Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 343: How About You Take Care of Me?

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: How About You Take Care of Me?

Amelia knew Christopher had gone to the office, and she vaguely suspected something was wrong with his company, so she couldn’t stop worrying.

But that man, from noon until almost evening, hadn’t sent as much as a single message.

She felt a flash of anger inside.

This jerk, doesn’t he know she’s worried? Shouldn’t he at least update her once when he’s done?

Even if he’s not done, couldn’t he at least send her a word?

But no, nothing at all.

She picked up her phone several times, wanting to take the initiative and call him, but she kept recalling what happened last night and felt she had already been...

How should she put it?

She knew this kind of thinking was a bit petty, pretentious even, but she just couldn’t help herself.

Maybe it was because her past relationship wounds ran too deep, and even though she was sure now that Christopher was genuine, fully devoted to her, she still wasn’t willing to completely let her guard down or commit excessively.

Even in moments of passion and losing herself, when her actions defied reason, she would still gather her scattered emotions once rationality returned.

So, after much hesitation, she ultimately decided not to reach out to him first.

Deep down, she even thought, if he truly understands her, if he truly believes in her, he should come to her proactively. Why should she need to ask?

Although she didn’t make the call, she still couldn’t stop fretting about him.

That afternoon, after the kids were let out of school, she called the Imperial Park Villa, chatted with the children, and incidentally found out—he wasn’t home.

So, he hadn’t gone back yet?

His body hasn’t fully recovered; could he withstand being out this long?

This thought only solidified her belief that there was trouble at his company.

But before she could call and find out what was going on, Betty came in to report on work, and she had to busy herself with tasks, mentally promising to visit The Imperial Garden later that evening to get to the bottom of things.

Close to finishing work, her phone rang.

She quickly grabbed her phone, saw the caller ID on the screen, and her expression turned irritated.

That guy—finally some word from him!

"Hello..."

Her mood wasn’t great, so her tone wasn’t exactly sweet.

Christopher heard her and, concerned, asked, "What’s wrong? Who upset you?"

"What do you think?" So, he could tell she was mad?

Mr. Hart was sharp; he immediately chuckled lightly, "Turns out it’s me."

"..." She didn’t respond, but inside she thought, at least you’re aware!

"Alright, then come downstairs and scold me in person." The man chuckled lowly and said.

Amelia was slightly startled, "You’ve come to my office?"

"Yes, to pick you up after work. Didn’t you not have a car today?"

At these words, the little bit of sulkiness in Amelia’s heart instantly dissipated.

Her car had collided with Michael Garcia yesterday—a stroke of bad luck. She had accompanied him to the hospital in the morning, then he had sent her to the office afterward, leaving her without transportation.

Could this be why he stayed at the office until now?

"Hold on, I’ve still got a bit of work left, maybe around ten more minutes."

"Alright, no rush."

After hanging up the phone, Amelia suddenly grew impatient. She wished she could go down there right away, worried about keeping him waiting too long.

When she finally finished her work, grabbed her scarf, coat, and bag, and rushed out the door, she suddenly realized—what was she doing?

A grown woman reconciling with her ex-husband, acting like a love-struck teenager on her first date—wasn’t this far too impulsive?

Her pace slowed as she contemplated deliberately delaying for a few minutes, but her phone rang again.

Thinking it was him calling to hurry her, she looked at the screen and frowned.

Jacob Garcia.

"Hey, sis, Dad’s been taken away by the police. Did you know?"

Amelia was shocked but didn’t feel worried or anxious. Instead, she calmly asked, "What kind of trouble has he gotten himself into now?"

"Something about financial crimes, malicious debts, that sort of thing. The company was already struggling, and now with him arrested, it’ll only sink faster."

Amelia stayed quiet, thinking that this was a situation of self-inflicted consequences.

On the other end, Jacob noticed her silence and curiously asked, "Sis, didn’t you know about this?"

"No, I didn’t."

"I thought... this might’ve been your doing! Yesterday, when he deliberately staged a scam against you—that’s all over the internet now—I thought maybe you..." Jacob trailed off, and then added with a nervous laugh, a change in tone, "But hey, he deserved it. Even if it was your doing, I’d say good on you—it’s righteous to turn in family when necessary!"

This comment gave Amelia an idea.

So, when she went downstairs and got into the Lincoln waiting along the curb, the first thing she asked the man was, "Michael Garcia was arrested by the police—was that your doing?"

Christopher was surprised at how informed she was, and he smiled at her before replying, "That accusation isn’t fair. I’ve never abused my authority. How could I instruct the police?"

Amelia thought she might’ve guessed wrong.

But then he added, "I just did what a responsible citizen should do."

So that was it.

Michael Garcia had committed several illegal acts over the years; if Christopher wanted to take him down, it would be as easy as snapping his fingers.

She had previously intended to use Michael Garcia’s mistress and child hidden away in the courtyard to topple him, but Christopher clearly had his own contingency plan.

Out of curiosity, she asked, "When did you prepare this? Just before, you’d agreed to leave this matter for me to handle."

