Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 327: Eldest Daughter and Son-in-law

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Eldest Daughter and Son-in-law

The two of them embraced, and Amelia’s restless, uneasy heart finally calmed down a little.

After quietly lingering together for a while, she suddenly sat up, picked up her phone, and said, "Oh, let me make a quick call!"

Christopher was startled, "Call who? The police?"

Amelia glanced at him, "The police? Don’t you feel embarrassed? You want these messy affairs to end up in a police station?"

"Then..."

"I’ll call Jacob!" Amelia explained, noticing his confused expression, clearly not remembering who that was. "My half-brother! My stepmother’s son!"

But when Amelia searched her contacts, she suddenly realized she didn’t save her brother’s number.

So, she decided to call Lucas King instead.

Christopher listened to her phone conversation, growing more puzzled. "That kid... why is he with Lucas King?"

"Yeah! This is all your arrangement! Lucas said, before your accident, you met that kid, saw that his nature wasn’t entirely bad but that he’d fallen in with bad company and turned into a reckless troublemaker. So you decided to give him a chance—get him into Seal-Cloud Corporation and have him work under Lucas."

For months now, Amelia had been too busy to check on how her brother was doing.

With Lucas providing the number, she called Jacob.

To her surprise, the person on the other end recognized her immediately and cheerfully greeted her first, "Sis, you finally remembered me! I thought you’d completely forgotten you even had a brother!"

The audacity...

Amelia froze for a second, slightly uneasy, "Well... I’m calling today because I need your help."

"Sis, there’s no need to be so formal with me!" Jacob enthusiastically called her "Sis" repeatedly, speaking sweetly and with such familiarity as if they were truly a close-knit pair of siblings.

"Haha, whatever you need me to do, just say the word!"

"It’s like this..."

Amelia briefly described today’s events to Jacob. Before she could express what she wanted, he had already figured it out. "Sis, you want me to go over there and talk some sense into Dad, right?"

"Mm, you’re his only son. Maybe he’ll listen to you."

Jacob chuckled, the tone tinged with mockery, "He doesn’t care about anyone’s feelings. Forget that I’m his son—even if I were his father, my words wouldn’t sway him."

"..."

"Anyway, since you’ve asked me, I’ll definitely go over there. Just send me the address."

Amelia looked at Christopher, as though seeking his approval.

The man didn’t object, giving her a knowing glance. She understood and agreed with Jacob. After hanging up, she sent him the address.

Christopher smirked faintly and said, "Seems, Michael Garcia has indeed sunk to the point of being abandoned by everyone around him."

"Yes, which makes him dangerous, because he has nothing left to lose. He’s just a rabid dog now."

"Don’t worry. Rabid dogs never have good endings."

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The powerful, domineering Lincoln came to a steady stop in front of the Hart family’s old manor, its doors swinging open.

Amelia got out first. Gazing upon the familiar, old-fashioned architecture, long-buried memories layered with dust surfaced in her mind one by one.

During her three years of marriage to Christopher, every holiday visit here left her feeling stifled and resistant.

In Imperial Garden, their relationship had already been awkward and stagnant, like a lifeless pond incapable of stirring any ripples.

Coming here, things only froze further—like stepping back into the Ice Age.

Emma Carter had never once looked at her properly. No matter what Amelia said or how much silence she kept, no matter where she walked or what she ate, she always seemed invisible, like a ghost fading from existence.

If, on rare occasions, the conversation stumbled upon her, it consisted of biting sarcasm and utter disdain.

Thankfully, each time they came for a meal, Christopher would rush things along, never lingering long—almost as soon as he set down his chopsticks, he’d stand up, claim he had work at the company, and take her with him to leave.

Years later, reflecting back, she suddenly grasped a deeper meaning behind those moments.

Could it have been... back then...

Christopher was slower getting out of the car due to needing assistance from several bodyguards with his wheelchair.

