Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 336: Unexpected Surprise

Chapter 336: Chapter 336: Unexpected Surprise

Amelia immediately said, "There’s surveillance at the garage exit, and my car has a dashcam too."

"That’s great! Hurry and clear up the truth, don’t let those scumbags set the narrative again."

"Mm."

After hanging up, Amelia didn’t bother eating and immediately went to find Fuller to ask if her car had been brought back.

Christopher glanced up, his face slightly dark. He called for the kids to begin eating and then turned his wheelchair toward Amelia.

"What happened?"

Amelia turned around and handed him her phone. "Take a look... someone uploaded it online again."

Christopher took the phone and clicked on the video. His gaze instantly darkened. "Could it be... he arranged for someone to film this intentionally?"

Amelia thought about it for a moment and shook her head. "I’m not sure. At the time, no one was saying anything in his favor."

But if Michael Garcia’s only goal was to have someone film the incident and post it online to stir up public opinion, then indeed, no one needed to speak for him.

After all, the internet is never short of keyboard warriors and trolls. A bit of malicious editing, and there’s no shortage of people to attack on his behalf.

Fuller came over and reported, "Madam, your car has been brought back."

"Good." She turned around and took the phone back from Christopher, asking at the same time, "Can you reach out to someone to get the surveillance footage from the garage exit of that building? With the dashcam video combined with the surveillance, it won’t be difficult to clear things up."

"Mm." Christopher responded briefly, then looked toward Fuller, who instantly understood without further instruction what needed to be done.

Initially, Christopher planned to deal with Michael Garcia, that bastard, tomorrow.

But looking at it now, leaving such scum unchecked for even one more day is a disaster.

He must act swiftly.

"Come on, let’s eat first. With me here, nothing bad will happen."

"I know, I’m not worried. I just don’t want to be anyone’s dinner-table amusement."

Their family issues were meant to stay private, so back then she publicly denied any relationship with Michael Garcia, not wanting others to make it into gossip fodder.

To her surprise, someone with ulterior motives still found ways to exploit the situation.

The kids sitting in the dining room craned their necks and cheerfully called out, "Mom and Dad, come eat! Or else Ethan’s going to finish all the tasty food!"

"Not true! There’s still plenty left! Besides, it’s because Mom’s cooking is so delicious! I haven’t had a meal this good in ages!" Ethan’s words were as sweet as honey.

On this rare occasion when the family could enjoy a happy meal together, Amelia didn’t want dirty matters to spoil the good mood, so she pushed Christopher back to the dining room.

"Ethan, don’t the meals cooked by Chef Uncle taste good? Saying that might hurt his feelings; it’s like you’re accusing him of neglecting you." Amelia laughed, pretending to scold her youngest son.

Unexpectedly, the little guy showed surprising emotional intelligence, saying matter-of-factly, "It’s not the same. No matter how good Chef Uncle’s cooking is, it doesn’t have Mom’s touch!"

Tsk-tsk.

Amelia felt overjoyed, glancing at a certain someone. "You should learn a thing or two from your son about the art of conversation. All you ever do is throw shade or argue—so annoying!"

"Oh really?" That certain someone kept a composed and aloof expression. "If I’m so annoying, how did someone end up giving me three adorable little babies?"

"Who said they’re yours, huh? Shameless!"

The family of five bantered while eating, the table brimming with harmony and warmth. Even Hope, who was usually picky with food, ate with great appetite, her cheeks visibly rounder than before.

This laughter, this familial bond, this love more precious than any treasure in the world—it further solidified Amelia’s resolve in her choices.

Though heaven had once been cruel to her, the universe seemed to be mercifully compensating her now.

To protect this happiness, she had to keep misfortune outside the door.

So, whether it was her beastly biological father or her long-time adversary Wendy Hart, none of them would be able to break her or destroy this beautiful life.

Before the meal was finished, her phone chimed again with WhatsApp notifications.

Christopher looked at her, his expression mild but hinting at concern in his eyes, worried that it might bring bad news again.

Amelia shared that sentiment as she picked up her phone.

But when she saw the screenshots Snow had sent, her lips curled into an unexpected smile.

"What is it?"

Christopher extended his hand, so she handed him the phone and explained, "You might not understand this. The latest wave of comments supporting me is from novel fans, who’ve been arguing with the trolls. You know, this is all thanks to you—but you probably don’t remember the whole story since I haven’t had the chance to tell you..."

Snow had sent screenshots of the comment section under that video, showing two factions locked in online battle.

One group was trolls, engaging in all sorts of internet bullying.

The other group was novel fans, countering with logical and well-crafted rebuttals.

Snow was excitedly sending several lengthy voice messages, which Christopher opened and listened to.

"Amelia, this is just too hilarious! The trolls dug up your identity and linked it to prior online reports, claiming you changed your name and faked your death to sever all ties with your birth family because you didn’t want to support your father. They’re saying you’re living a glamorous and indulgent life while ignoring your biological father’s suffering—heartless, disloyal, and unfilial."

