Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 251: The Most Painful Punishment

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: The Most Painful Punishment

Christopher Hart "looked" at her, but instead of addressing her doubts and threats, he began in a low, calm voice, "Amelia... can you sit closer? I can’t see you..."

His fingers lifted slightly, indicating a desire to touch her.

It was as if he was saying, let him at least sense her presence, since his eyes could not see.

Amelia Garcia stared at him steadily, her fingers trembling slightly before she hesitated for a while and finally reached out her hand to let it rest between his fingers.

The man slowly tightened his grip.

Amelia gradually came to terms with the fact that he was blind and partially amnesiac. Once she had composed herself, she asked, "What do you still remember? Do you know how you got injured and became unconscious?"

Christopher held her hand tightly, his lean and profound face gradually calming down as he spoke softly, "We were hiking. You accidentally slipped down a steep slope, and I tried to save you. We both tumbled down..."

She was startled. "That far back?"

And coincidentally, the update on some forum today was exactly about this part!

"Christopher, have you ever told anyone about what happened between us over the years?"

The man looked puzzled, furrowing his brow. "What do you mean?"

"The literal meaning. Over the years we’ve been together, all the details, good or bad, have you ever spoken to someone else about them?"

Her question seemed to come out of nowhere, and Christopher didn’t understand at all, denying, "No..."

Amelia sighed in her heart.

He had already lost those memories; of course, he wouldn’t know what he had done before the accident.

It seemed like he had conveniently forgotten the years when their relationship started to deteriorate, including being wronged by the Hart Family, being misunderstood by him, being forced into marriage and then divorce, and all the unpleasantness since they had reunited...

What a twist of fate!

She had made up her mind to draw clear lines between them, but he had forgotten all that pain—he only remembered the good times between them.

Amelia shook her head helplessly, smiling faintly.

Christopher couldn’t see, but sensing her silence, he grew slightly anxious. "Amelia... what’s wrong?"

"Nothing..." She perked up, asking curiously, "Don’t you want to know what you’ve forgotten?"

"Of course I do. Why not tell me... When did we get married? When did we have kids? That little girl earlier, she called me ’Daddy’..."

"We—" Amelia started to explain but realized she didn’t know where to begin.

So much pain, experience, and suffering couldn’t be explained in just a few words.

He was puzzled. "What happened to us?"

"We broke up, but Grandpa Hart insisted you had to marry me to inherit the company shares and take control of the company, so you still married me. Three years into the marriage, we divorced, and later I found out I was pregnant..."

Christopher’s expectant look slowly turned to ice, layer by layer, his dark and now sightless eyes clouding over with heavy doubt and disbelief.

"How can this be possible? Why did we break up? Why did we divorce?" Marrying her had been a dream formed in his younger years, a wish he yearned for deeply.

The woman remained silent, her expression complex.

"So you mean, we have a child now, but we’re still divorced?"

"Yes."

"The child is with you?"

"Our daughter is with you, and two sons are with me."

He was more shocked. "We have three kids?!"

"Yes, triplets..." She answered, paused, and then elaborated a little more. "I found out I was pregnant after we divorced. Fearing you wouldn’t let me have the baby if you found out, I didn’t tell you and secretly gave birth by myself."

"The triplets were premature, and the youngest daughter was in a critical condition. Unable to care for her, I let someone send her to you, thinking you would definitely find a way. I left with the two boys."

"Your injury... it wasn’t from falling down the slope with me. It was Lily Garcia... You remember Lily Garcia, right? She kidnapped our youngest son and was going to jump off a building with him. You fell from the seventh floor trying to save the child."

"The child was well-protected by you, suffering only minor cuts and bruises, but you were severely injured, fighting for your life. The doctors operated at full force, and after being unconscious for more than ten days, you woke up..."

Christopher was stunned, clenching her hand while his vacant eyes became even more muddled, his face pale and twitching with pain.

They had three children, such a beautiful reality!

But why couldn’t he remember?

How could he have forgotten something so important?

No, he had to remember; he had to retrieve those wonderful images.

Christopher tried hard to recall, but as soon as he concentrated, his mind felt as if it had triggered a tightening spell, his head splitting with pain.

He wanted to raise his hand to cover his head, but he was too weak; his hand lifted slightly and then fell back as his face contorted in agony.

Amelia quickly leaned over, "Christopher, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Amelia... You used to call me ’Brother Christopher,’ but now you call me by my full name—are you particularly angry with me? Did I do something to hurt you?"

Christopher endured the pain, his eyes aimlessly directed towards her, his face beaded with cold sweat because of the pain.

Amelia, watching his tormented state, had a multitude of thoughts stuck in her throat, and could only comfort him, "Get well first, all that happened in the past doesn’t matter anymore, and it doesn’t matter if you remember or not."

