Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 375: Are You Not My Biological Child?

Chapter 375: Chapter 375: Are You Not My Biological Child?

Christopher looked at her throwing a flirtatious glance, but instead of acknowledging it, he deliberately exposed her: "Don’t try to use a beauty trick on me, it’s useless! Going behind my back sounds like cheating, not cool!"

"What else can I do? Seeing you get scolded all the time, it pains me too."

What she thought was, if Emma Carter’s illness couldn’t be cured, it might only be about a year left.

They could afford to "endure".

After all, she never really wanted that marriage certificate; as long as Christopher was wholeheartedly devoted to her, she didn’t care about outsiders’ opinions or any formal constraints.

This was a win-win situation.

Christopher saw her frown, looking genuinely worried for him, leaned over to give her a kiss, and said contentedly, "With you saying that, even if my mom only scolds me a few times, it’d be worth it even if she lashes me like the old man used to."

"You’re talking nonsense again!"

"And you? It’s so late, why not stay over..."

Amelia glanced at the hospital bed, "Uh... won’t the bed collapse?"

Christopher turned to look at the bed behind him, frowned slightly, and turned back to ask her, "What are you planning to do to me that you’re worried it might collapse?"

Amelia glared at him and slapped him on the shoulder, "At a time like this, you still have the mood to joke!"

The family was still in mourning, and a relative was seriously ill—how could they possibly fool around at such a time!

Christopher smiled faintly, "If it’s not what I thought, then the bed can definitely hold."

Amelia also wanted to stay with him to make him feel better, but she still needed to maintain appearances, so she found an excuse: "It’s too late, it’s so cold outside, and I have to drive so far... never mind, let’s just compromise for now."

Christopher didn’t expose her, just smiled slightly and lifted his handsome face to seal it with another kiss.

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The next day, Amelia was still asleep in Christopher’s arms when the phone rang.

She turned over, groped around for the phone, and answered without looking at the screen: "Hello..."

"Sis, you’re still sleeping?"

"Little Jacob... what’s up?"

"Did you forget? You planned to meet with that woman staying at the courtyard house in three days!"

Amelia suddenly woke up, sat up abruptly, which startled Christopher beside her who was about to cuddle her, and she accidentally bumped his chin!

The man let out a muffled grunt, his handsome face wrinkled in pain.

"Ah, I really forgot!" She barely had time to comfort the inadvertently injured Christopher, got out of bed, "If you’re busy today, you don’t have to come with me. I can just take the lawyer with me."

"I took leave from Brother Lucas, I’m going with you, and besides... I have a way to make it cost you nothing," Jacob Garcia said, with a touch of pride in his voice.

Amelia was curious, "What way?"

"Oh come on, just wait till we meet, I’ll tell you then."

After hanging up, Amelia turned back to the man, "I have something today, I have to leave. Think carefully about my suggestion yesterday; she’s your mom after all. Pretending to be filial is what you should do. We have a long future ahead. Don’t worry, I promise not to abandon you, patiently waiting for you to clear all obstacles so we can openly announce our relationship!"

Christopher, holding his painful chin, listened to her promise and his original bad mood from waking up disappeared. Worriedly, he asked, "Are you sure you can handle the Ancient Town thing?"

"Of course, I’ve already had the lawyer investigate."

"Take a couple of people with you, just in case."

"Okay! Even if you hadn’t said it, I still would’ve. I’m quite cautious about my life now!"

That’s true. Any woman who’s a mother would be extra cautious because they fear if something happens to them, their children would be left vulnerable and bullied by a stepmother.

Amelia quickly packed up, leaned over to give the man a kiss on the corner of his mouth before leaving, and strode away saying "Bye-bye".

She didn’t know, as she hurried to the elevator, the door to another ward opened, and Emma Carter stood at the door coldly watching her leave.

On the road, Amelia contacted the lawyer and had Fuller send over two bodyguards to pick up the lawyer and arranged to meet at the highway entrance.

She went to pick up Jacob Garcia.

Once he got in the car, she steered onto the road, glancing at the young man in the passenger seat, "You said you have a way, what’s the way?"

Jacob Garcia, biting into a bun, handed her another bag, "You rushed over right after waking up, you definitely haven’t had breakfast, so I got you some."

Amelia, driving, took a quick look back, feeling touched and straightforwardly asked, "Why are you so nice to me?"

Jacob Garcia smiled, "The way you say it, we are siblings after all. It’s just breakfast, and you still question my motives?"

"..." She felt a bit awkward and explained, "That’s not what I meant."

"You..." Jacob Garcia sighed, placed a straw in the soy milk, and put it in the storage box next to the gear, making it easy for her to grab at red lights, then said, "You just expect the worst from everyone, always thinking anyone who approaches you has ulterior motives."

Amelia: "..."

It’s not that she thought that way, it’s just her life... was indeed like that.

"That’s typical persecution paranoia. But, I can’t blame you; you were bullied by my mom and sister since you were young, it’s understandable you turned out this way."

Just as the light turned red, Amelia took a sip of the soy milk, rudely retorting, "You’re the one who’s not normal."

"I’m not, I’m perfectly fine! Do you know why I went abroad to study so early? I actually hated it abroad, couldn’t understand a word, utter gibberish... Every day was like a chicken trying to talk to a duck, depressing me to death! But I just didn’t want to come back. I hated this family, hated my mom, my dad, and my sister’s facade."