"But who knew that the information they dug up led online users to connect the dots to that serialized novel? The book fans rallied together, flooding the comment sections, saying how terrible your birth family must have been—an abusive stepmother, a bullying stepsister, years of hardship as your biological father turned a blind eye, enabling them to mistreat you. People are saying such a father deserves hell and questioning why you should help him at all!"

"Haha, this is just too funny! Christopher had the author write about your story back in the day—he probably never imagined that it’d come in handy like this now! Side note, that author is amazing. She wrote Christopher so compellingly in the book, making even his toxic phases irresistibly charming. I’m obsessed—I ship them so hard!"

Amelia hadn’t anticipated Snow’s last words and didn’t have time to pause the voice message, leaving her uncomfortably grabbing the phone and hastily typing a reply: "He’s right here! Heard it all!"

Snow responded with another voice message: "So what if he heard? He did act like a jerk back then—that’s the truth! But now he’s turned over a new leaf and is practically a model ex-husband. I’d totally vouch for him... even though his attitude toward me, as your family member, is still awful!"

Amelia: "..."

She didn’t know how to reply, so she put the phone aside.

"Let’s eat." She pretended to be composed.

But Christopher looked at her thoughtfully and suddenly said, "I’ve been following that novel all along. You’ve met the author, haven’t you?"

Amelia was taken aback, staring at him with a mouthful of food. "You... you’re following it? And you know I met the author?"

Seeing her dumbfounded reaction, the man explained gently, "Before you went on the Zurich business trip, Lucas told me about it. He said that you wanted the author to take down the book to avoid further complications, but the author refused and insisted on consulting me."

She swallowed her bite, enlightened but annoyed. "Since you knew, why didn’t you say anything?"

He gazed deeply at her. "You didn’t ask."

Amelia thought for a second then seemed to realize something. "So sometimes, whenever you’re holding your phone and grinning like an idiot, it’s because... you’re following the novel?"

Christopher’s handsome and captivating face flashed a hint of awkwardness, but he didn’t deny it.

Amelia stared at him in shock. "Honestly... that’s so childish!"

A dignified CEO with status and a reputation, glowering and silent in public but adopting a persona as an enthralled romance novel fan? That’s unsettling.

"I just wanted to check if the author exaggerated or portrayed me unfairly."

"Come on, it’s a romance novel! Of course, there will be dramatic embellishments." Amelia exclaimed. And realizing the unexpected "effect" this had caused, she felt a mix of nervousness and unease. "It’s good someone’s speaking for me, but now I’m on track to becoming famous again."

She didn’t know if she should consider it a blessing or disaster.

"Have no fear. Justice will prevail. Michael Garcia is so vile that if this gets bigger, the one who’s ruined will be him for sure."

"Let’s hope so..."

Amelia continued to eat, her mind still apprehensive.

Christopher looked at her and asked, "Have you looked at the comment section?"

"Which comment section?" she asked reflexively, then suddenly understood. "You mean the book reviews? What about them?"

"Many readers are asking the author when the two of them will remarry and hold a grand wedding. Some are leaving threads, asking every day, ’Did they remarry today? If not, I’m not reading anymore.’"

"..." Amelia was dumbfounded.

She wouldn’t be surprised if Snow said these things.

But coming from Christopher, the feeling...

How to put it?

He really seems too idle now—like an edgy teenager obsessed with romance novels and casually lingering in comment sections, enjoying reader interactions.

It’s beyond baffling!

What Amelia didn’t know was that Christopher not only consumed romance novels avidly, but he also participated in the comment sections, actively replying to readers who shipped them together.

Perhaps... ever since his life-changing fall, his soul had radically transformed.

The part about replying to readers, however, was something Christopher didn’t have the courage to reveal.

Even he felt it was too childish.

After dinner, Amelia excused herself, saying she had some work to finish up, and went into the study.

In truth, she quickly opened her phone to browse through the comments under the novel—and just as Christopher said—readers were laser-focused on when the male and female protagonists would remarry, rekindle their love, and some even suggested having another child, so the male lead could personally experience how much difficulty pregnancy and childbirth entail, thus appreciating women’s greatness as mothers...

Amelia laughed and cried at the same time.

Other readers were rallying support, calling on everyone to bombard the comment section under the video, fighting off trolls to defend the reputation of the female lead.

This...

Is truly an unintended consequence turned blessing.

She never imagined in her wildest dreams that countless strangers, completely unrelated to her, would stand so staunchly by her side, all because of a love story based on her life, fighting tirelessly for her without asking for anything in return.

This feeling—it was extraordinary.

In a world where her own relatives had only brought her pain and publicly smeared her, it was these strangers who held the shields, protecting her honor.

Moved, her eyes grew moist.

The person "engineering" this fate was none other than Christopher.