"How can that not matter? You said we have three children! I’m the father of three children, yet I remember nothing!"

"Maybe you’ll remember it later."

"It’s hard to say..." he muttered absently, with something like a cold laugh.

The hospital room fell silent, neither of them knew what to say for the moment.

Benny Palmer came back holding Hope, asking cautiously, "Are you two... okay?"

Hope was eating a donut, and after getting down from Benny’s arms, she ran to the bedside and asked with her tender, childish voice, "Daddy, do you want a donut?"

Christopher Hart’s heart felt sliced open upon hearing that word ’Daddy.’

He must have made some serious mistake, for God to punish him like this! To not even remember his dearest child.

Seeing Christopher’s worried expression and quick, labored breathing, with cold sweat streaming down his face, Benny looked concernedly towards Amelia Garcia, "What did you... talk about? Did you argue again?"

Amelia’s heart ached too, she took a deep breath, stood up, gently rubbed her daughter’s shoulder, and spoke softly, "Hope, daddy can’t eat these, you eat it."

"Oh..." Hope responded, drew back her hand, and continued eating.

Christopher "looked" at his daughter, recalled Amelia’s words, imagined raising his daughter alone, and his mind went blank.

He tenderly asked, "Baby... has daddy been good to you?"

Hope nodded, "Yeah! Daddy is the best daddy in the world!"

Hearing this, Christopher felt somewhat consoled.

"Daddy, when will you get better, to play with Hope everywhere like before..."

"Daddy..." This question unintentionally hurled Christopher back into hell.

He was now blind, his memory fragmented, and his body bore countless injuries.

According to the doctors, he still needed surgery and what his condition would be afterward was unknown; he could be paralyzed in bed for life.

Could he ever have the chance to play with his child again? Could he ever have the opportunity to regain his sight and see what his child looked like?

Amelia saw him falter mid-sentence, the expression fading from his face, a dead look in his eyes, and suddenly understanding, she quickly wrapped her arms around her daughter, saying, "Baby, daddy is very tired, he needs to rest now, shall we go home?"

Hope pouted, "But I still want to talk to daddy."

"Aren’t you asking when daddy will get better? Daddy needs to rest more, to sleep more, so he can recover quickly."

When she explained this way, the little girl understood and nodded her head, "Okay then..."

Amelia looked back at the man on the hospital bed who couldn’t move, and whispered, "I’ll take Hope home now, you rest up."

With those words, she gave Benny a nod as a signal, and turned around with her daughter to leave.

Christopher didn’t say anything, nor did he hold them back, as if he hadn’t heard at all, remaining silent until they left.

The room had been quiet for too long, but even though Christopher was exhausted and weak, he felt no urge to sleep.

Benny sighed, pulled a chair over to sit down, looked at his friend, and asked with curiosity and suspicion, "Did you really lose your memory?"

He turned slightly towards him without answering, only spoke slowly in a low voice, "Did I... hurt her?"

Benny let out a chuckle, his laughter taut with complexity, "That’s a long story, it’s not just you who hurt her, your whole family treated her... as if she were a viper."

"My whole family?" Christopher froze, then remembered his parents’ attitude when they talked about Amelia—no matter how he pleaded, his mother adamantly refused to relay messages and asked him to forget Amelia...

So that was it.

"Benny, tell me everything you know—" If it was his fault, then he needed to understand where he went wrong, so he could know how to make amends.

But the problem was, he was now a broken man, blind, unable to even stand or move; how could he possibly make amends?

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On the way home with her daughter, Amelia Garcia received a call from Kane.

During this time, Kane had been diligently working at the studio, standing in for her.

"Hello, Kane..."

"Amelia, are you free right now?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Where are you? Let’s meet and talk."

Sensing the seriousness in his tone, Amelia knew it was important, she turned her head to look outside, passing by a mall, she suggested, "Why don’t you come to the International Trade Centre, it’s almost noon, we can have lunch together, as a thank you for your help these days."

Kane didn’t hesitate, crisply replying, "Okay."

After hanging up, Amelia instructed Fuller to drive to the International Trade Centre.

Once seated in a restaurant, it wasn’t long before Kane rushed in.

"What’s the matter, you look very serious."

Kane sat down, opened his laptop, and turned the screen towards her, "This is your design, isn’t it?"

Amelia looked at the screen, which displayed images of a bracelet and earrings, very elegant but also very familiar.

She nodded, "Yes... but these are in my computer, how did you know?"

"These are finished product images, they’ve been released as new products, and they’re doing well in the market. I only found out because Shaw mentioned that this was almost identical to your design—meaning, your design has been plagiarized!"