Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 338: Christopher Hart’s Panic

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Christopher Hart’s Panic

She murmured softly to soothe him, regretting that she shouldn’t have argued with him earlier.

He’s just a patient. Why was she so petty?

Before Aunt Harper could bring the medication, the man in her arms, tense all over, gradually calmed down, his gasping breaths slowing bit by bit.

Amelia lowered her head to look at him and asked quietly, "How are you feeling? Any better?"

Christopher lifted his gaze to her, his expression extremely complex—startled yet unfamiliar.

Suddenly, Amelia understood something. Her face showed surprise, and she stammered, "Did... Did you remember things from before?"

He didn’t speak. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and after a moment, when his emotions steadied a bit more, he asked, "If I do remember, will you leave?"

That question...

Amelia froze instantly.

Did he think her change of heart was only due to pity and sympathy for him?

That once he recovered, she would turn and leave?

Her heart suddenly ached—sour and bitter, making her tremble slightly.

After two seconds of silence, Amelia shook her head resolutely and said firmly, "No. You were the one who wanted to start over. I agreed, so I won’t go back on my word—unless you do something to hurt me again."

Hearing this, the man finally relaxed and hung his head in exhaustion. "I remembered. I remembered everything... Unfortunately, none of it is good." His last words were tinged with self-mockery.

Hope and Aunt Harper rushed in, followed by the two brothers charging in.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy, are you okay?"

The children were all worried as Aunt Harper handed the medicine and water to Amelia.

"Take your medication and rest earlier. Whatever needs to be said, can wait until tomorrow."

Before she finished speaking, Amelia had already poured out the pills and placed them into his mouth, handing him the water cup with her other hand.

Christopher accepted the water and swallowed the pills, still a bit dazed.

"Noah, Ethan, Hope, it’s late now—go to bed. Daddy isn’t feeling well, so Mommy has to take care of him tonight. You three need to be good, okay?"

Originally, Amelia had planned to stay the night with Hope.

But now, seeing him like this—his brow furrowed, his complexion pale—she couldn’t set her mind at ease, so she stopped overthinking.

"Alright, goodnight Mommy and Daddy!" The little ones reluctantly left the study, turning back every few steps.

Amelia looked at the silent man. "Let me push you back to the bedroom to rest."

He nodded.

Once they were in the bedroom, Amelia and Aunt Harper helped him from the wheelchair, shifting him onto the bed.

Aunt Harper, seeing her mistress there, tactfully stepped aside when she wasn’t needed, quietly leaving the room.

Now it was just the two of them left in the room. Amelia covered him with the blanket and turned to leave, only to have her wrist caught.

"What’s wrong?" She turned her head and asked softly.

Christopher lay there, with her illuminated by the light above from his angle, the glow enveloping her entirely. Her gentle features seemed incomparably radiant.

Scenes of familiarity yet distant surged in his mind—all his efforts since their reunion to win her back.

She had been resolute, indifferent to his strength or gentleness, initiative or passivity, words or actions—utterly unmoved.

Yet now she’d returned, bringing their children. She was right by his side.

This moment felt so beautiful that it was almost unreal.

"It’s nothing..." he murmured softly, his grip slowly loosening.

Amelia understood him, reading his thoughts from the nervous look on his face. She reassured him gently, "Don’t worry. It’s all real—it’s not a dream. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to check on the kids and bring you another glass of water."

He nodded.

Amelia went to check on the kids. The two brothers had already gone to bed, still playfully whispering. When they spotted her entering, they grinned and called out, "Mom!"

"You have school tomorrow, so sleep now. Little ones need to eat well and sleep well to grow taller and smarter." She coaxed the pair.

Ethan laughed and said, "I don’t want to grow taller; I want to grow smarter. Let’s leave the ’tall’ part to my brother."

Noah bluntly replied, "So you know you’re all brawn and no brain?"

Ethan raged, "I’m perfectly fine like this! I can protect sister and Mom!"

"Alright, alright, why are you two growing fonder of bickering each day?" Amelia tucked them in with a laugh, then playfully ordered, "Close your eyes!"

"Goodnight, Mom!" The two little ones bid her goodnight and obediently shut their eyes. Soon enough, their breathing was steady as they drifted into sleep.

Amelia rose and turned off the light. Upon stepping out the door, she saw Hope standing at the entrance to the Princess Chamber, blinking her beautiful eyes at her.

"Sweetheart, what’s the matter?"

"Mom, is Dad going to be okay?"

"Yes, he’s fine now."

"Did Daddy remember us?" Hope was perceptive, understanding things even when adults didn’t spell them out.

Amelia crouched down in front of her daughter, touching her small face and nodding, "Daddy remembered. He’ll keep getting better. One day, he’ll be just like before—standing tall and holding Hope in his arms."

"Okay!" The little girl nodded emphatically and then said seriously, "Mom, thank you. You’re like an angel. With you here, Daddy and I are happier than before!"

Amelia was moved by these words. Her chest tightened, tears nearly streaming down her face.

She had been absent for four years, failing to be a good mom. Yet her child didn’t blame her and even expressed gratitude.

In contrast, she—an adult—was far less transparent than her children, often entangled in useless regrets, squandering so many years, nearly missing out on the lives of her kids.

Thankfully, someone forcibly pulled her back.

After putting Hope to bed, Amelia showered and changed into her pajamas before bringing a water cup back to the master bedroom.

Christopher’s medication contained sedative and sleep-aid ingredients. At this point, he was breathing evenly, sound asleep.

She set the water cup down gently and sat on the sofa by the bed, staring blankly at the man’s rugged yet deeply handsome features. Her thoughts played out like a carousel.

She wasn’t young anymore. Although she’d experienced major highs and lows, her life had been turbulent, her grasp on emotions was still that of a novice.

Up until now, despite countless men pursuing her, flooding around her like fish in a river, the only one to ever truly stir her heart and occupy her thoughts had always been just one person.

The man right in front of her—a devil of a man.

She wasn’t a forgiving person. After Christopher had hurt her so deeply years ago, she truly believed that, no matter how miserable her life became, she’d never have anything to do with him again.

Yet somehow, here they were—with three children, living under the same roof once again.

Not only that, he had reclaimed her heart.

Sigh...

She couldn’t shake him off. The harder she tried, the tighter he clung.

Since that’s the case, perhaps it was time for her to change her perspective and actively address the issues between them.

And their biggest conflict was her standoff with the Hart Family.

Previously, she thought resolving the tension with the Hart Family was Christopher’s responsibility.

But since they were a team now, Christopher’s problems were her problems too.

They were his closest relatives, ties he couldn’t sever no matter what.

If they wouldn’t lower their stance, then she would have to take the initiative to improve their contentious relationship.

Otherwise, the one to suffer the most anguish would still be the person she cared about.