"Ever since he showed up to bother you the first time, I knew his intentions weren’t pure. Gathering evidence of his crimes wasn’t difficult. Originally, if he still cared about the father-daughter bond with you, I was willing to let this go. But after how he scared you yesterday—I couldn’t let it slide."

Amelia murmured faintly, "So you knew all along I wouldn’t be able to handle this."

Seeing her misunderstood, Christopher hurried to explain, "It’s not that I doubted your capability; it’s just that you two are biological father and daughter. I worried you’d soften at crucial moments and be manipulated by him."

He had an extra plan lined up, only out of concern for her safety.

Amelia nodded and her tone softened, "I know, you’re helping me. Protecting me."

"Yeah, it’s what I should do." To love someone is not just about words but about action and commitment.

He once failed to protect the person closest to his heart, almost losing her forever.

Now that he had the ability and resolve, he wouldn’t allow such a mistake to happen again.

"What’s wrong? Worried about him?" Seeing how she seemed preoccupied after getting into the car, her expression heavy, Christopher asked curiously.

She scoffed, "I’m no saint. Those who commit enough wrongs will meet their ruin—he’s digging his own grave."

"I’m glad you can think this way." Christopher couldn’t resist the urge to pull her into a hug, but seeing her sitting so far away and himself unable to move freely, he tugged at her arm instead. "Come closer."

"What for?"

"To hug."

"..." She wasn’t in the mood, so she didn’t move. After two seconds of silence, she turned to look at him and suddenly asked, "Don’t you have something you want to tell me?"

Christopher looked at her exquisite and striking eyes, but for some reason, his mind replayed last night’s intimate scenes, and he stared at her, momentarily lost.

Amelia saw his expression and instantly blushed, snapping at him indignantly, "Pervert," before turning to look out the window.

Mr. Hart was jolted out of his daze by her words. He cleared his throat to ease the awkwardness before finally saying, "Were you wondering why I went to the office today?"

She didn’t respond, so he continued, "Benny is leaving Seal-Cloud, so I went over to handle some work transfer matters with him. I stayed busy until around 4 PM. Then I thought about how you didn’t have a car today, and rather than leaving right away, I decided to finish some additional tasks before coming to pick you up—so we could drive home together, like a couple!"

As he spoke the last sentence, he shamelessly grabbed her hand and pulled it toward him to hold close.

Amelia was annoyed by his clinginess and retorted, "Who’s a couple with you?!"

"It’s only a matter of time."

She couldn’t be bothered to argue, bringing the topic back on track, "Benny’s leaving Seal-Cloud? Why all of a sudden? His visit to our house this morning—was that about this?"

"Seems so. But seeing you there, maybe he didn’t want to worry you, so he decided not to mention it." Christopher selectively omitted some details, not because he didn’t trust her, but because he didn’t want to add burdens to her mind.

As expected, she began to worry, "Then what happens after he leaves? This morning, didn’t he say there are conflicts within the company? Now is precisely when it needs someone to take charge."

"Exactly..." Christopher sighed, "It’s a bit tricky, but Palmer Group also has its own difficulties. He has to return."

Amelia heard his tone and grew even more concerned, "Will you have to start going back to work now?"

"Yes, at least I need to show up daily and handle the key matters."

"But your health..."

He laughed softly, "Worried about me that much?"

"Are you kidding me?" She gave him a glare and felt this man was currently acting so unserious—extremely infuriating!

Christopher loved when she acted this way, a little stubborn, a little coy. He still smiled softly, his expression a heart-melting one, before suddenly saying, "What if I sold all my shares and let someone else take the CEO’s seat? I’ll quit everything, stay home to take care of the kids, and you can support us—how about that, President Norton?"

Amelia stared at him, her dazzling eyes filled with shock and doubt.

The man staying home while the woman works?

This "man" was none other than the proud and lofty Christopher?

She somehow thought of something and mercilessly said, "Better not—I’m afraid you’d starve the kids."

She distinctly remembered when he once tried to impress her by cooking himself, only to produce meals more fit for pigs. Even Little Dunham had turned up his nose at it.

Mr. Hart looked incredulous, "So, according to you, if I stayed home, I’d still have to cook and do laundry and housework?"

"What else? Would you still expect the same arrangement as now, with housekeepers, chefs, and staff to cater to you? Isn’t that too luxurious? Would you even have the nerve?"

Christopher seemed genuinely offended; he nodded repeatedly and finally said, "You’ve taken all of my assets, and yet you won’t part with even a penny for me!"

At the mention of that, Amelia perked up again. "Right, when are you going to take those assets back? I don’t want to be labeled a gold digger or a Fox Spirit."

Mr. Hart deliberately provoked her, "You might not be a gold digger, but you’re a miser."

With that, Amelia immediately gave him a hard slap.

He caught her wrist effortlessly, pulling her into his embrace, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Since getting into the car, he’d been holding back, not wanting to upset her. But now that she’d provoked him first, she could only endure his "punishment."

"Christopher, stop messing around!" Amelia exclaimed in alarm, worried that he’d think it fair game to demand intimacy at any moment. She struggled and quickly resisted.