing he was now blind had dealt him a harsh blow, making his temper even more volatile...

Thinking about his blindness, a pang of pain shot through Amelia’s heart.

Seeing her pause, Hope was about to speak but was quickly silenced by Amelia’s "be quiet" gesture as she pulled her daughter a few steps away.

"Baby, let’s wait a moment..." she whispered soothingly.

It wasn’t that she intended to eavesdrop, but entering at this moment and running straight into Emma Carter would undoubtedly lead to a conflict.

"Christopher, Mom knows you’re in pain; you can talk more with me. I’m your mom after all; can’t I keep you company?"

"What is so good about that woman? It was she who caused you to end up like this; do you understand?"

"There are things you don’t remember, so you also forget how vile she is! Having barely escaped death, how can you not see things differently?"

Emma Carter was pleading earnestly, her voice mixed with sobs, patiently advising her son.

But Christopher Hart’s temper flared more and more as he listened, "Stop talking, all of you go out... I need to rest now."

"Christopher..."

"Get out!"

Inside the hospital room, Christopher Hart growled these words before closing his eyes, ignoring his parents altogether.

George Hart looked at his son’s stubborn appearance, feeling both heartbroken and angry, then he grabbed Emma Carter’s hand and said bitterly, "Let’s go first, anything you say to him right now won’t get through! Isn’t Wendy having a check-up today? Shouldn’t you go see her?"

Reminded by her husband, Emma Carter remembered that her daughter was having a check-up today and nobody was accompanying her, so she stood up.

"Christopher, mom knows you can’t accept all this right now and that you’re feeling upset. You rest for now, we’ll go see Wendy, and come back to be with you in the afternoon."

After speaking, seeing that their son, with eyes closed, was ignoring them completely, the elderly couple turned around with heavy hearts.

Outside the hospital room, Amelia Garcia quickly led Hope away.

Standing at the corner of the corridor, watching George and Emma leave, Amelia’s feelings were mixed.

She wondered, when Noah and Ethan grew up, and if they spoke to her in that tone, dismissing her—would she be as heartbroken as Emma?

Therefore, to prevent similar tragedies, she was determined to be an open-minded and democratic mom.

"Hope, let’s go see dad."

"Okay!"

They returned outside the hospital room just as a nurse came out.

Seeing them, the nurse hesitated, then apologetically said, "Actually... Old Lady Hart had instructed not to let you in. But since Mr. Hart woke up, he has been asking to see you... so—"

Amelia was slightly startled.

Christopher Hart had been asking to see her?

"Don’t worry, they just left, and they won’t be back for a while," Amelia understood the nurse’s implication, smiled, and spoke softly.

The nurse nodded, "Then go in. However, Mr. Hart spoke a lot after waking up and has exhausted his energy, and he has fallen back into a deep sleep now."

Fallen asleep again?

"Okay, I understand, thank you."

After saying goodbye to the nurse, Amelia stood at the door for a few seconds, collected herself, and then stepped into the hospital room.

He was sleeping quietly.

The breathing mask on his mouth and nose had been removed, and only an oxygen tube was inserted at his nostrils.

His head was still wrapped in layers of gauze, with faint traces of blood seeping through.

The external wounds on his brow bone were almost healed, and the scabs were about to fall off.

He had lost a lot of weight, making his features appear even more prominent and sharp, yet even in this frail condition, his handsome allure was unchanged.

Amelia watched quietly, relieved that he had finally escaped danger and survived, her anxiety of many days slowly settling, feeling a lot lighter and relieved.

"Mom..." Hope stared at her dad for a while and called out, but Amelia hushed her again.

She gently pulled over a chair to sit down and drew her daughter into her lap, whispering in her ear, "Dad is tired and needs to rest. Let us let him sleep well. Just like this, we’ll stay with him, okay?"

Hope obediently nodded, quietly watching her sleeping dad.

After a while, the little girl reached out and gently grasped her dad’s large hand resting on the edge of the bed.

Amelia, watching this, felt both a pang of sorrow and a sense of comfort.

In just these few days, Hope seemed to have matured quite a bit, no longer as willful as before, and her attitude towards her brothers had notably improved.

Unexpectedly, a tragedy had resolved the long-standing unsolvable family conflicts.

The hospital room was peaceful and quiet, the mother and daughter sitting patiently, their presence imbued with a serene warmth, as if even time had softened.

After a long time, Hope boredly leaned against the bed, nearly falling asleep herself.

Amelia, lost in her thoughts, also gradually lost focus in her eyes.

Suddenly, Hope started with a shock as the large hand holding hers gripped it tightly, and she abruptly sat up excitedly shouting, "Dad, you’re awake!"

Amelia also snapped back to reality, looking at the man who, indeed, had opened his eyes!

"Are you awake?"

As soon as the woman spoke, Christopher Hart’s expression obviously stiffened. His face turned towards her, his emotions fluctuating dramatically. "...Amelia? You finally came!"

He thought he was holding the woman’s hand with the tips of his fingers, unconsciously gripping tight.

However, quickly, the small and soft touch startled him, and he even flinched away from the soft bundle.

"Whose hand is this?"

Before Amelia Garcia could answer, Hope shouted, "Daddy, you’re so silly! It’s my hand!"

"Daddy?" The man was taken aback, repeating the words, his eyes unfocused and full of confusion. "Who are you calling daddy?"

His question surprised Amelia Garcia in turn.

"Christopher, you—"

"Mommy, what’s wrong with daddy? Doesn’t he remember me?" Hope asked in confusion, then turned back to look at the man on the hospital bed. "Daddy, I’m Hope! Don’t you recognize me?"

Amelia Garcia’s face continued to look shocked.

—How did he remember himself, remember the Hart Family, yet forget only Hope?