He talked fast, like a tongue twister, and Amelia couldn’t help but laugh at his rant about foreign languages.

However, after he finished speaking, she still retorted bluntly, "Really? Then when you were young at home... I remember you weren’t exactly a good kid either."

It was also because they were familiar enough with each other that she dared to be so direct.

Jacob Garcia scratched his head and said helplessly, "I can’t help it, I’m my mom’s biological son. If I don’t stand by her side and listen to her, would there still be good days for me? I wouldn’t even get any pocket money!"

"..." Amelia was once again shocked.

This kid was truly clever to the extreme! Even she had to admire him!

"But think about it, besides having a bad attitude towards you, have I really harmed you?" Jacob Garcia asked.

She thought about it and it seemed... there really wasn’t any harm.

But she wouldn’t let it go that easily, snorting coldly, "It’s been so long, who remembers anyway."

"If you can’t remember, then it means there wasn’t any!"

"Enough, enough, thanks for the breakfast. You talk too much!"

"..."

"Alright, tell me, what exactly do you have that can help me avoid this disaster?" Amelia got back to the point.

Jacob Garcia swallowed the last bite of his bun, took out his backpack, and pulled out a document, "Take a look at this, you’ll be shocked!"

Amelia glanced at it and vaguely saw the words "paternity test."

"What is this? Who’s taking the test with whom?"

"Forget it; you drive first. We’ll talk about it when we arrive." Jacob Garcia looked at the road as they were about to get on the highway, afraid she might drive dangerously, and put the document away again.

But at the gas station near the highway entrance, Amelia parked the car and snatched it.

She opened it up and was indeed shocked!

"Is this a paternity test for you and that little boy?" she asked in surprise, turning her head to look at him, "How did you think of doing this?"

Before she finished speaking, she had flipped to the page with the test result and was even more surprised!

"You’re not biologically related at all?! So... doesn’t this mean that the child’s father is someone else?"

Jacob Garcia nodded, "Yeah, with this result, how can that woman still have the nerve to ask you for money? Honestly, my dad is dumb for raising someone else’s kid for so many years."

Amelia continued to flip through the document and read it carefully again. Suddenly, she turned her head to look at him with a somewhat odd expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

She pursed her lips, "Haven’t you ever wondered... if you’re not dad’s biological son either? What if this one turns out to be real?"

"..." Jacob Garcia was so angry... he almost fainted.

"You—" He turned his head to look outside the window, took a moment to calm himself, then turned back, feigning anger, "You’re biting the hand that feeds you! I’m wholeheartedly helping you, and you suspect I’m a bastard? Then why don’t we both get a test? Who knows, maybe you aren’t the biological child either!"

"Hehehe..." Amelia chuckled and put the materials away, "Honestly, I kinda wish I wasn’t dad’s biological child. Having such a beastly father is a lifelong stain and pain for me."

But these were just words; she would never doubt her mother’s character.

The car window was knocked on; it was the bodyguard bringing the lawyer.

Amelia got out of the car with the materials and communicated with the lawyer.

The lawyer saw the materials and smiled, "Alright, with this solid evidence, things will be much simpler."

"Great, let’s head out then." Amelia got back into the car and saw the big boy in the passenger seat still fuming. She smiled and coaxed him, "I’m just teasing you. You resemble dad quite a bit; those inherited genes can’t be wrong."

Jacob Garcia, of course, knew who he resembled but still responded sullenly, "How do I look like him? I’m way better looking!"

"Alright, alright, you’re handsome!"

The car got onto the highway, gradually merging into the main road. Amelia relaxed a bit, curiously asking, "You still haven’t said, how did you come up with the idea of doing a paternity test? Could you tell at a glance that the child wasn’t dad’s biological son?"

"I’m not the Monkey King’s fiery-eyed golden pupil, how would I be able to tell?" Jacob Garcia self-deprecatingly said and continued, "That day, the kid knocked things off the table, and the woman’s bag fell to the ground. Something fell out; you probably didn’t see it..."

Jacob Garcia was too embarrassed to say it directly, but Amelia understood once he mentioned it.

"Ahem... you mean, the condom?" she asked, embarrassed.

The big boy was surprised, "You saw it too?!"

"I’m not blind..."

"Then didn’t you have any doubts? A young and pretty woman going out in broad daylight with that kind of thing in her bag, what kind of decent woman could she be?"

"Of course I had doubts. So I got a lawyer to gather some evidence and found out her ’profession’ was illegal—I hadn’t expected to approach it from the child’s angle."

Maybe it was because she was a mother herself; from the bottom of her heart, she felt that children were adorable and innocent, so she didn’t initially direct malicious thoughts toward the child.

But Jacob Garcia was different; he had no such concerns, so his intuition was sharper.

"She really is that kind of professional, huh? Haha, let’s see how she explains this! She still wants money? She should be relieved if she doesn’t end up in jail!"

Amelia didn’t say anything, focusing on driving.

She didn’t intend to do much to the woman, after all, that woman had a child to raise and an elderly mother to support.

As long as they obediently moved out of the siheyuan and returned what belonged to her, she would act as if she knew nothing.

The BMW drove smoothly on the highway, and not far behind, a Rolls-Royce was steadily following them.