Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 267: The Task Given by My Son

Chapter 267: Chapter 267: The Task Given by My Son

Hope still cried, her sobbing intense, unable to speak.

Amelia Garcia patiently soothed her for a while, waiting until her emotions stabilized before asking again.

Only then did Hope, with a hoarse voice, say, "Daddy... Daddy isn’t going to get better... He can’t come to take me home, this is Mommy and brother’s home... I made brother angry, and then..."

The little girl didn’t finish her sentence, but Amelia understood completely.

Indeed, Hope was too sensitive!

These days at home, whether she talked to Aunt Harper or made phone calls to discuss with others, she had mentioned Christopher’s condition, more or less.

She thought since the eldest son was mature for his age, he was likely listening to her, while Hope and Noah, being naive, probably didn’t know anything.

But she was mistaken.

It turned out Hope had heard everything and imagined much more.

She actually thought this was Mommy and brothers’ home, feeling herself an outsider.

The little girl definitely didn’t understand the phrase "living under someone else’s roof," but her mindset was exactly that.

Amelia’s heart ached so much her heart felt constricted, her throat choked with sourness, she couldn’t breathe.

"Baby..." she stroked her daughter’s tender face, gently wiped away her glistening tears, then pulled the pitiful little girl into her arms for a tight hug, "Silly girl... why would you think that? Mommy and brother’s home is also Hope’s home."

Embraced by her mom, Hope’s sadness, grievance, panic, and unease all gushed out more thoroughly, crying so hard, her little body convulsed, almost unable to catch her breath.

Amelia sat down on the floor, holding her daughter on her lap.

Noah, not sure when he had come in, silently knelt beside them with a box of tissues, looking at his sister with pity.

"Sissy... don’t cry, brother isn’t mad, and Mommy won’t send you away, we are a family..." Noah sat up slightly, wiping his sister’s tears with a tissue while softly comforting her.

Seeing her son being so understanding and warm, Amelia felt heartened.

"Hope, did you hear brother? He’s not mad at you. Brother loves you so much, we would never let you go."

"Wu wu wu..." the little girl still cried, unstoppable.

Amelia didn’t know how long her daughter had been holding in these emotions, and thinking that crying it out would make her feel better, she just held her gently and soothed her without trying to stop her tears.

Noah sat down on the floor, occasionally dabbing his sister’s tears with a tissue.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed when the little girl, perhaps tired from crying or having vented all her emotions, finally calmed down.

Her big eyes teary, her little nose red, her long eyelashes wet and clumped together, making them appear even darker—after the crying, the little girl Hope still looked lovable, making her all the more endearing.

"All better?" Amelia looked down at her daughter and asked softly, "Is there anything else you want to tell Mommy, hmm?"

Hope shook her head, pouted her lips, and said hoarsely, "Mommy, I am thirsty..."

Upon hearing this, Noah immediately got up to get water.

However, a voice came from the doorway, "I’ll get water for Sissy!"

It turned out that Ethan had come upstairs unnoticed and was quietly watching from the side.

Ethan ran downstairs and quickly back up again, holding his sister’s water cup.

"Here! Warm water, not too hot, not too cold."

Amelia smiled at her younger son and took the water cup, "See, how much your brothers dote on you, how could they bear to let you leave? Mommy can’t either, it wasn’t easy for Mommy to be together with Hope."

"Also... Daddy didn’t say he definitely won’t get better. Tomorrow, Daddy has another surgery, and after this surgery, he might improve faster."

Noah immediately looked at his mom, "Can we all go to the hospital together tomorrow, to be with Daddy?"

"Mhm, we can."

These past days, she hadn’t let the children visit the hospital; firstly, because she was afraid that Christopher’s mood swings might frighten them, and secondly, she was apprehensive that seeing someone like that would worry the children.

But since Hope had such a misunderstanding, it seemed necessary to let her visit her dad.

She would also need to give him a heads up to be gentle and patient with the children, especially with his sensitive daughter.

Although his memory was lost, Hope remembered clearly.

Even if he had to act, he needed to play the role of a doting father, to cheer up his daughter and dispel the unease in her heart.

After crying and drinking water, Hope wiped her tears and seemed much more energized.

"Mommy... can you help me with this model? I... I don’t quite know how," said the little girl with a stubborn nature, still concerned about the model she had broken.

"Of course!" Amelia was more than willing and suggested, "How about we ask your brothers to join in? They are experts at this!"

Hope looked at her two brothers and nodded, "Mhm!"

So, Amelia got the three kids settled on the floor, and together, they worked hard to restore the broken model to its original state.

That evening, Amelia put aside all other matters and spent the whole time with the children.

Little Dunham had grown a lot, and now when they took him downstairs for a walk, the brothers together could barely hold him.

It took all three siblings pulling on the dog leash, laughing and chasing around, the fun undeniable.

Watching this scene, Amelia couldn’t help but smile, pulling out her phone to take many photos and even record a video.

Tomorrow after Christopher’s surgery, she would show it to him, and he would surely be very happy...

Before the thought could settle, she remembered that he was blind.

