Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 364 I Want to Hug You

Chapter 364: Chapter 364 I Want to Hug You

Snow nearly raced her car all the way there.

Amelia was packing clothes for the children. Though the three little ones hadn’t witnessed Wendy’s death firsthand, seeing their mother’s expression, they knew something major had happened, and they cried relentlessly.

Especially Hope, who insisted on being held and refused to let go.

When Snow arrived, Amelia had just finished soothing Hope and was hurriedly stuffing clothes into a suitcase.

Snow went upstairs, found them in the room, and called out in a low, somber voice, "Amelia..."

Amelia was startled, turned her head in surprise, and asked, "Snow? You... why are you here?"

Snow hummed softly without elaborating, glancing briefly at Aunt Harper and the children before turning her gaze back to Amelia.

Amelia understood, instructed the children to wait for a moment, then stepped out of the room.

In the second-floor hallway, Amelia avoided looking downward.

The image of Wendy spitting blood kept flashing in her mind, and each recollection sent shivers down her spine.

Snow looked at Amelia, who seemed as though her soul had been hollowed out. Snow’s heart ached profoundly, and she stepped forward to embrace her tightly, offering heavy comfort: "Don’t overthink. This was her own doing; she brought it upon herself. It has nothing to do with you!"

Being held by her best friend, hearing her unconditional support, Amelia felt a faint warmth in her heart.

"Was it Christopher who called you?" Otherwise, how could she arrive so timely and know what had happened?

"Mm." Snow released her slightly and observed her with concern. "That guy still has some conscience. He was worried you’d break down and asked me to come quickly to be by your side. He said if you decided to stay at a hotel, I should book a presidential suite for you and the kids and put the charges on his tab. If you didn’t want to stay at a hotel, he suggested my place. He owes me a favor for that."

Amelia forced a smile that looked even worse than crying, her tone suffused with a suppressed lifelessness: "He’s having a hard time right now too..."

"Well, it can’t be helped. He has a sister that vile, and his parents are so clueless!"

Snow said bitterly, then shifted her tone, letting out a sigh of relief, "But at least this time he firmly believes in you. He repeatedly told me to persuade you not to blame yourself for this. He says it’s his negligence that caused you to suffer again."

Amelia lowered her delicate brows and stayed silent.

Her exhaustion seemed to radiate from within. She didn’t want to do anything or say anything.

But staying here wasn’t an option, either. Otherwise, those haunting scenes would continue to replay in her mind, driving her to the brink of insanity.

"Let’s go to the hotel. Aunt Harper can come along, and with the three kids, your place would be too noisy."

"Alright, I’ll help you pack up."

Snow assisted her, and the group swiftly packed their luggage, bringing only essentials for the children.

Sister Jones had been hiding in her room all the while. It wasn’t until Amelia was ready to leave with the kids that Sister Jones finally murmured hesitantly and approached.

"Miss Norton, I... I want to resign." Sister Jones stammered awkwardly.

Amelia looked at her, understanding her feelings, and nodded, "Alright, I’ll transfer this month’s salary to you later. Thank you for your hard work during this time."

"It’s no trouble... no trouble at all..." Sister Jones quickly turned and went back to pack her things, then hurriedly left with her luggage.

Snow looked at her with disdain, muttering, "What kind of person is this?"

"She must have been frightened too. Besides, death is never considered auspicious." Amelia didn’t want the kids to hear, so she lowered her voice significantly.

Snow nodded, "Forget about her. You’ve got me! Let’s go!"

By the time they got settled at the hotel, it was already eleven at night.

The kids were sleepy, so Amelia and Aunt Harper divided the tasks, helping them wash up and putting them to bed one by one.

Noah, mature beyond his years and sensitive to emotions, looked weak and pitiful as he lay down. He asked his mom, "Mom, will Dad come looking for us again?"

Amelia sat at the bedside, gazing at her eldest son, gently reassuring him, "He will. Dad won’t abandon us."

"And you? Will you leave us to find Kane and give up on Dad?"

She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. If not for the heaviness pressing on her heart, she’d have teased her son, poking his nose and asking—What’s in that little head of yours? Do you think your mom is that unprincipled?

Seeing his mom staring at him, her beautiful eyes lacking their usual brightness as exhaustion weighed heavily on her, Noah wisely said, "Mom, if you don’t want to answer, that’s okay. It’s late; you should rest too. Good night."

Amelia snapped out of her daze and nodded, feeling that she ought to give him a clear answer, lest he kept worrying about it.

"Darling, I know... You and your siblings don’t want to leave Dad. Mom promises that as long as Dad doesn’t drive us away, I won’t ever take you away on my own. Our family will always stay together, alright?"

Noah nodded enthusiastically, his dark, shiny eyes carrying a hint of joy. "Mom, you’re the best mom in the world!"