What was going on?

"Christopher, you don’t remember Hope? Hope is your daughter! Your very own daughter, don’t you remember?" Amelia Garcia’s tone changed, staring at the man’s face, hoping he was just playing a cruel joke.

But Christopher Hart’s bewildered expression and his lost, wandering eyes clearly showed he indeed didn’t remember.

"My daughter? You mean to say, we already have a child?"

"..." Amelia Garcia was completely at a loss for words, her only thought being to quickly call a doctor.

Hope was heartbroken, her eyes brimming with tears. "Daddy... what’s wrong with you? I’m Hope, your baby. How could you forget Hope, daddy?"

Doctors and nurses rushed in, seeing the child crying and calling out, and instantly understood the situation.

"Miss Garcia, didn’t Old Lady Hart tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Mr. Hart has exhibited symptoms of selective amnesia after waking up. He has forgotten parts of his memory, we are still unclear which parts."

Amelia Garcia’s astounded voice changed pitch. "Selective amnesia? That’s something you only see in TV dramas, right? Does it really exist? Could this be—"

She was incoherent, stammering, looking at the doctor then turning back to look at the hospital bed, seriously wondering if Christopher Hart was acting!

This was too dramatic!

The doctor explained, "Selective amnesia indeed exists in reality. It is a psychological condition where a person forgets unwanted memories or those he wishes to avoid due to external stimuli or a blow to the head, and of course, it could be about certain people."

"..." Amelia Garcia moved her lips but didn’t know what to say.

Hope asked, "Daddy remembers mommy but forgot me. Does daddy not like me?"

Christopher Hart, lying on the hospital bed, was equally plunged into severe doubt and shock.

How could he have a daughter already?

When did he marry Amelia? And when did they have a daughter?

Why did the parents not mention a word about it just now?

"Miss Garcia, we only discovered Mr. Hart’s condition this morning and have been in meetings discussing it."

Amelia Garcia shifted her gaze from the man and finally managed to form her words to ask, "So... can this condition be cured?"

"Normally, selective amnesia gradually recovers over time, but if some events have caused the patient severe psychological trauma, he might continue to forget."

The doctor finished explaining, glanced at Christopher Hart, then told Amelia Garcia, "It’s good that you’re here; Mr. Hart remembers you and has been asking to see you. You can spend more time with him to figure out exactly which memories he has lost, which will help us monitor the situation and allow a psychologist to intervene more effectively later on."

Before the doctor could finish speaking, someone else entered the hospital room.

Benny Palmer rushed over, his face shocked when he heard the news.

"Doctor, what did you say? He has selective amnesia?"

"Yes, Based on the current situation—that’s correct."

Hearing the voice reappear, Christopher Hart furrowed his brows.

"Amelia... who’s here?"

Seeing that his friend could not even recognize his own voice, Benny moved closer, both surprised and heartbroken, "Christopher Hart, you didn’t forget me too, did you? I haven’t wronged you or left you with any trauma."

As he spoke more, Christopher recognized the voice and guessed, "Benny?"

Young Master Palmer breathed a sigh of relief, "At least you still have a conscience."

"Your voice has aged a lot..."

Amelia Garcia: "..."

Benny, too, clenched his teeth, said irritably, "From the accident till now, there have been huge shakeups, and I’ve been managing all the company’s issues by myself. Do you know how busy and tired I’ve been these days? I’m lucky I haven’t died from overwork!"

"What does my accident have to do with your family’s company?"

Amelia, initially suspecting that Christopher was pretending, came to realize he truly had "selective amnesia."

He had even forgotten the company!

Benny was momentarily speechless, his anger subsiding, and said lightly, "You might as well have become Senile. Remembering bits and pieces only makes things more frustrating. Don’t you remember that I work for you?"

Christopher frowned again, hesitated for a while, and then shockingly asked, "Do you... have something on me?" Otherwise, why would Young Master Palmer not dominate his own company but work for him instead?

Furious, Benny blew his beard and glared, choosing to ignore him.

The doctor’s phone rang, he signaled them, and then walked away first.

Amelia turned back to look at Christopher, her mind swirling with countless thoughts, not knowing where to begin.

Seeing no Hart family members around, Benny breathed a sigh of relief, "You just called me asking for his hospital room, I was worried you’d come here and conflict with Auntie, so I hurried over..."

"Mm, when I arrived, they had just left, and I came in."

Amelia pulled out a chair, sat back down, and drew the despondent Hope into her embrace, her gaze again falling on Christopher.

Looking into his eyes, she still couldn’t believe it, so she raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

He immediately asked, "What are you doing?"

Shocked, the woman asked, "You can see?"

"I can’t see, but I can feel the airflow."

Hope sobbed, wiping her tears before speaking, "Dad... why did you forget Hope..."

Confusion crossed the man’s face, showing little remorse or guilt.

Benny raised his eyebrow in surprise, "You really don’t even remember your own daughter?"

Christopher didn’t respond, instead speaking in a low voice, "Benny, could you... take this young girl out first, Amelia and I need to talk..."

Send his daughter away?

The thought alone made Amelia’s heart ache.

But, with many questions to ask Christopher, it wasn’t convenient with their daughter there, so, suppressing her heartache, she handed her daughter to Benny, "Baby, why don’t you go play with Uncle for a while?"

Hope naturally resisted, crying and struggling, but Benny picked her up and gently soothed, "Baby Hope, don’t you love Uncle Palmer the most? Come on, I’ll take you to the mall and buy some toys, how about that?"

As Amelia watched them leave, she gathered her emotions and turned back, her first words were, "Christopher Hart, have you really forgotten the past? If I find out you’re pretending, I will never forgive you in this lifetime!"