Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 443: Who Are You With?

Chapter 443: Chapter 443: Who Are You With?

Thomas Smith sighed gently, his slightly weathered face passing through a sense of melancholy and nostalgia: "Back then, when I joined the army for missions, communication was not as advanced as it is now, losing contact was common, and then..."

He stopped suddenly halfway through his sentence.

Amelia Garcia observed his expression and realized her question might have been too intrusive, so she quickly added, "If it’s inconvenient for you to talk about, you don’t have to. I can only say that my mother wasn’t lucky."

Thomas Smith shook his head, "There’s nothing I can’t talk about. I was on a mission, got injured, and was in a coma for a long time. Being able to recover was a blessing in itself. That’s why I lost time and missed the chance to contact your mother. By the time I came back, she was already married."

"She must have resented me, thinking I abandoned her, and married someone else out of anger."

So that’s how it was!

Amelia Garcia shivered, goosebumps spreading all over her body—they had missed each other so tragically, losing a lifetime.

This past made Amelia Garcia a bit emotional, unsure how to respond, she sat in silent solitude, her brows lowered, as if sharing her mother’s sorrow.

Thomas Smith looked at her and curiously asked, "Did your mother ever mention me?"

Amelia Garcia raised her head, seeing his eyes full of anticipation, clearly hoping for an affirmative answer. She wanted to give one, yet... truth couldn’t be denied.

Moreover, even if she kindly lied, just a few more casual questions from him would reveal her deception.

Amelia Garcia gently shook her head, without uttering a sound, unwilling to let him down.

But Thomas Smith’s eyes still showed desolation, disappointedly, self-mockingly, he smiled.

"It seems she truly hates me, otherwise she wouldn’t have mentioned me to anyone."

Amelia Garcia couldn’t offer comfort, for she understood little of their distant past, not knowing where to begin with consolation.

The weather turned warm, the sunlit pavilion here was enveloped in warm sunlight, making it even cozier. The scenery was pleasant, suitable for relaxing afternoon tea conversations.

Unfortunately, the topic discussed robbed any joy from the atmosphere, even the scenery lost some of its charm.

The surroundings fell silent, only occasionally broken by the chirping of birds.

Thomas Smith seemed lost in distant dreams, not speaking for a while, only sipping tea lightly. Charles Smith was beside him, elegantly and quietly brewing tea, then pouring it into his father’s teacup.

This tranquility was interrupted by Amelia Garcia’s phone ringing.

She didn’t need to check it to know who was calling.

Indeed, the screen showed it was that guy.

She nodded slightly to the Smith father and son, picked up her phone, and walked out of the pavilion, stopping in front of the small waterfall by the rockery.

"Hello..."

"Where are you?"

Where? What did he mean by that?

Before leaving, she clearly said she’d go home to check on the kids and then make him dinner—yet now he inexplicably asked where she was.

Amelia Garcia, highly sensitive, or perhaps knowing Christopher Hart well enough, suddenly realized, could he possibly know who she was with now?

"Why aren’t you speaking?"

The question from the other side strengthened Amelia Garcia’s suspicion, prompting her to tell the truth: "I’m at the private restaurant we ate at last time, um... it’s the founder of Mandrake, Mr. Thomas Smith who returned home, we arranged to meet in the afternoon."

In the hospital ward, Christopher Hart’s gloomy face showed less intensity after hearing the answer.

Just now, an executive called him, saying he went to the private restaurant to meet an old friend and saw a young, beautiful woman from a distance, who looked just like Mrs. Hart, sitting with two men, unsure of what they were doing.

Christopher Hart immediately guessed that this little girl had secretly gone to meet the Smith father and son.

He wasn’t jealous.

He just felt that a woman meeting alone with two men, no matter how reliable their character might be, was highly improper.

And hiding it from him made it even more improper.

Fortunately, this little girl was quick to react and knew to tell the truth.

"Why didn’t you tell me about your meeting?"

"At that time, you had just come out of the operating room, feeling groggy, and I didn’t have a chance to say it."

"Not deliberately hiding it from me?"

"Why would I hide it? Didn’t I already tell you that Mr. Smith seemed to have some relationship with my mother? Besides, he made a grand gesture to purchase the courtyard house, providing us great help. Meeting him to thank him in person is perfectly normal, isn’t it?"

"Hmm," Christopher Hart responded softly, then asked, "When are you coming back?"

Amelia Garcia glanced back at the pavilion, estimating Thomas Smith might not be in the mood to continue the conversation at the moment, so she replied, "I’ll leave now. But I won’t have time to cook soup and dinner for you when I get back."

"No problem, just eat something casually."

"Alright, I’ll head straight to the hospital then."

After hanging up the phone, Amelia Garcia returned to the pavilion and before she could speak, Charles Smith stood up and said, "Did he call to hurry you?"

"Uh..." Amelia Garcia smiled awkwardly, always feeling her man was so prone to jealousy, making outsiders laugh at her, "Uncle Smith, I have to go now, let’s talk another time."

Thomas Smith got up, walked towards her, and asked, "When is it convenient for you to contact me? I want to visit your mother."

Visit my mother...

Amelia Garcia thought of how she hadn’t been there for a long time and immediately nodded, "Alright. If my mother knows underground that you came back looking for her, she’ll surely be pleased."

Charles Smith shook his phone, "I’ll send you my business card."

"Okay!"

"Also, wait a moment, I’ll have Uncle Mason instruct the kitchen to make a soup suitable for patients, so you can pack it and take it to the hospital." Charles Smith further instructed.

Amelia Garcia was overjoyed and grateful: "Really...your thoughtfulness is too thorough! I was just thinking I wouldn’t have time to make food for him when I got back, I didn’t expect you...that’s great!"

Charles Smith smiled, "It was nothing."

Indeed it was nothing, but to think of someone who’s neither family nor acquaintance reaching that level, it speaks volumes of his exemplary character!

Snow Fitch really had a good eye!

Amelia Garcia did not hesitate, insisted on paying at the counter before taking the packed soup Mr. Mason had ordered.

Watching the young woman leave, Thomas Smith withdrew his gaze and sighed, "If only Chloe were still here, how wonderful it would be! It was my fault to her, yet I never got the chance to apologize face to face."

Boss Mason comforted him, "You almost met King Rhys yourself, why talk about right or wrong. If she truly loved you, with a bit more determination, she should have waited for you to return."

Thomas Smith shook his head, "It’s good she got married after all, at least... she had a child to continue her bloodline. If she truly waited for me to come back and followed me...she wouldn’t even have the chance to be a mother in this lifetime."

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Christopher Hart drank the soup his beloved woman brought back, praising it endlessly: "Which restaurant made this? It tastes really good."

Amelia Garcia shot him a sideways glance, "Your mouth really is something special, distinguishing the good from the bad with one bite."

The man glanced at her, then continued sipping soup, saying indifferently, "I haven’t provoked you, right? Why the sarcasm?"

"You haven’t provoked me? Has the matter of calling one hour ago to demand an explanation finished? You’re not suffering from amnesia, are you?"

"That can’t be blamed on me, who asked you to make such a remarkable impression at the dinner table a few days ago?"

"What do you mean?"

Christopher Hart explained while sipping soup, "You were seen by an executive we entertained that day meeting with the Smith father and son at the private restaurant. He called me, with a face that seemed eager to see me being cuckolded; could I not ask?"

"..." Amelia Garcia rolled her eyes helplessly, grumbling, "I didn’t expect middle-aged men to love gossip so much."