Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 310: She Panicked

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: She Panicked

These past few days while Mom and Dad were away, the brothers shared a bedroom, and Hope stayed with Aunt Harper.

Amelia first went to check on the brothers. She saw the two little ones curled up under the blanket, only their small heads sticking out, looking adorable and well-behaved. Her heart instantly softened.

Christopher, the elder brother, was a naturally worrisome child. Even in his dreams, his delicate brows were subtly furrowed, as if concerned about something.

Amelia gently raised her hand and brushed it lightly across the space between her eldest son’s brows, hoping to ease his worries away.

The younger brother, on the other hand, had always been carefree and was undoubtedly a foodie. Even in his sound sleep, he moved his lips occasionally, as if dreaming about something tasty.

Looking at the silly posture of her second son, she couldn’t help but smile. She playfully flicked his nose and pulled the blanket back over him after he had kicked it off.

"You’ve been away for a week, and the kids talk about you every single day. When they see Mommy and Daddy back tomorrow morning, they’re guaranteed to jump for joy," Aunt Harper said softly, smiling beside her.

Amelia nodded and got up. "It’s been hard on you these days. I’ll go check on Hope."

Aunt Harper followed her, saying, "Miss Hope has been sleeping with me these past few nights. How about I carry her back to the master bedroom now?"

"No need, don’t wake her."

Knowing that Aunt Harper had been taking care of her daughter day and night, Amelia didn’t mind Hope sharing a bed with her and directly headed to Aunt Harper’s room.

Though she was just a little girl, Hope’s sleeping posture was even more domineering than her brothers’. She sprawled out with arms and legs spread wide, occupying over half the bed.

It was clear Aunt Harper hadn’t slept well these past few nights.

Seeing her daughter, Amelia couldn’t help but think of the day Hope proudly recounted her battle with the "Wicked Grandma," and her heart tightened.

She gently brushed aside her daughter’s soft hair, examining her face closely. The marks on her cheeks had already faded, and her little face was back to its smooth porcelain fairness.

Aunt Harper, knowing what Amelia was worried about, whispered, "The family doctor checked on her and left some ointment. I’ve been applying it to Miss Hope daily, and the swelling subsided quickly. It’s just her back and arms... there are still a few bruises that might take a few more days to fade."

Amelia said nothing but quietly lifted the blanket.

Little Hope was sleeping on her stomach, and as her pajama top rode up, her back came into view.

"Why is it so large?" Amelia gasped and hurriedly asked.

"At that time... Miss Hope was pushed and her back hit the coffee table," Aunt Harper said remorsefully. "It was our negligence, mine and Fuller’s, for failing to properly protect the children."

As parents, seeing their children suffer makes their hearts ache uncontrollably, wishing they could bear the pain instead.

Yet, despite the anguish, Amelia wasn’t one to confuse right from wrong.

"Let it go. Emma’s always been domineering, and she’s never liked Hope. It’s not your fault."

Aunt Harper furrowed her brows tightly, both angry and bewildered. "It’s the first time I’ve seen a grandmother like this. Miss Hope is so adorable, how could she—"

Fearing she might irritate her mistress by bringing up the topic, Aunt Harper cut herself off halfway, leaving only a sigh.

Amelia sat by the bed for quite some time before realizing it was already late, and Aunt Harper also needed her rest.

She rose, and Aunt Harper stepped back, asking, "Madam, are you hungry? There’s still warm food in the kitchen. Let me go—"

"No need." Amelia interrupted her and glanced back at her daughter. "It’s too late; you should rest. I’ll take care of it myself."

"How can that be? I’ll—"

"Don’t trouble yourself, sleep well. I’ll go down and check in on your husband."

Now understanding that the couple might wish to quietly dine alone without outside intrusion, Aunt Harper smiled knowingly. "Alright, I’ll stay here with Miss Hope then."

"Mm..."

Seeing that all the children were safe and sound, Amelia felt the weight on her heart finally ease.

By daybreak, she still planned to take the children back to their own residence.

Though Imperial Garden was nice, running into Emma was inevitable.

After this unpleasant experience, she no longer wanted Emma to see the children.

Call her ruthless and unfeeling or uncultured, she only wanted to do everything in her power to protect her kids.

She presumed Christopher would be in the living room, but when she went downstairs, she found it empty.

Looking upstairs—could he have returned to his room to rest?

As she puzzled over it, Fuller approached. "Madam."

She turned to ask, "Where’s Christopher?"

Fuller’s face darkened, hesitating for a moment before saying, "After you got out of the car, President Hart wasn’t feeling well, so he went to the hospital."

"Went to the hospital?" Amelia was startled. "What’s wrong with him?"

"That... I’m not sure either."

Amelia stood in shock for a moment, then quickly strode over to the sofa, grabbed the landline, and called Christopher’s number.

With his stubborn nature, if he wasn’t feeling particularly awful, he wouldn’t go to the hospital at such a late hour.

But he seemed fine when they got off the plane earlier, so why had things suddenly turned dire?

Or was he just forcing himself to appear normal all along?

