Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 392: Misfortunes Never Come Singly

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Misfortunes Never Come Singly

"Ah..." Snow sighed again, then lamented listlessly, "It’s New Year’s Day... My mom scheduled a dinner, ostensibly to celebrate, but actually it’s a blind date for me."

"What? You’re going on a blind date today?" Amelia asked in surprise, then started laughing, "Is Auntie so eager for you to get married?"

"Hehehe!" Snow forced a laugh and said in annoyance, "It’s all because of you!"

"What does this have to do with me?"

"My mom said that you have three kids already, who can even buy soy sauce, yet I’m still single since birth. It’s practically an insult to her outstandingly perfect genes!"

"Haha, Auntie seems to know a lot."

"You bet! She even reads that novel about you and your husband. She’s eagerly waiting for the author to write an ending!"

"This..." Amelia was not only surprised but shocked, "Auntie is following it too?"

Oh my...

She really should have stuck to her guns back then and insisted Ginny delete that novel.

"She follows it passionately, even regrets not being a few years younger, fantasizing about ditching my dad to find a second spring."

"This..."

"Alright, alright, enough. My mom’s urging me again. Pray I don’t meet some average guy or a mama’s boy, or I’ll hurl up the New Year’s dinner!"

Amelia felt chills listening to her description and hung up the phone.

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Christopher returned to the old house with the three little ones, causing quite a stir.

On New Year’s Day, the Hart family, being from such a distinguished background, naturally had guests coming to pay their respects.

Emma had been forcing herself to endure, but as soon as a servant mentioned that the young master was back with the two young lads and the little miss, her face brightened instantly, and she sat up straighter.

The children entered the room, noticing guests present. Five or six pairs of eyes all stared at them. The little ones were momentarily surprised but then confidently called out, "Grandpa, Grandma, Happy New Year!"

George and Emma were charmed by their greeting, and any discord in their hearts vanished.

Emma was delighted, quickly extending her hand, "Wonderful... Happy New Year, come here, to Grandma."

Noah glanced at his brother and sister, grabbed one hand of each, and the trio walked together to the sofa.

Emma, physically weak, didn’t get up but looked fondly at the children, admiring this one and touching that one, even giving Hope, whom she usually didn’t like, a smile today.

The guests also had varied thoughts upon seeing these three children.

Many of them had hoped to marry their daughters or nieces into the Hart family, dreaming of reaching the top, but all had returned empty-handed.

Originally, even coming for New Year’s visits held some hope, but who would have thought Christopher would bring the kids for the celebration.

The rumors outside were true. Aside from feeling loss, they couldn’t help but feel a bit of envy as well.

These kids were truly adorable and loved by all. And with two sons and a daughter, achieving both in one go—who could match such luck?

The room was filled with joyful laughter.

The guests’ praises brought a floral happiness to Emma’s heart, feeling like all recent gloom and embarrassment had been swept away.

Christopher looked at the harmonious family atmosphere, feeling even more grateful to Amelia.

His phone rang; seeing it was Benny, he wheeled himself to the side room to answer.

"Why, calling to send New Year’s wishes so early?"

Young Master Palmer chuckled, "Yes! Wishing you longevity like the southern mountains, great blessings and endless descendants!"

Christopher found it amusing, "What’s with your fervor on New Year’s?"

"Oh! You’re asking? Last night you and Amelia were happily and lovingly setting off fireworks, so romantic! Do you know what I was doing?" Young Master Palmer was quite annoyed, his tone teeming with frustration.

Christopher’s attention was diverted; instead of caring about his buddy’s plight last night, he was curious, "How did you know we were setting off fireworks last night?"

Benny seized the opportunity to mock, "You old fossil, don’t you check WhatsApp moments? Deserve to be Photoshopped into a dog head!"

The other person’s brow furrowed in confusion, "What dog head?"

"Oh, you check for yourself later! Now hurry and tell Amelia to come and pick up that foreign girl!"

"Foreign girl?"

"Your woman’s assistant!"

Christopher understood, that Betty...

However, his curiosity was piqued, "She’s still at your place?"

"What else? On New Year’s, could I just kick her out to be homeless? Last night, she crashed my New Year’s dinner, got drunk, and behaved poorly; I’ve been harassed all night!" Young Master Palmer sounded very agitated, truly like someone who hadn’t slept well, but more like... in need—

Thinking of this, Christopher was startled, "She got drunk? You didn’t—"

"What are you thinking! Am I someone who would resort to that? I’m not interested in foreign girls!" Before he could finish, a woman’s shriek came from the background, sounding like a cry of panic.

Indeed, the next second, he was even more irritable, "That pest is awake, causing trouble again! Hurry over and take her!"

Christopher was about to say that Amelia had plans today and couldn’t go over, but the call was already hung up.

He stared at his phone, contemplated for a moment, then suddenly curled his lips in a smile.

This guy, always getting along with women effortlessly, can’t handle a single foreign girl? Besides, who told him to trick her? Getting clinged onto is his own fault.

However, what Benny mentioned about WhatsApp moments and dog heads piqued his interest.

