Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 30: Holding Ethan and Colliding Head-On with Christopher Hart

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Holding Ethan and Colliding Head-On with Christopher Hart

He recognized her at a glance, the woman in the picture was Mom.

Connecting the dots with what his sister had said earlier, the boy’s sharp mind suddenly understood.

It seemed that the night Mom wasn’t home, she had gone to take care of his sister.

They had already met.

But why hadn’t Mom told him and his brother?

"Miss Hope! Miss Hope?"

Aunt Harper’s voice interrupted, and Noah quickly snapped back to reality, hurriedly putting on the duck mask and started hopping around in circles with the little girl.

Noah, "Sister, let’s agree to meet here in the future, okay?"

Hope, "Sure! But, brother, you can come to play at my house!"

Noah, "No need, my mom is too busy to have time."

Noah, "Also, oh! Meeting here is a secret between us, you can’t tell anyone, not even your dad."

Hope, "Ah? Why?"

Noah, "It’s just our secret, we can’t tell adults, and I won’t tell my mom either."

The naive and adorable little girl found this novel and interesting, nodding her head vigorously, "Mmm mmm mmm, let’s make a pinky promise!"

"Come on, pinky promise, hang yourself, no backing out for a hundred years!"

The fuzzy hand with a duck glove intertwined cutely with the small tender white hand.

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Snow Fitch received a call from the nanny, frowning in displeasure, "What? I asked you to keep an eye on them. With so many people around, what if they get lost..."

"Noah said he met a friend and wanted to surprise them, insisted on not having me follow. He’s with the park staff, so he should be fine..."

"They haven’t been in the country long, how does he have any friends here! Really... Forget it, where are you? I’ll come find you!"

After the call, Snow Fitch took Ethan’s hand to leave the line for the pirate ship, heading to the nanny’s location.

Unexpectedly, they hadn’t gone far when Ethan suddenly turned around, clinging to Snow Fitch, pleading like a spoiled child, "Aunt Snow, I’m tired..."

"Let’s endure a little longer, we’re going to find your brother."

"But I can’t walk anymore..." The little guy clung to her leg, octopus-like, refusing to walk any further, "Aunt Snow, carry me..."

"You’re so heavy..."

"Not heavy, not heavy! I’m really light, it’s my brother who is heavy!"

"..." Snow Fitch rolled her eyes, clenched her teeth, and reluctantly bent down to pick him up.

Oh, my goodness...

Miss Fitch almost ran out of breath and suddenly felt that the weight training at the gym was nothing compared to this.

"No wonder your mom is so thin, it’s all because you guys wear her out!"

"Hehe, Aunt Snow is the best. When I grow up, I’ll marry you!"

"Sure! Hearing you say that just shows you’ve inherited your dad’s scumbag tendencies!"

Snow Fitch almost lost her strength from laughter, tossing the little boy, who was hanging on her waist like a monkey, back up again, struggling to move forward.

"Miss Fitch." Suddenly, a bright voice called out ahead of them, filled with surprise and a hint of snicker, startling Snow Fitch almost out of her wits!

Looking at the tall and handsome man standing before her, with an air of aloof beauty, Snow Fitch’s heart skipped a beat, and she mentally screamed, it’s over, it’s over!

What kind of luck was this?

How did she run into Christopher Hart here?

Had he sought her out on purpose, or was it just a coincidence?

Christopher Hart saw her reaction clear as day, the smile on his lips growing deeper.

He hadn’t expected to run into Snow Fitch while searching for his daughter.

"Christopher Hart?" Snow Fitch was disheveled, but still holding onto a shred of rationality, greeted him and tried to probe, "Are you here playing with your daughter?"

Christopher Hart looked at her, "What if I said I was looking for you on purpose?"

"..." Snow Fitch’s mind was a total mess.

She chuckled nervously and stammered, "You... why are you looking for me?"

"Miss Fitch doesn’t know?"

"I’m not the Divine Calculator, how would I know?"

Christopher Hart didn’t want to inquire anything from her, as he knew he couldn’t get anything out of her anyway. Thus, with a mysterious smile, he glanced towards the little boy lying in her arms and tilted his chin slightly.

"Who is this child?"

Snow Fitch’s heart skipped a beat,

but quickly, her mind found its way.

If Christopher Hart really had followed her and discovered the existence of the child, then the encounter should not be met with such calm and indifferent composure; he would surely be in a rush to take the child away, wouldn’t he?

But he didn’t...

That means it was indeed a coincidence, and he knew nothing!

Understanding this, Snow Fitch immediately relaxed and patted the back of the little boy’s neck unconsciously, responding, "He’s my brother’s son. No one was available to watch him, so I took him out to play. Is there a problem?"

Just as she finished speaking, Ethan, who was lying on her shoulder, suddenly lifted his head and turned around.

Snow Fitch was so scared her heart was about to explode—she couldn’t even hold him still!

What she never could have expected was that when the little guy turned his head back, he stretched out his hands, pulled down his lower eyelids, rolled his eyes upward, dug his thumb at the corner of his mouth, and started making incomprehensible noises, pulling a face.

Christopher Hart was startled, his handsome face instantly turning dark with undisguised disdain.

"How has your brother not killed this wild child?"

"Hey!" Snow Fitch was instantly angry, "Can’t you say something nice about kids? You have a child yourself!"

The man sneered coldly, turning away, "My daughter is an angel."

"..." Grinding her teeth, Snow Fitch let out a breath of relief and shouted at the man’s retreating figure, "That’s because her mother did a great job! What does that have to do with you!"

Watching the man leave, Snow Fitch almost collapsed, setting Ethan down, nearly tumbling to the ground herself.

But before she could catch her breath, she remembered something and immediately called the nanny.

"Where are you? Don’t wander off, I’m coming right now!"

Worried that she had dodged a bullet only for the nanny to run into bad luck again, she didn’t wait to calm down and dragged Ethan with her, running swiftly.

The little guy had just said he was too tired to walk, but now he was sprinting quickly.

Snow Fitch belatedly realized and suddenly turned to ask, "Ethan, why did you suddenly make a face?"

The little trickster played dumb, "I like it!" and once again, he pulled at his eyes and mouth, making a face at Snow Fitch.

"..." His father was right; he was indeed a wild child!

What Snow Fitch didn’t know was that the little guy had started acting up when he saw his biological father, which was why he conveniently made her pick him up.

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After contacting Aunt Harper, Christopher confirmed their location and quickly headed in their direction.

All along the way, several young girls swooned at him, and some even took photos with their phones.

From a distance, he saw a group of mascots interacting and knew he was close to where his daughter was.

The man quickened his steps, walking towards his daughter...

If there were visuals and effects at this moment, the screen would definitely split in two, with a bold, cracked "VS" in the middle.

On one half—

Snow Fitch, holding Noah’s hand, was panting heavily as she sprinted through the crowd, sending people tumbling.

On the other half—