Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 328: The Psychopath Killer

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: The Psychopath Killer

"Aren’t you still in the hospital? What are you doing back?" Emma Carter glanced at her son, then shifted her gaze away before asking impatiently.

Before the two could speak, Emma’s gaze had already landed on Amelia Garcia. Her expression became even more disdainful and annoyed: "You’re shameless! Christopher has already been dragged into this mess because of you, and you still won’t let him go!"

Emma Carter had deliberately chosen to call Amelia, intending to keep her son out of this matter, unwilling to let him be inconvenienced by unnecessary trouble.

She assumed it was Amelia who had brought her son here.

Christopher Hart’s face was already clouded, and upon hearing this, he suppressed his anger as he explained, "Mom, it’s not her fault. Wendy called me."

Before his words finished, Wendy Hart’s voice came from the main hall, "Mom, I was the one who called my brother."

Emma turned to look at her daughter, her gaze filled with reproach, though she said nothing.

"Fine, do whatever you want. Now let’s discuss what to do next... Money — we won’t give you a single dime! Let me speak plainly: I wouldn’t even give you a scrap meant for beggars!"

The "you" in this sentence clearly grouped Amelia Garcia and Michael Garcia together.

Michael Garcia immediately grew agitated. "Emma Carter! You old witch! Heartless and cruel!"

"Michael Garcia! What are you, exactly? How dare you speak to me like that! Look at the children you’ve raised — one more shameless than the other! And take a close look at yourself — are you even human? You’re worse than an animal!"

"Emma Carter!" Michael Garcia was so furious he struggled to his feet, his face red and his neck bulging, yelling, "What noble origins do you come from yourself? You only married well, had good luck! Back when Amelia’s mother was alive, you’d fawn over her constantly!"

"You have the audacity to bring up Abigail? Had she not been blind enough to marry a brute like you, would she have died so early from the stress? Let me tell you straight — I’ve never thought highly of you! My past dealings with the Garcia family were only because of Abigail. Without her, who do you think you are?"

This stung Amelia, her lashes lifting slightly as she looked at Emma Carter.

Suddenly, it all made sense to her...

Emma’s resentment and rejection of her stemmed from this reason.

Her mother was gone. The Garcia family had fallen. Emma Carter despised them from the bottom of her heart.

Naturally, she wouldn’t want her to be with Christopher Hart.

It seemed Wendy’s hostility toward her was merely a front.

The real mastermind behind the rejection was Emma Carter.

Christopher Hart hadn’t expected to hear all this from his mother’s mouth. His dark eyes widened in surprise, and then he turned toward the woman standing beside him.

"Amelia..." he murmured softly, his voice full of worry.

Amelia’s heart was a whirlwind of emotions, but she was clear that none of this was Christopher’s fault. She forced a smile at him, signaling that she was fine.

Indeed, there was nothing worth dwelling on.

Over the years, she’d endured plenty of Emma’s rejection and disdain, not to mention countless harsh words. What was this compared to all that?

Michael Garcia, however, seemed dumbfounded by Emma’s domineering tirade, momentarily rendered speechless.

A few seconds of tense silence lingered. He glanced around nervously and waved his hand dismissively, saying, "I don’t care! My daughter has already given the Hart family a child! You must pay this sum of money! Besides, look at your son now—what’s he capable of? His legs are crippled, right? He’s confined to a wheelchair. Won’t my daughter have to care for him for the rest of his life? Asking for that bit of money isn’t unreasonable! If you don’t—"

"Michael Garcia!" Amelia wasn’t hurt by Emma’s cruel words, but her father’s shamelessness rattled her so deeply her hands and feet trembled.

If blood ties could be severed, she’d take a knife and stab herself in the heart at this moment, returning her life to him!

A sudden, piercing shout silenced the entire room.

Michael Garcia flinched in shock, turning to his daughter, eyes wide and swallowing hard, before mustering enough courage to yell back, "You stupid girl! I’m your father! Speak to me with a bit of respec—"

"Enough!" Amelia interrupted before he could finish, her voice fiercer this time. Emotional intensity caused her strikingly beautiful eyes to protrude slightly, her pupils burning with crimson.

Michael Garcia watched his daughter take deliberate steps toward him, instinctively retreating, stammering, "What are you... What are you doing? Could it be that you want to hit me?"

"Amelia!" Christopher Hart called out urgently but, seated in his wheelchair, couldn’t stop her. Instead, he gestured to the nearby bodyguards.

The bodyguards caught on quickly and stepped closer toward them.

Michael Garcia grew even more nervous. "You... you... What are you all doing...? It’s broad daylight—"

"Michael Garcia, don’t think that just because I’m a woman, I am easily bullied! You’ve never fulfilled a father’s responsibility—not when Fiona and her daughter abused and mistreated me, not when I was struggling in despair. You didn’t care about me in the slightest, even blaming me for the shame of divorce and throwing me out when I was of no use to you. If I died now, you wouldn’t shed a single tear, would you? Yet now that my life is better, you shamelessly show up, claiming me as your daughter, trying to squeeze out whatever’s left of value from me?"

"Comparing you to animals is an insult to animals! Even a tiger wouldn’t harm its own cub, but what have you done? Don’t think I’ll only tolerate your exploitation—if you push me too far, I’d sooner see us perish together!"

When Amelia finished, her exquisitely beautiful face resembled that of a witch in a martial arts movie who had gone rogue, her entire demeanor radiating a commanding, chilling aura that truly stunned Michael Garcia.

But he quickly regained his composure, laughing uncomfortably as he said, "Who are you trying to scare? Perish together? You’re throwing away your life? You’ve got three kids! Aren’t you going to care for them?"

"Ha—" Amelia chuckled coldly, her tone deliberate and mocking. "Do you not know... if someone with a mental illness commits murder during a psychotic episode, they’re free from criminal liability?"

Mental illness?

Her words caused everyone present to visibly react, their expressions shifting.

Except Christopher Hart, who lowered his gaze slightly, hiding a faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corners of his lips.

It seemed this woman had truly been pushed over the edge—to the point of coming up with such a scheme.

"You have a mental illness?" Michael Garcia was both surprised and skeptical, nervously scanning her from head to toe. "You’re lying!"

She gave a bitter laugh, her tone depleted and melancholy. "After everything I’ve been through... surviving without taking my own life is already an achievement. Having a mental illness? What’s the big deal?"

"..." Michael Garcia suddenly didn’t dare speak.

She lifted her gaze, a menacing smile adorning her face. "And besides, everything can be orchestrated... Given my current capabilities, getting diagnosed with a mental illness wouldn’t be difficult, wouldn’t you say?"

"You, you—" Michael Garcia finally understood her intent.

"Stay out of my way, and I’ll pretend you don’t exist as my father. We’ll go our separate paths. Once you die, I’ll arrange your funeral—it’ll be my final debt repaid for the gift of life you gave me. But if you dare provoke me, don’t blame me for being ruthless and heartless—don’t believe me? Try it."

Amelia’s words ended, leaving both the inside and outside of the grand villa in absolute silence.

Emma Carter and her family watched the confrontation between father and daughter, their expressions complex and unsure of what to say.

Christopher Hart’s tense expression eased slightly as he looked at the frosty woman’s profile. A fleeting thought crossed his mind—she had indeed changed.

She had grown strong, assertive, capable of protecting herself.

In the heavy silence, hurried footsteps approached—

"Dad! Let’s go home now. Stop embarrassing yourself here and making things difficult for Big Sis!"