Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 304: Rift

Chapter 304: Chapter 304: Rift

Looking at his daughter’s swollen face, and the little girl’s earlier smug boasting about her "victory," Christopher’s heart ached as much as he was furious.

He hadn’t expected that even while his mother was hospitalized, she wouldn’t forget to seize such a rare opportunity—actually scheming to take both grandchildren away while he and Wendy weren’t around.

Even less had he imagined that she would lay hands on Hope.

Such a lovable and clever little girl, adored by strangers at first sight—how could her own grandmother bear to hurt her?

Could it really be as Hope said, that she was an "old witch"?

"I’m sorry... I failed to protect the children." Facing the accusations of the woman he cherished, Christopher was powerless to argue. His birth family was an unavoidable existence, and the harm they had inflicted upon her and the children could never be erased.

All he could offer was an apology.

"I’ll call them right now and tell them to stop going to Imperial Garden, to stop troubling the children."

After speaking, he turned back to instruct the kids a few things, ended the call, and then left the room.

Amelia sat on the couch, her emotions in disarray, unable to collect her thoughts for a long time.

In the past few days, her relationship with Christopher had noticeably improved.

Especially when he showed up at such a critical moment, like a hero saving the day, she couldn’t help but fall into the finely woven web of his tender care. She had momentarily forgotten the insurmountable chasm and barriers between them.

How could the Hart Family ever accept her?

They probably all silently prayed that she would perish entirely upon hearing of her plane crash, didn’t they?

How foolish of her...

Watching today’s video of her daughter’s suffering brought her abruptly back to her senses, her heart retreating instantly to the position she knew it should hold.

Outside the room, Christopher’s anger remained unresolved. Holding back his trembling breaths, he dialed the phone, forcing himself to suppress the fire raging within him.

The phone rang endlessly without being answered. He glanced at the screen and frowned.

Deliberately ignoring?

Frustration and fury burned even brighter within him. He redirected the call to George.

Meanwhile, across the ocean, the elder Harts were in a hospital ward with their daughter.

Tormented by their troubles, their only solace now was venting to her. Emma Carter’s frustrations boiled over as she wept bitterly, lamenting her misfortunes. She complained about how her daughter had worn her out emotionally since childhood, and now her son was just as ungrateful...

Wendy Hart comforted her while secretly resenting the person she blamed for all this—Amelia Garcia.

The phone rang, prompting Emma to glance at it before muting it in frustration. "Still has the gall to call? Probably calling to hold us accountable for yesterday’s incident!"

Wendy observed her mother, her expression just as bitter. "My brother is truly blind. What’s so great about that woman? Has she bewitched him so completely that he’d ignore his own family for her?"

"He’s completely under her spell!"

Before the words had fully landed, George’s phone began to ring again.

"Is it him? It must be since I ignored his call, so now he’s chasing you," Emma said with motherly foresight, knowing her son’s persistent nature.

George stared at the phone for a moment, taking a deep breath to suppress his anger before answering. "Alright, let’s hear him out and see how he plans to shift the blame!"

Sliding to answer, George opened with a stern challenge. "Why are you calling? Here to fault us for going to Imperial Garden yesterday?"

Christopher, seeing his father’s blunt approach, wasted no time. He answered plainly, "You knew the children aren’t familiar with you. Why did you and Mom go to the house while both Wendy and I were away, just to trouble them? Hope is so young, how could Mom have the heart to hit her?"

"We’re their grandparents. Are we not even allowed to go see them? When neither of you is present, we thoughtfully brought them back to care for them—was that wrong?" George responded righteously, dodging the real issue.

But Christopher wasn’t swayed. Knowing reason wouldn’t prevail, he decided not to argue further. After a brief pause, he said only, "Wendy and I have reconciled. I know you will never accept her, but it doesn’t matter. I never planned to bring her back to the Hart Family estate."

"What? You two reconciled? Are you getting remarried?" George was taken aback.

Christopher ignored his question and continued, "As for the three children, if you ever come to terms with things and they choose to recognize you in the future, I won’t stop them. But if they don’t, I won’t force it."

"You ungrateful wretch! What are you implying? Are you cutting ties with us?"

Christopher responded indifferently, "Isn’t that what you’ve long wanted? Consider it so. Anyway, take care of yourselves."

With that, he ended the call decisively, not giving George a chance to respond.

George stared at the phone in his hand, stunned, as his son’s cold and cutting words echoed in his ears. He was so furious he couldn’t recover for a moment.

Emma, watching him stand there motionless, called out but received no reply. Standing up, she approached him, studying his frozen expression. "What happened? What did that ungrateful brat say this time? Are they getting remarried?"

George gritted his teeth, holding back his anger before finally exhaling and saying, "He said they’ve reconciled. He also said he doesn’t intend to bring her into the Hart Family estate and plans to cut ties with us."

"What?!" Emma’s eyes widened in shock, nearly fainting from rage.

"Didn’t I say? That woman is so scheming! She’s playing Christopher like a fiddle, using a strategy of retreat to lure pursuit! Now look, she’s successfully bewitched him, claiming all his assets, and even making him cut us off! She’s absolutely ruthless! And Christopher, that fool, has completely lost his mind. How has he let her manipulate him like this?"

Emma sobbed hopelessly, collapsing into her chair, nearly pounding her chest in despair.

Wendy got out of bed and walked slowly to her mother’s side, crouching down. "Mom..."

"Wendy, how could your brother be so blind... Tossing aside his parents for the sake of one woman..."

"Mom, please don’t upset yourself. Your health is more important..." Wendy lightly stroked Emma’s chest, trying to calm her down.

Watching her parents’ pain and anger, Wendy’s own jealousy and resentment boiled over, filling the room with unspoken emotions.

That woman must have come back solely for revenge.

And now, she had won—utterly and completely.

She was probably laughing her head off in triumph!

"Mom, when they return, I’ll find Amelia and have a talk with her," Wendy suddenly said, still seething after a while.

Emma wiped away her tears, sitting up slightly to give her daughter a worried and puzzled look. "Why would you meet her? Wendy, that woman is too wicked—you won’t be able to outmatch her."

Wendy clasped Emma’s hand, her voice soft yet firm. "Mom, don’t worry. I’ll be careful. After all... it’s my own recklessness and impulsiveness back then that led to this. Now that it’s come to this point, I’m the one who should resolve it."

Emma, unconvinced, gripped her daughter’s hand tightly. "But your health... The doctors said—"

"It’s fine. What does it matter if there’s little time left for me? I’ve long made my peace with it. The doctors said I wouldn’t live past twenty anyway; the past few years... have already been a luxury."