The phone rang for quite a while, her impatience growing as she was about to hang up and call Lucas King instead when the line connected.

"Christopher, what’s wrong? Where are you feeling unwell?"

"Madam, it’s Lucas King."

"Lucas King? What’s going on with Christopher?"

The fact that he hadn’t answered the call himself made her heart sink further, assuming the situation was likely worse than she had imagined.

Lucas King stood outside the emergency department, hesitant to disclose the truth, but recalling his boss’s instructions...

"President Hart’s fine, just feeling a bit unwell and wanted to get checked out for peace of mind."

"Really? Then let him take the call."

"He... He’s currently unavailable; the doctor is in the middle of treating him."

Clutching the receiver, Amelia grew increasingly restless. "Which hospital are you at?"

"Madam, President Hart instructed that once his examination is over, he’ll return. You don’t need to come over."

Ignoring him, she asked outright, "Is it the hospital where he was previously admitted?"

"...Yes."

Hanging up the phone, she couldn’t care less about her fatigue. Turning to Fuller, she demanded, "Get me a car key."

Fuller replied, "Madam, it’s late. Let me drive you there."

"No, you stay at home. I’ll drive myself." With children at home, it was imperative to have security nearby.

Seeing her resolute expression, Fuller knew he couldn’t persuade her otherwise and handed her a car key.

Driving at top speed, unease gnawed at her.

This man, who had shamelessly clung to her for months, irritated her to no end.

Yet now, he went out of his way to care for her, even while inconvenienced physically, tirelessly running back and forth to support her—if something happened to him, how would she repay this debt of kindness?

She despised owing favors, as if burdened by shackles, always feeling inferior.

So, he’d better not have any mishaps!

Rushing to the hospital, she headed for the emergency department and arrived just as someone was being wheeled out.

Seeing Lucas King and Benny Palmer stepping forward, she realized it must be him.

"Christopher!" She assumed he was conscious and rushed over, calling out. But when she got close, she saw that he not only had an oxygen tube under his nose but his eyes were tightly shut, his face completely devoid of color. He looked as though he had reverted to his prior vegetative state.

Her heart sank heavily. Staring intently at him, she murmured, almost in disbelief, "What... What happened to him? He was perfectly fine when we landed..."

He’d even had the energy to wrangle with Snow Fitch over petty jealousy.

How could he suddenly look so lifeless?

Benny Palmer sneered faintly and said, "On the way back, his face was ashen. He barely managed to keep up appearances. You were sitting by his side the whole time, didn’t you notice?"

She turned to Benny, her eyes blank with confusion and panic. "I..."

"It’s internal organ bleeding," the doctor said, removing his mask with a stern expression and scolding, "He previously underwent abdominal surgery that hasn’t fully healed yet. In his condition, even getting out of bed should be done cautiously. How could you let him board a plane and endure a long-haul flight? It’s reckless! If he’d come any later, he wouldn’t have made it!"

Amelia stood in a daze, replaying the doctor’s words in her mind before her gaze settled back on Christopher’s sleeping face. Her emotions overflowed with complexity.

As the nurses wheeled away the stretcher, she stayed motionless.

It was a long while before she snapped out of it and quickly followed after them.

Outside the hospital room, Benny Palmer stopped her.

"Amelia, let’s talk."

She paused her steps, her gaze moving from the man’s face toward the window in the door, peering at the figure inside the room. After a moment, she shifted her attention back to Benny.

"Are you going to say that I’m ungrateful and heartless?" From Benny’s expression, she could already guess his words.

Benny chuckled coldly, his tone cutting, "At least you have some self-awareness."

"..."

"Normally, matters of the heart should be left to the individuals involved, with outsiders having no right to comment. But given how long we’ve known each other, and the bond we share that goes deeper than friendship, don’t you feel you’ve taken things too far?"

Too far?

Amelia stared at him, her gaze growing sharper.

"Not convinced?" Benny, seeing her icy expression grow solemn, smirked. "You’re smart; surely you know whether Christopher’s feelings for you are genuine or not. Yet you remain indifferent, or worse, give mixed signals—it’s excessive, isn’t it?"

"He values you above all else, yet you treat him like he’s insignificant. Isn’t that going too far? If you truly don’t love him and feel absolutely no affection for him, there are plenty of ways to put an end to all this. Allowing him to linger for months—isn’t that proof you harbor some sentiment for him?"

Amelia had initially only felt guilt. The doctor’s words about him nearly losing his life had sent her mind buzzing with remorse.

But hearing Benny’s remarks now, her anger surged uncontrollably.

"So you believe I’m doing this intentionally, playing hard-to-get, or using his power and status for my own gain?"

"Whether that’s true or not, you know best yourself."

She was so furious she laughed. "Why are you men all so conceited? If not for the three children, I wouldn’t have come back at all—or gotten tangled up with him to begin with."

"The children are undeniably a reality, so any decision you make ought to consider them. From their perspective, they want their parents to reconcile, to live in a complete and loving family. You haven’t kept their wishes in mind."

"I—"