Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 452: Caught in the Middle

Chapter 452: Chapter 452: Caught in the Middle

Amelia Garcia has always been clear about grudges and gratitude.

She treats those who are good to her even better in return.

For those who are unkind, she shows no mercy in giving them their due.

Remembering the promise she made to her brother, she reluctantly replied, "I understand, don’t worry, I’ll find a way."

She pondered, deciding to ask Snow Fitch later to inquire with her aunt about the treatment costs for rectal cancer.

She would try to figure out a rough estimate, at least.

No matter how much she resented that man, he was still her biological father, and she couldn’t just watch him die.

It was impossible for her to take care of him by his bedside, so she’ll contribute some money, for Jacob Garcia’s sake.

Hearing her agree, Jacob Garcia thanked her profusely, praising her for being such a good sister!

Actually, she could hardly bear this "thank you" because, as his daughter, these "debts" were inescapable for her.

After hanging up the phone, she quietly gazed out of the car window, calculating where she could scrimp and save.

"What’s wrong? Encounter some trouble again?" Thomas Smith’s concerned voice came from the back.

Amelia Garcia turned around, smiled, and casually replied, "Nothing much, my brother called, he ran into some trouble and needs my help."

Thomas Smith had just been a great help to her, so she couldn’t bother him with her family matters.

He was willing to help out of compassion, probably due to her mother’s influence, but she couldn’t be too reliant on him—thus, she didn’t mention it.

Thomas Smith didn’t press further; everyone has their dignity, and sometimes it’s normal not to want to air family grievances publicly.

So, he returned to the topic from before: "As I mentioned...you can think about it. I don’t have biological children; I adopted Charles when he was eight. If I could have another daughter now, I’d truly have the perfect family."

"You don’t have biological children?" Amelia Garcia was surprised, looking at him puzzled, "Haven’t you... been married before?"

"Yes, it was a marriage of over twenty years."

"Then you..." The confusion in Amelia Garcia’s mind grew, but these were questions too difficult to bring up.

A twenty-year marriage, yet no biological children—was there a problem with health or was it a DINK choice?

But if they were DINK, why adopt a child?

Could their divorce be related to not having biological children?

Thomas Smith sensed her curiosity but didn’t mind, smiling lightly as he said, "There weren’t any issues in our marriage; it was just her... her life belonged to the nation, placing her career first. She felt guilty, thinking she couldn’t properly take care of me, so she proposed the divorce on her own, wanting... me to find someone who could care for me."

"But look at me... am I not doing well? I don’t need anyone to look after me, I can take care of myself. But if the divorce makes her feel better, then so be it." Thomas Smith spoke peacefully and kindly.

One could see that he held no grievances against his ex-wife; mentioning her was like talking about a good old friend.

Amelia Garcia admired him greatly, admiring both Thomas Smith’s temperament and the woman who "devoted her life to the nation."

"No rush in considering it; my idea might seem presumptuous."

"Hmm, I’ll think about it." Her goodwill towards this elder continued to deepen, Amelia Garcia smiled and nodded.

By the time they returned downtown, it was already noon, and Thomas Smith suggested finding a restaurant for lunch.

Amelia Garcia had, in fact, been hoping to return to the hospital to see someone, knowing he must be quite annoyed.

But when this thought crossed her mind, she suddenly changed her mind: why should everything be about his preferences? Does being together mean losing freedom, losing independence, being tied to each other at all times?

She felt conflicted, deliberately choosing not to return early; thus, she went to lunch with Thomas Smith, intending to learn more about her mother’s past.

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In the hospital, Christopher Hart had lunch and saw the three little ones still playing around the table, making his head ache.

She had dropped the kids off early in the morning and then disappeared.

Did she not understand the havoc three kids could wreak?

He was still a patient, needing quiet rest and recovery!

She left the kids here, causing such a ruckus he couldn’t calm himself; what was this about?

After making several calls that were all hung up, he got annoyed and resolved not to reach out again.

If she could, she’d better not return to this ward again!

Frustrated, he closed his eyes and spoke with a hint of helplessness, "Can you three be quiet while eating? Daddy needs to rest."

Hope looked over, "Dad, when is mom coming to pick us up?"

Their father replied, "How should I know? Why don’t you ask yourselves?"

Hope said, "I forgot to bring my phone watch when we went out today."

Noah walked over, "Dad, can I borrow your phone to call mom?"

Mr. Hart handed over his phone, "Here, see if your mom answers."

"Did you and mom argue again?"

"No, it’s your mom who doesn’t want your dad anymore."

Hope walked over and said, "No way! It must be because you upset mom again; you men are all a bunch of pigheads!"

Christopher Hart, who had just closed his eyes, wore an expression of disinterest, but upon hearing his daughter’s remark, he opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Hope Hart! I’m your dad, how can you say that about me?"

Ethan consoled, "Ah, it’s okay, pigheads are delicious! So tasty! If mom didn’t watch me, I could gobble down two!"

Christopher Hart was so irritated, he nearly rolled his eyes.

Hope, having hung around her second brother too much, became carefree and laughed heartily, "Then why don’t you eat dad, hahaha, you could eat two dads, hahahahaha."

Mr. Hart: "..."

Noah dialed mom’s number, and unsurprisingly, she didn’t pick up.

He immediately opened WhatsApp, found his mom’s profile, and sent a voice message: "Mom, when are you coming to pick us up? It’s too boring with dad, and little sister wants to go home."

With a swish, just as the voice message was sent, there was a knock on the hospital room door, and then the doctor entered.

Both adults and kids turned to look.

Christopher Hart, seeing the doctor, initially didn’t pay much attention, but when he noticed the distinguished, tall figure behind the senior nurse, his gaze froze instantly.

Immediately, his expression turned slightly solemn.

The senior nurse approached with a respectful and courteous tone, "Mr. Hart, Doctor Smith, who performed your surgery, specifically took his lunchtime to come over and check on your post-op recovery."

Christopher Hart turned his head aside, "No need, I’m recovering well."

That father and son duo were haunting.

One had taken his woman away.

And now the other was here to provoke him!

Charles Smith, knowing Christopher Hart’s temperament long ago, didn’t mind. He walked over, went to the bedside without stopping, lifted the covers, and directly started the examination.

Hope, who was still eating, saw Charles Smith and her bright eyes lit up instantly, "Wow... doctor brother, you’re so good-looking! Even more handsome than my dad!"