He couldn’t see this scene of children’s laughter and joy.

He didn’t even remember getting married and having children.

The woman’s smile slowly faded, silently praying for a successful surgery tomorrow and wishing he could return to normal soon.

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Christopher’s surgery was scheduled for the morning.

Amelia had taken the morning off for the kids, so they didn’t go to kindergarten.

When she arrived at the hospital with the three little ones, Christopher was still dilly-dallying in the ward.

In fact, everything was ready, and he was just waiting to go into the operating room, but he insisted on waiting.

Emma Carter and George Hart were also in the ward, seeing their son staring eagerly at the door with his ears perked up as if listening for someone, Emma huffed with irritation, "He must be waiting for that woman! He’s completely besotted!"

A nurse came in to remind, "Mr. Hart, it’s almost time for your surgery. We need to go to the operating room now."

Christopher frowned, "Could we wait a few more minutes?"

"Mr. Hart, the chief and..."

The nurse was interrupted by voices in the corridor, prompting a sudden spark of life to Christopher’s somber face, "She’s here!"

Hearing the voices of the children, Emma’s face also fluctuated as she turned towards the door—indeed, Amelia and the three kids had arrived.

Upon entering and seeing everyone looking at her, Amelia paused, then released the children’s hands, "Go on, talk to your father."

The three little ones immediately rushed to the bedside.

"Daddy, I’m Hope, I’m here to see you... Mommy said you’re having surgery today. You have to be good and not be afraid... I have the most experience with this. When the anesthesiologist gives you the shot, you’ll fall asleep and won’t know a thing, it won’t hurt at all..."

"Daddy, I’m Noah..."

"Daddy, daddy, I’m Ethan! Mommy said you don’t remember, but you saved me, you’re so amazing! Like Superman, flying!"

The three incessant little mouths made Christopher’s bewildered and astonished face somewhat overwhelmed.

Knowing he was a father and having his kids right beside him calling him daddy were two very different emotions.

His memory was still stuck in his teenage years, the carefree youth, but the reality was—he had three children, a son and two daughters.

This...

Seeing him silent and looking foolishly stunned, Amelia followed the three little ones to the bedside, "Hey! The kids are talking to you, have you gone mute?"

Emma flared up at her tone, "How can you speak like that in front of the children?"

Without turning her head, Amelia replied lightly, "He’s not so delicate that every word needs to be weighed with care, is he?"

"You—" Emma’s anger intensified, but remembering that her son was about to be on the operating table and that her husband was giving her warning looks, she rolled her eyes resentfully and turned to leave.

The room was now left with only family members, and Amelia felt quite pleased inside.

She wasn’t afraid of Emma, but naturally, it was better not to see her.

"The time for the surgery is approaching, isn’t it? You’ve seen everyone you needed to see, now go to the surgery with peace of mind." Amelia glanced at her watch as she spoke indifferently.

"The kids have come all this way, what’s the harm in talking to them a bit longer?" the man responded with a low voice, turning his handsome face tenderly towards the bedside, "Hope, Noah...Ethan, right?"

Amelia showed a disdainful expression, thinking hasn’t he been acting detached these past few days? Finally, his conscience has kicked in?

Well, that saved her the trouble of giving a reminder.

"Daddy... do you really not remember Hope?"

"I didn’t, but now Mommy told me, so Daddy knows."

"Then I’ll quiz you—hm... what do I like to eat?"

"This..." Mr. Hart pondered the little girl’s tastes, guessing, "Chocolate? Ice cream?"

Hope pouted, "You really don’t remember anything. I’ve been sick since I was little, how could I eat ice cream!"

Mr. Hart: "..."

"Little sister, you’re better now, and when next summer comes, my brother and I will take you out for ice cream!" Ethan immediately chimed in.

Hope glanced at her two brothers, muttering, "No need... I have New Year’s money, so much! I’ll invite you guys instead."

Amelia raised her brows, quite surprised.

It seemed that the little girl had truly let go of her issues and accepted her two brothers.

Noah: "Then my brother and I will treat you to dessert."

"Let’s talk about it later, summer is still far away..." The little girl snubbed again.

Christopher, who didn’t remember past events, after hearing the siblings’ conversation, turned with a blissful "look" towards someone, "You’ve raised them well, they love and care for each other."

Amelia said, "I wouldn’t dare take the credit. You were the one who raised Hope, you doted on her, and she’s very dependent and trusts you. You better get well quickly; otherwise, if someone bullies your precious daughter in the future, you as a dad won’t be able to protect her."

"She has two older brothers, doesn’t she?" the man picked up the conversation, turning to his sons, "Noah, Ethan, you’ll protect your sister, right?"

Noah solemnly said, "With my brother and I protecting her, you should get well quickly and protect Mom instead."

Amelia’s heart gave a jolt as she looked towards her eldest son.

Christopher smiled, very pleased, "Alright, mission accepted, son. Daddy promises to complete it!"

"..." Amelia internally scoffed.

Her phone rang, and she took it out to see—it was a call from Snow Fitch.

Knowing what it was about, she silently turned and left.