Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 419: I Don’t Care If It’s Right And Proper

Chapter 419: Chapter 419: I Don’t Care If It’s Right And Proper

"But I can’t just stand by and watch you lose Seal-Cloud, lose everything! I’ve already acted, and I must ensure victory! Otherwise, all my efforts so far will be in vain! Do you understand?!" she retorted back.

As she yelled these words loudly, Amelia Garcia’s head spun more and more.

Her ears buzzed incessantly, and she frowned in pain, one hand supporting her forehead as she shook her head, her body weakly leaning against the seat.

Christopher forced himself to remain still, coldly watching her, "Stop pretending."

Pretending?

She was about to explode, yet he thought she was pretending?!

Raising her eyelashes, she glanced angrily at him, suddenly feeling that his conscience had been fed to the dogs!

And her wholehearted efforts these days seemed like a joke!

Fury burned within her, and she suddenly didn’t want to stay another second, didn’t want to see him, so she shouted loudly, "Stop the car! Pull over!"

Christopher was startled, "What are you doing?"

"It’s none of your business what I’m doing! Stop the car!"

Her voice was nearly breaking, and the driver had no choice but to pull to a stop, but he didn’t unlock the car’s automatic locks.

Amelia pulled at the door twice, couldn’t open it, and was about to explode again when Christopher grabbed her arm, his face angry yet helpless, "Can you stop causing trouble? You’re still not feeling well, how will you get back if you get off?"

"It’s none of your business!"

"If I don’t care about you, who will? If you hadn’t broken your promise today, you would already be Mrs. Hart by now! I’m justified in caring for you!" Christopher said, his words overbearing and assertive.

Amelia glared at him angrily, deliberately hitting him where it hurt, "But it didn’t happen, so we’re just ex-husband and ex-wife now, what I do has nothing to do with you!"

The man’s face grew increasingly terrifying, his dark eyes burning with anger sent out dangerous signals, "Say that again!"

She forcefully held back her discomfort, her chest tight, "I’ll say it! We’re just ex-husband and ex-wife now, so whatever I do—mm, Christopher! You jerk! Shameless! Stay away from me! Don’t kiss me, mm..."

She hadn’t finished her sentence when the man pulled her back and kissed her forcibly in his embrace.

It was truly a fierce kiss.

So fierce that his big hand grasped the back of the woman’s neck, as if he wanted to twist it.

Having inhaled toxic smoke, Amelia’s head was already spinning, her chest tight, and his rage only made it worse, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded.

And now, he was forcibly kissing her!

The domineering, rough approach seemed intent on sucking her insides dry, and as they struggled against each other, she felt the oxygen in her chest decreasing, the blankness in her mind increasing...

She didn’t even know when her consciousness began to blur, only feeling that everything around her was gradually drifting away, her whole body seeming to lose strength, floating away from the pain...

"Amelia? Amelia!" Christopher saw her struggling and then gradually losing strength, her entire body going limp, and he was terrified out of his wits, quickly holding onto her and calling desperately.

Amelia seemed lifeless, swaying as he shook her, her head dangling.

Christopher was extremely remorseful, and for a moment, it felt like his heart had stopped.

"Quick! Turn back to the hospital!" he ordered urgently.

The driver dared not delay, immediately stepping on the gas and finding a place to turn around.

Fortunately... Amelia’s fainting was only temporary; as her mouth and nose began to breathe normally again, her brain slowly rebooted.

As the car quickly turned, the inertia swung her, and she slowly woke up with a frown.

Christopher looked down and saw, his expression lightened with joy, "Amelia... you’re awake! You scared me to death just now, I thought you... it’s okay now, it’s okay."

Amelia lay partially in his arms, her eyes quietly cool and looking at him without any emotion after opening them.

Yet, two streams of silent tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, merging into her hairline.

Christopher clearly saw her silent tears, and his heart felt like it was being corroded by sulfuric acid, a deep sense of regret swept over him.

"I’m... I’m sorry, it was my fault earlier—" As soon as she cried, Christopher was at a loss, the anger instantly extinguished by her tears, leaving only deep regret and apology.

"I didn’t mean to lose my temper with you, it’s just that you... you lied to me again and again, I know you’re doing it all for my good, but I really don’t want to drag you down."

Amelia said nothing, only tried to muster her strength to rise from his embrace.

Christopher was unwilling, she looked at him coldly, "Let go of me."

"Amelia..."

She still didn’t respond but resolutely moved away from his embrace, turned quietly back into her seat, and sat.

Christopher watched her distant, indifferent demeanor, the bravado from earlier gone, replaced by cautious glances at her.

"Amelia... you’re, you’re angry..."

Amelia didn’t want to deal with him anymore, turning her head to the car window instead.

Christopher immediately grew even more nervous, his Adam’s apple bobbing, wanting to speak but not daring to open his mouth.

As the car returned to the hospital, the driver asked if they still wanted to go inside.

Christopher was about to respond when Amelia said calmly, "No need for me, why don’t you take your boss to get his brain checked."

Her words were full of sarcasm.

Christopher’s expression changed, frowning as he looked at her but not daring to retort.

Call him sick if she wants, as long as she talks, it’s better than her cold, unfamiliar appearance.

But the driver was in a dilemma, "President Hart..."

"Forget it, let’s go back." Christopher certainly wasn’t foolish enough to go to the hospital for a brain check, his eyes staring at the woman, instructing quietly.

So, the Lincoln President 1 drove out of the hospital again, heading home under the night sky.

The car was silent.

Amelia gradually calmed down, her anger subsiding.

She simply didn’t want to deal with a certain someone.

And Christopher kept observing her mood, seeing her complexion improving, her brow gradually relaxing, his tension and worry diminished considerably.

The quarrel was exhausting and emotional; thinking back, it really wasn’t necessary.

Dealing with things calmly is the way to go.

So, Mr. Hart sorted out his emotions, carefully arranged his words, gently pulled at the woman’s sleeve, and his deep, husky voice carried a hint of concession, "Amelia... that four-courtyard house was the last memory your grandparents and your mother left for you, you really shouldn’t sell it. When I suggested selling the company, I just felt sorry for you, I felt like I owed you; now that you’ve sold even the courtyard house, I feel even more sorry for their souls in heaven. You should understand this feeling."

Amelia didn’t respond, but she didn’t seem to be angry anymore either.

The man, seeing this, felt a bit bolder, paused, then mustered the courage to continue, "Lucas King said the balance payment is not yet made, so it should still be possible to retract the sale. Please listen to me and take back the courtyard house, okay?"

Amelia was not unreasonable; if he could be even-tempered, she could be kind-hearted.

Turning around, she straight out asked, "When the stock market resumes tomorrow, can you assure victory?"

Christopher replied honestly, "No."

Having said that, he quickly added before the woman could speak, "But even if you invest another hundred million, there’s no guarantee of victory either, and if we lose, it might cause us to lose even more!"