Amelia smiled, tucked him in snugly, and got up to leave.

In the living room, Snow was sitting in front of a laptop, busy handling work.

Amelia walked over and said to her, "Snow, you should go home. I’m fine now."

It was nearing the end of the year, and work was busy for everyone. Having a friend stay with her constantly disrupted their work and personal life, and it made Amelia feel guilty.

Snow finished her last bit of work, closed her laptop, stretched her neck and arms, and cheerfully replied, "How could I pass up working in a presidential suite at a five-star hotel, and for free?"

Seeing Amelia’s guilty expression, she reassured her, "Don’t worry. I work at my own company. As long as I get my work done, it doesn’t matter if I go to the office or not."

"But being here might be too noisy and affect your work efficiency."

"Not at all. The little ones are so well-behaved! Watching them makes me feel happy, and I work even better!"

Since Snow said so, Amelia didn’t insist further.

The two walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the night lights outside, and both let out a quiet sigh.

Snow turned to look at her, "Are you alright? Feeling better?"

Amelia gave a bitter smile and shook her head lightly, "Not much... If I don’t think about it, it’s manageable—"

Snow crossed her arms and frowned in confusion, "That Wendy... she was truly terrifying. But if she knew her death couldn’t tear you and her brother apart, wouldn’t she be furious and not rest in peace?"

Amelia’s face remained expressionless, her delicate features reflecting the neon lights from the building across from them, flickering on and off, "But she didn’t really lose. This incident will bother me for a long time..."

"Why should it bother you? If you care about it, you’re falling into her trap!" Snow, who was always direct and carefree, spoke bluntly and even harshly at times, "It’s better she’s gone. Now it’s over and done with; she won’t stir up trouble anymore!"

Amelia remained silent.

Although she truly believed Wendy deserved to die, saying it aloud felt too heartless.

Moreover, Emma’s words earlier had deeply unsettled her.

Hope was lucky to recover and become a healthy, ordinary child.

Otherwise, would she, as a mother, have turned into someone like Emma—losing her principles and perspective in the face of a severely ill daughter, gradually becoming distorted in mind and actions?

She didn’t dare think further, only felt grateful that Heaven had been merciful and spared her child from suffering.

Thinking about this, her mind suddenly gained clarity.

"Actually... Wendy did say one thing that’s true."

Amelia suddenly spoke, startling Snow. "What did she say?"

"She said I’m luckier than her, much luckier."

Snow stiffened her neck, "Duh! But your luck was earned through your own hard work, not by whining and being consumed by envy like her."

"Snow, don’t get so worked up. I’m just saying, since I’m so fortunate in life, why not embrace it with gratitude? Why waste energy obsessing over a pitiable person?"

Amelia suddenly felt a weight lifted; hatred and resentment seemed insignificant now.

"It’s over. She’s gone, and everything is now just smoke and mirrors. I need to quickly forget about today’s events." She started forming mental affirmations, focusing on the brighter side of life and happy memories.

"Exactly!" Snow nodded in agreement, raising a thumb in approval, "I thought you’d take a few days to recover, but you’re quicker than I expected. Life’s beautiful—why dwell on the darkness? We should let everything go and look ahead with confidence!"

Amelia: "..."

This overly enthusiastic pep talk was a bit much.

"Alright, it’s late. Get some sleep!" Snow yawned, turned around, and walked away. "I’ve got a video conference in the morning. G’night!"

"Mm, goodnight."

Amelia stayed by the windows, quietly watching as her friend left, her expression slowly becoming more composed.

She checked her phone for the time; it was already early morning.

Christopher hadn’t reached out since he left. No calls, not even a WhatsApp message.

He... must be devastated.

Full of resentment for his sister, yet grieving her death—a mix of conflict and tenderness that no one else could truly understand.

Not to mention the pressure and guilt from his parents...

She thought about calling to check on him but worried that if he was with Emma’s family, her call could exacerbate their tensions.

So the thought crossed her mind briefly before she dismissed it.

Just as she was about to return to her room, her phone rang.

Looking down, she felt a wave of relief.

Perhaps it was a tacit connection—in the moment she thought of him, he called.

"Hello..."

"Are you asleep?" Christopher’s voice was incredibly low and hoarse, filled with exhaustion.

Amelia’s heart ached when she heard it and instinctively softened her tone, "I was just about to sleep... You? Are you okay?"

"Mm... I’m alright."

Both sides fell silent until Amelia decided to ask further, "Tonight... are you at the funeral home or at home?"

There was a pause on the other end, then his deep, raspy voice answered, "I’m in the underground parking of the hotel. Could you come down for a moment? I want to hold you..."

That single sentence, "I want to hold you," broke Amelia’s composure entirely, and tears poured down uncontrollably.

"Okay, I’ll come down right away."