Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 362 Sinister Trap

Chapter 362: Chapter 362 Sinister Trap

Amelia stared blankly at the scene before her, her mind utterly blank, her body ice-cold and shivering.

Wendy Hart was really dead.

Dead right in front of her.

Perhaps, dead because of her.

Because it was her careless wave of the hand that caused Wendy to fall, triggering an episode, which ultimately led to her untimely death.

Her scheming had ultimately succeeded.

She had become the true executioner.

The only solace was that she had managed to get Aunt Harper to take the children upstairs, locking them in a room so they wouldn’t witness this scene.

Otherwise, what a terrifying and horrifying image this would have been to leave an indelible shadow on the children’s hearts.

In the living room, Fuller, Sister Jones, and the bodyguards who had accompanied Christopher were all immersed in deep grief, their eyes reddened as they looked at the tightly embraced siblings on the floor.

Though everyone except Sister Jones knew Wendy’s true character, as the saying goes, "Respect the deceased"—no matter how grave her past faults had been, now that she was gone, who would still hold grudges?

From the courtyard came the sound of the 120 emergency vehicle; the medical team had finally arrived, delayed by the evening rush-hour congestion.

Fuller noticed the helplessness in everyone’s expressions and immediately stepped outside to guide the medics in.

The doctors hurriedly rushed in, their eyes momentarily shocked by the scene in the living room before swiftly kneeling down to perform resuscitation on the patient.

Christopher was pushed aside and fell sitting onto the ground.

His hands were stained with blood, his clothes smeared with it too, but none of the harrowing sight of the blood compared to the panic-stricken pallor of his face at this moment.

Amelia slowly moved her gaze, shifting it from the medical team to Christopher.

She wanted to go over and help him up, but seeing his unblinking stare locked onto Wendy, who was still being resuscitated—without ever glancing at her—she was suddenly overcome with fear...

The familiar sense of distrust surged in her heart once again.

Thinking about Wendy’s words of manipulation and provocation, Amelia didn’t know how much of them Christopher might have believed, nor did she know whether he would blame his sister’s death on her.

After all, this time, Wendy was really dead.

Her mind tangled in chaos, she ended up standing motionless, forcing her gaze away from Christopher and back toward the medical team.

She hoped for a miracle, hoped that Wendy might still have a final breath left, even if she passed away in the ambulance—it would still slightly ease the chains tightened around her heart.

But no miracle occurred.

The lead doctor, after prolonged effort, ultimately abandoned the resuscitation attempt, his face heavy as he bowed to them and said, "I’m so sorry for your loss."

At this moment, Christopher seemed to regain some clarity, his bloodshot, grief-stricken eyes lifting as he responded to the doctor, "Thank you for your trouble."

Fuller escorted the medical staff out, and Christopher remained sitting on the ground for a while, trying to move his body, but his legs couldn’t function.

One of the bodyguards nearby noticed and immediately approached to help him onto a wheelchair.

But instead of wanting to rise, Christopher moved forward a little more and lifted Wendy’s upper body gently.

The floor was cold, and he wanted to protect his sister.

Amelia watched this scene, unable to breathe from the pain in her chest, uncertain whether it was sorrow for Wendy’s death or sorrow for Christopher’s grief.

Without thinking, she approached, kneeling half beside the man, her gaze refusing to meet Wendy’s as she placed a hand on his arm to hold him down, her voice hoarse and fractured: "Christopher, please take care..."

She didn’t apologize, though Wendy’s fall was partially connected to her, she still didn’t believe it was her fault deep down.

She was certain Wendy had deliberately sought to retaliate against her and disgust her.

Even if she hadn’t inadvertently triggered Wendy’s fall, Wendy would have found another opportunity to turn her into the executioner.

Christopher turned to look at her, seeing a tear sliding down her cheek; he naturally reached out and wiped away that tear. "Amelia... I’m sorry, it was my negligence. I thought... that she would wait for me to arrange for you and her to meet at Imperial Garden. I never expected..."

Amelia thought he was about to misunderstand her again, yet unexpectedly, his first words were an apology and an admission of fault.

It surprised her greatly, while simultaneously injecting a faint warmth into her heart, frozen to the core.

"I know it’s not your fault." She murmured softly, finally gathering the courage to lower her gaze slightly and look at Wendy, whose eyes would never open again.

"Christopher, the dead can’t come back to life; you must take care of yourself—"

"Wendy!" Amelia had meant to comfort him, urging him to deal with the aftermath, but before she could finish her sentence, a mournful cry echoed across the living room.

The next second, Emma Carter scrambled over, wailing loudly as she snatched her daughter from her son’s arms and tightly embraced her against her chest.

"Wendy... My daughter, what happened to you... Wake up, talk to Mom..." Emma cried so bitterly she almost passed out, clutching her daughter’s gradually cooling body in utter devastation.

George Hart followed her, walking in behind, his towering figure seeming momentarily bowed under the weight of anguish.

Trembling heavily, he knelt by his wife’s side; gently taking his daughter’s hand, he clasped it in his own, looking up, and before he could speak, his weathered face was already covered in tears.

"Wendy... My foolish child, how—" George wanted to scold his daughter.

How could you be so thoughtless! Saying you wanted to go out with friends to see the world, how did you end up here?

But the words froze in his mouth.

She was already gone; what was the point of reprimanding her now...

Amelia had retreated slightly and stood aside since Emma rushed forward.

When she saw George and Emma appear, she became even more certain that all of this had been orchestrated by Wendy.

She wanted to ensure that even in death, she would stand between them, ensure they could never be together, ensure the Hart family would never accept her—she was willing to sacrifice her own life to create that rift, even factoring her own parents into her final act of manipulation.

Now Emma was here, seeing her precious daughter dead in Amelia’s home—how could she feel?

Even without that accidental push, even if Amelia had done absolutely nothing, she could never escape the label of "executioner."

Emma would never forgive her in this lifetime, nor would she ever agree to let her marry into the Hart family.

Sure enough, just as Amelia was still reeling from the overwhelming terror of this grand scheme, Emma suddenly erupted in madness, placing her deceased daughter into her husband’s arms, and got up—lunging at Amelia with fury!

"Amelia Garcia! Give me back my daughter’s life! What did you do to her? She left the house... she left the house fine, and now she’s... Murderer, you deserve to die! You deserve to die a miserable death!"

Emma lunged, using every ounce of her strength to grab Amelia by the hair, hitting her indiscriminately; the echoing slaps rang across the living room.

Sister Jones jumped in fright, and hurried forward to try and separate them, but Emma, in her grief over the loss of her daughter, had completely lost her sanity.

Her fighting strength was astonishing, and her mouth spewed every kind of insult imaginable.

Christopher, stunned to see his parents arrive out of nowhere, was shocked!

He hadn’t called his parents to inform them about Wendy being here—so how did they know?

Unless someone had notified them beforehand.

This was all a setup.

It was his own oversight, thinking his sister had reached the end of her life, finally awakened, willing to let go of her grievances and seek a resolution to reconcile their differences.

But who could have predicted... she hadn’t repented at all; instead, she had fallen deeper into this abyss of vengeance!

Seeing his mother suddenly attacking Amelia, his face changed drastically, "Mom! Calm down! This has nothing to do with Amelia; Wendy came here herself! She even tricked me!"