Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 318 Brewing Danger

Chapter 318: Chapter 318 Brewing Danger

Wendy Hart was anxious, as if eager to clarify a fact, yet overwhelmed by the helplessness of disbelief.

"Really, if you don’t believe me, you can ask her—see if she said those words back then!"

Christopher Hart stared at her, his expression surprised but only for a moment. He quickly firmed up, saying, "Even if she said it back then, I believe there must have been a reason. I only care about ’now.’ Delving into the past is meaningless."

"Brother!"

"Wendy, if you still consider me your big brother, then stop trying to tear me and Amelia apart. Regardless of feelings, just for the sake of the three children alone, I will go forward with her properly."

Christopher knew he had missed out once and paid a heavy price. No matter what, he couldn’t make the same mistake again.

He trusted Amelia and would no longer doubt her in the slightest.

As long as they could be together, whether she loved him didn’t matter.

To spend their days together, to reunite as a family—this happiness far surpassed the idea of two people being madly in love.

Of course, if Amelia didn’t resist his closeness and occasionally let him enjoy the tenderness of romance, it would be an added bonus.

At this age, a fiery, all-consuming love had long ago faded into irrelevance.

Thinking about this, Christopher felt a bit steadier at heart. He looked at his sister and urged, "Your health isn’t good; you should focus on taking care of yourself. Don’t worry about my matters."

"Brother, do you think if you’re not doing well, Mom and Dad and I can just turn a blind eye and not worry at all?"

"How do you know I’m not doing well?"

Wendy studied him carefully. "You’ve ended up like this, yet you think you’re doing great? And you’re being deceived without even realizing it! Your entire fortune has been swindled away by her, and you still—"

"Wendy!" Christopher interrupted her, suppressing his irritation as he reiterated firmly, "I gave all of that voluntarily. She didn’t steal it through tricks. Besides, she and I are family. It doesn’t matter whose name those assets are under."

"You and her are family... What about us? Are we not your family anymore?"

Wendy let out a bitter laugh. Without waiting for her brother’s response, she lowered her lashes and said faintly, "Of course... to you, we probably don’t even count as family anymore. Your eyes recovered, and you didn’t say a word to us. When you were hospitalized again after coming back, you didn’t tell us. Mom got sick, and you didn’t care; I’m about to die... and you haven’t shown any concern."

Christopher had been angry, unwilling even to exchange more words with his sister. But hearing her last sentence, his demeanor grew serious and serious again. "What did you just say? You’re dying? What’s going on?"

Realizing that he truly hadn’t cared about his sister much recently, Christopher felt guilty. His tone softened a bit. "I remember Mom said you had surgery a few months ago. Are you not recovering well?"

Wendy had intended to tell him the truth but suddenly changed her mind as a thought crossed her mind. "My body’s always been like this—patched together, just delaying the inevitable. Maybe one day I’ll fall asleep and never wake up. Isn’t that essentially dying?"

So that was it.

Christopher felt relieved and tried to comfort her. "Don’t overthink. Didn’t the doctors say years ago that you wouldn’t live past twenty? Look, it’s been several years since then, and you’re still here, doing fine. Trust the doctors and trust medicine."

Ha...

In her heart, Wendy laughed coldly, utterly disappointed in her elder brother.

When they were young, he cherished her so deeply, pampered her endlessly. But now, even his words of concern felt so perfunctory and dismissive.

In his eyes, and in his heart, there was only Amelia Garcia and their children.

Finally, Wendy understood. This big brother had long ceased to belong to her.

Only she held onto those beautiful memories, clinging to the bond between siblings.

Christopher noticed the sorrow on her face and fell silent, staring at her. In the end, unable to bear it completely, he asked with concern, "Did Mom and Dad know you came here? Are you staying in the hospital, a recovery center, or at home now?"

"I’m leaving the hospital tomorrow, going home." In her final days, she didn’t want to waste time confined to a hospital.

Her brief and hurried life had been spent mostly in hospitals.

"How’s Mom’s health now?"

"If you care, why don’t you call and ask?"

Christopher’s face grew somber, his tone tinged with helplessness. "Every time I call, Mom brings up the same old topics..." His words would eventually lead to a quarrel and fallout.

So he simply stopped calling to avoid upsetting his mother.

"Mom speaks for your own good. She and Dad have had such a hard life, raising a daughter like me while fearing for my life for over twenty years. They used to think of you as their pride and joy, but who would’ve thought you’d turn against them because of a woman. From Mom and Dad’s perspective, they’re the ones who’ve suffered the most, who’ve been the most heartbroken and devastated."

Christopher agreed only halfway with those words.

"Actually, they could have chosen a happy retirement, living in peace, surrounded by children and grandchildren. It’s their own refusal to let go. Wendy, you’re closer to Mom; you should persuade her to weigh the pros and cons and enjoy the present. Our family didn’t have to end up this way."

Wendy lifted her eyes toward her brother and couldn’t help but laugh coldly.

Her intention in coming had been to persuade him to sever ties with that woman, to cut things cleanly.

But now he wanted her to persuade their mother to let go of her resentment toward that woman and accept her instead?

After laughing, Wendy shook her head and murmured dazedly, "Brother... You might be a good father, and one day you’ll probably be a good husband, but you’re definitely not a good son. You’re going to regret this someday."

Leaving those words behind, Wendy motioned to the housekeeper to push her wheelchair and turned to leave.

Christopher stared at his sister’s departing figure, his expression cold and severe.

That final statement—it felt laden with a deeper meaning.

But what deeper meaning could it hold? He couldn’t figure it out right away.

Wendy had only just left when the hospital room door was pushed open again—Benny Palmer was here.

"Christopher, did you bully your sister again? I greeted her and she completely ignored me." Benny had been busy for days after returning but finally found time to visit his friend in the hospital.

Christopher snapped back to attention and instructed, "In the coming days, if you have time, help me look into Wendy’s health situation."

Benny was surprised. "What do you mean? If you’re concerned, why don’t you ask her directly?"

"She was too vague in what she said."

"Alright, I’ll check into it later." Benny sat down and scrutinized him for a moment, then suddenly, with a gossiping tone, asked, "How are things with Amelia... the past couple of days?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... have you fought, had a cold war, or bickered?"

Christopher knew Benny inside and out. They were childhood friends, practically brothers. Hearing Benny speak in cryptic tones, not purely for gossip, Christopher frowned slightly and replied with a more serious tone, "If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don’t beat around the bush."

"Oh, never mind then..." Benny suddenly laughed, changing the subject. "How’s your recovery? Did the doctor mention when you can be discharged?"

Benny’s unusual behavior made Christopher even surer that he was hiding something. His face grew colder, his tone sharper. "Are you intentionally provoking me because I can’t move right now, using that to get away with it?"