He opened WhatsApp moments, scrolled down, finally found a familiar avatar after several pages.

The attractive thin lips curled into a smile; it turned out that Amelia had posted a Moment on WhatsApp after going to bed last night. The caption read: "In the new year, may the people I love and those who love me be safe, joyful, and accomplish everything they wish."

But when he saw the picture accompanying the caption, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

The fireworks were beautiful and the Fairy Wand was romantic, but why did she blur his silhouette and Photoshop his face into a dog’s head?

Looking at that adorably cheeky, lopsided dog head, he became so angry he almost had a cardiac arrest!

Is her man so unsightly? Not even worthy of showing his face in her Moments?

He forwarded the photo to the culprit and sent four words: Waiting for your explanation.

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The children spent the day playing at the old house and were watched by waves of guests as if they were monkeys in a zoo.

By evening, Christopher was going to take the children back.

But Emma Carter couldn’t bear to let them go.

"Go back for what? This is their home!" she said with a stern face, snapping at her son.

Noah, being sensitive, perked up at this and turned his head to look at them.

Emma quickly put on a smile, "Babies, keep playing. Grandma’s got the kitchen making delicious food for you, and I’ve also had the room where you’ll sleep all tidied up."

Before the words had even settled, Noah hadn’t responded yet when Hope suddenly shouted, "I don’t want to sleep here! I want to go home, I want Mommy!"

Christopher immediately echoed, "Yeah, we’ll go back and see Mommy later."

Emma’s face dropped, and looking at her granddaughter, she said, "Then you go back to find Mommy, and the brothers stay here."

Noah’s handsome face turned serious, and he said, calmly but firmly, "We want Mommy too."

"..."

Emma looked at her grandson, unable to maintain her composure. The subject was dropped.

But during dinner, Emma took her son aside.

"Christopher, I’ve rarely been so happy for a day, can’t you just humor me? What’s the harm in letting the children stay overnight here?"

After getting sick, Emma’s temperament indeed changed.

She now knew how to feign weakness, using another tactic to handle people’s emotions—putting on a woeful face, speaking softly, holding back her sharpness and aggressiveness.

But she underestimated her son’s principles.

Christopher saw through his mother’s tactics of retreating to advance.

Amelia hadn’t asked him when they would come back with the kids because she trusted him, trusted that he wouldn’t do anything to upset her.

He couldn’t betray that trust.

So, after a moment of hesitation, he calmly said, "Mom, admitting mistakes is not as hard as you think. If you want the kids to stay, you can resolve things with Amelia. From then, we can be family, and you can see them anytime."

Emma held back her displeasure and looked away, "Before the New Year, I asked you to bring her back, but you refused."

"I conveyed the message for you, it’s not the same as saying it yourself."

"What’s different? Do you insist I must humble myself before her for you to be satisfied?"

"Mom..."

"Hmph! That woman keeps surprising me with her craftiness! She pretends to be generous by allowing you to bring the kids back for the New Year, which makes you completely devoted and grateful to her, doesn’t it? Does she feel zero remorse about Wendy’s death? Why hasn’t she apologized to me even once since the incident? I’ve lost my daughter..."

Thinking of the pain of losing her daughter, Emma became extremely agitated, overwhelmed with grief, tears filled her eyes.

In the end, the children weren’t able to stay overnight.

Because Emma became overly emotional, her chemotherapy reactions were severe again. Not only did she miss dinner, but she also got very sick, scaring the children.

The doctor had advised against her being discharged initially, but with her condition worsening again, Christopher and his father decided to quickly send her back to the hospital.

Fuller arrived upon hearing the news just as the ambulance arrived.

Christopher sent the children into the car first, explained briefly to Amelia over the phone, and then followed the ambulance to the hospital.

That evening, Amelia had planned to meet Jacob Garcia, having a meal together as siblings for New Year could be considered a reunion.

She had just finished eating with Jacob when she received Christopher’s call. After saying goodbye, she quickly drove back.

Initially, she intended to discuss company matters with Christopher that evening, to devise a plan together.

But since Christopher couldn’t come over, this matter had to be postponed.

This delay unexpectedly lasted for several days.

Furthermore, trouble came not alone.

While Christopher was too busy to attend to her and their three children, Ethan suddenly fell ill.

He was vomiting and had severe diarrhea, with a fever that wouldn’t break, frightening Amelia so much she rushed him to the emergency room that night.

Ethan was big for his age and strong, so alone Amelia couldn’t manage, and she had to call Jacob for help.

After a round of tests and examinations, the doctor said, "Acute gastroenteritis, quite severe, hospitalization is recommended. Many kids are like this during the New Year, too much rich food, and their stomachs can’t handle it."

Hearing that hospitalization was necessary, Amelia was overwhelmed.

But the child’s health was important, so she had to obey the doctor’s advice.

"Sis, your child is sick; have you told your husband?" While waiting in line to complete the hospitalization paperwork, Jacob asked, holding the sleeping Ethan in his arms.

Amelia looked at the time, one o’clock in the morning, and shook her head, "I’ll tell him tomorrow."