Once the wheelchair was settled, he looked up to see Amelia standing by the vehicle, her gaze fixed on the old manor, staring blankly. Her exquisitely beautiful face seemed faintly clouded with fear, and for a moment, his strikingly handsome features fell into quiet stillness.

"Amelia... are you still holding onto memories of the past?"

Amelia blinked slightly, snapping back to reality, feigning indifference. "Not really... it’s been too long. I’ve mostly forgotten."

She turned to face him, her eyes tracing his deeply handsome profile, asking the question weighing on her mind: "Back then, every time we visited, you always left as soon as the meal was over—were you thinking about my feelings?"

At that, Christopher’s expression shifted instantly.

With close scrutiny, one could even spot the poorly hidden embarrassment and discomfort in his eyes...

As if he’d done something shameful that had been exposed.

Amelia saw his reaction, nodded slightly, and knew her guess had been correct.

"Why didn’t you make it clear at the time? If you had been honest with me, perhaps... things wouldn’t have ended up like they did."

She had always believed that, because of their misunderstandings, Christopher had long seen her as a calculating, ruthless gold digger, harboring nothing but hatred toward her, devoid of even a shred of affection.

But now, it seemed he’d merely been cold on the surface while silently protecting her deep down.

Christopher hadn’t expected her to say such a thing. His eyes widened slightly with surprise, his lips parted, and he stammered quietly, "I... I thought, at the time, you didn’t love me anymore. That you had only married me reluctantly because of Grandpa’s insistence and for your grandmother’s medical expenses..."

And men, especially proud young ones, often care too much about their egos to admit pain.

So, even if he’d longed deeply for her in his heart, he wouldn’t dare let it show.

In fact, he’d hated himself for it.

Hated that he could be so entirely used by a woman and yet still unable to let go of her.

How foolish he’d been!

Everything had been a misunderstanding, stemming from his mistrust of the woman he loved most.

Thus, his sins ran deep, and the torment of these past years felt almost justified.

"Let it go—it’s all in the past now. Right and wrong are water under the bridge." Amelia sighed softly, casting aside the tangled web of memories, then moved behind his wheelchair and began pushing him forward.

The Hart family’s old manor was vast; they walked quite a distance before reaching the main house.

Soon, the sound of yelling and reprimanding from the main hall met their ears.

A servant stepped out, startled to see them, then turned back and shouted, "The young master and mistress have returned! It’s really her—the mistress is back!"

Emma Carter’s voice rang out sharply from within upon hearing the servant’s words, furious beyond comprehension, "Are you out of your mind? There’s no mistress anymore! Who’s this mistress you’re talking about!"

The servant fell silent in fear and immediately backed away.

Michael Garcia had been lounging like a delinquent on the main hall’s steps.

When he heard the servant’s words, he turned his head abruptly and spotted his eldest daughter standing there. His sinister eyes narrowed, and a grin spread across his face.

He stood up, still smiling, and shouted loudly, "Look at that—my eldest daughter and son-in-law have come back!"

Before the words finished leaving his mouth, his tone shifted abruptly, "Oh? Didn’t you bring the kids along? Aren’t there three of them? My daughter is truly extraordinary—having triplets, it’s amazing!"

Amelia felt deeply disgusted at his words.

Staring at the familiar face of the middle-aged man in front of her, she felt as if he were a stranger.

How could someone live in such a repulsive and loathsome way?

Emma Carter caught sight of them, torn between joy and anger.

Joy, naturally because her son had returned, and he seemed to be recovering well. As his mother, she inevitably felt happiness.

—No matter how much she asserted they’d severed ties, deep down, it was a bond she couldn’t cut.

Anger, of course, stemmed from seeing Amelia, who, in her eyes, was the source of all her conflicts, misfortunes, pain, and regrets.

—Even now, she couldn’t understand why her son had been so bewitched, so utterly fixated on her.

If not for Amelia, the once admired, affluent Hart family wouldn’t have fallen into this pitiful state.