Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 374: Initiating a Kiss

Chapter 374: Chapter 374: Initiating a Kiss

Emma Carter suffers numerous discomforts due to chemotherapy, often feeling nauseous, having no appetite, feeling weak all over, and being irritable and sleepless.

The doctor said her reactions to chemotherapy are more severe than most patients, possibly because of her physical condition or the recent loss of her daughter, which might lead to intense psychological distress and consequently physiological discomfort.

Christopher entered the ward and saw his mother was awake, instinctively asking, "Mom, is your body feeling uncomfortable again?"

There was a caretaker in the room, and upon hearing him say this, they immediately brought the trash can closer, fearing Emma Carter would vomit again.

Emma Carter waved her hand and looked at her son, asking, "Did Amelia come?"

Christopher raised his eyes to look at his mother, unsure how to respond.

"You don’t have to hide it from me. She was just talking to the nurse in the corridor. I heard it..."

Christopher avoided this topic, "It’s getting late, hurry up and get some rest. I’ve had a tiring day and need to sleep too."

After speaking, he turned his wheelchair to leave.

Emma Carter’s voice slowly came from behind, "She must be extremely proud now... Wendy is gone, and I have a terminal illness. Soon... no one will be able to stop you two, she finally won, and will openly marry into the Hart Family."

Christopher sat in the wheelchair, his hands gripping the armrest unwillingly.

He wanted to explain and speak some good words on Amelia’s behalf, to tell his mother she never had such intentions, but he still held back once the words reached his mouth.

These days, doctors repeatedly warned that the stability of the patient’s emotions greatly affects the effectiveness of chemotherapy, avoiding making her angry or overly emotional.

So he turned back in his wheelchair, avoiding the heavy topic lightly, "Mom, you’re just sick, not with a terminal illness. The doctor says your hope of recovery is still very great as long as you cooperate with treatment, don’t let your thoughts run wild."

Emma Carter was despondent, "No need to comfort me. If I die, I die, it’s nothing to be scared of. I’ll go to accompany Wendy, she won’t be alone."

His tone was a bit harsher, "What about me? I’m your son, don’t you think of me at all?"

Emma Carter looked at him and surprisingly smiled, "Haven’t you got someone thinking of you? Still care if this unattractive mom misses you?"

Christopher was sulking but couldn’t argue with her, merely said, "I’m tired, going to rest."

With that, regardless of his mother’s reaction, he turned and left.

After leaving the ward, he couldn’t calm himself, deliberately stayed in the corridor, wanting to wait until his expression and mood stabilized before facing Amelia again.

But just as he lingered without moving, the ward door silently opened.

Amelia stood at the door, he raised his eyes, and their sight met perfectly.

In that instant, both their hearts understood.

Amelia came forward to help him with the wheelchair, explaining, "I heard the door next door open but didn’t see you coming in, so I came out to check..."

Unexpectedly, she saw him with drooping brows and a fatigued look.

Amelia understood, softly asked, "Did your mom scold you again?"

He was silent.

The woman continued to ask, "Is it because of me?"

Christopher quickly adjusted his mood, waiting for the wheelchair to stop, turned around to hold her hand, "Let’s not talk about my mom’s matters, it’s almost New Year’s, what are your plans?"

Amelia retreated two steps, sat down on the sofa, Christopher came to her again.

"Your mother’s existence cannot be ignored, avoiding what she says won’t solve these problems," Amelia didn’t want to mention Emma Carter either, she just didn’t want to see Christopher so troubled, gloomy every day, yet force a smile before her.

Since the two had decided to walk together, they should face difficulties and obstacles together, find ways to cope.

Christopher said lightly, "She has always been strong-willed and biased; now that Wendy is gone, she got cancer, she becomes more stubborn, totally unreachable. My dad is coming these days, but they clash constantly, he got so mad that he simply doesn’t visit anymore."

People who have never cared for terminally ill patients cannot comprehend this heavy, exhausting, and helpless feeling.

Even knowing the patient’s emotions are something she herself can’t control, but when you painstakingly accompany her and give, yet still get yelled at and criticized—no one can remain unresentful.

But no matter how much resentment or hatred, he can’t escape, since she is his mother, he, as a son, should bear it.

Amelia listened to his words, thought awhile, said, "Perhaps... we can take a step back."

"What do you mean?"

"Your mother’s dissatisfaction with you is simply because you are with me. As things stand, separating us has become her obsession, why not indulge her, given she’s so gravely ill."

Christopher’s face changed suddenly, "What do you mean? Are you leaving me again?"

Amelia hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Don’t rush, let me finish my words. My suggestion is as a temporary measure, you just go along with her, cajole her through the treatment. Don’t mention me in her presence, if she says anything bad about me, don’t defend me, if she forces you to break up with me, just say you’ve already broken up—anyway, don’t provoke her anger, it will be easier for you."

"No way!" Christopher refused without thinking, staring at her eyes with added suspicion, "Do you have some other plan in mind? Has someone appeared around you recently?"

"..." Amelia was so angry she turned her head to calm, wishing she could slap him, "Keep talking nonsense, believe me, I might really break up with you?"

"You dare!" The man clasped her hand back, pulled her forcibly into his arms, held her chin with one hand, their eyes locked steadily, "Really no one else?"

She didn’t answer but leaned in to kiss him proactively.

Christopher was shocked, hesitated not even a second before wrapping her tightly with both arms, deepening the kiss.

Amelia didn’t act coy, sat on the sofa far away, stretched her upper body awkwardly, simply took the initiative again—kissing while standing up, straddled his lap, holding him entirely.

The wheelchair was of good quality, entirely capable of bearing the weight of two people.

She sat in the man’s embrace, stature slightly taller, cupping his face with both hands, casting her gaze down gently, mesmerizing Christopher until his whole heart was in chaos.

He raised his head, amid lingering warmth, hoarsely asked mesmerizingly, "Can you stay tonight... I miss you so much, really miss you..."

She didn’t refuse, simply said, "If the kids wake up tomorrow morning, find mom hasn’t stayed home, they’ll criticize me."

"They won’t... they’re so smart, surely they know mom is with dad..."

"But being in a hospital, it’s quite embarrassing."

"Don’t worry, no one dares to gossip."

"Then regarding my proposal, will you agree? "

The man’s kiss suddenly paused, they locked eyes again.

She cupped the man’s face, suspended above his handsome face, continued her persuasion, "We have a long way ahead, besides, it’s just pretend, not really separating, and when you have time... you can secretly come to me."

She intentionally raised her eyebrow, her teasing smile extraordinarily playful.