Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 453 Total Loss of Face

Chapter 453: Chapter 453 Total Loss of Face

Chapter 453 Loss of Face

Christopher was already in a rage, and when he heard his daughter turning against him, he turned his head in shock: "Hope Hart!"

The little girl had long been spoiled by her dad. In this house, the person she’s least afraid of is her dad.

Knowing her dad was angry, she continued to add fuel to the fire, cutely saying, "Doctor brother, look, this is my dad! He looks like that, and he’s got a bad temper! My mom got mad at him and left today too."

Christopher: "..."

Noah and Ethan looked at their sister, their eyes filled with shock and admiration!

Only their sister dared to say such things.

If the two of them dared to be so rebellious, their "real father" on the bed might recover his legs instantly, get up, and hang them up for a beating!

Though Charles Smith always knew Amelia Garcia had three children, today was the first time he saw them.

One had to admit, they were truly lovable and smart.

Seeing the adorable little girl across the bed speak without restraint, he couldn’t help but laugh, making him look even more gentle and handsome.

Hope originally just said those things to annoy her dad, but when she saw how handsome the doctor brother’s smile was, she really wanted to switch dads for a moment.

"Little sister, has your mom not come back yet?" He asked sweetly while continuing to work, glancing up at the little girl.

Christopher glared harshly, sarcastically saying, "You’re about my age, right? Calling my daughter ’little sister’? Have no shame?"

Charles smirked lightly, just finishing his examination and straightened up, "Your daughter called me ’doctor brother’ first, naturally I should call her ’little sister’."

Mr. Hart was even less polite, "If she’s silly, are you silly too?"

Hope was having none of that, "Dad’s the silly one! I might not be as smart as my big brother, but I’m still very smart!"

Seeing that his daughter was giving him no face, Christopher was so angry he nearly spat blood: "Have you finished eating? Running around while eating, what does that look like! Hurry up and finish your meal!"

Hope, still holding her spoon, snorted unhappily at his words, turned back to her little eating table: "Dad’s annoying! Not playing with dad anymore!"

With that, she sat down, stuffed a spoonful of rice into her mouth, and asked Noah, "Big brother, did you get in touch with mom yet? I want to go back, dad’s too annoying! I’ve decided not to love him temporarily!"

Christopher: "..."

In his memory, the little girl he painstakingly raised wasn’t like this.

It’s only been a few months?

Exactly where did things go wrong?

Noah was also momentarily struck by doctor’s cultured and handsome appearance. Hearing his sister’s question, he quickly lowered his head and realized there was a reply on WhatsApp.

He opened it.

"Honey, I’m eating out, I should be back at the hospital in about an hour. Ask your sister if it’s urgent? If it’s really urgent, have Uncle Fuller come and pick you up. If not, wait for me to come get you."

Noah played the voice message, and everyone heard it.

Then he handed the phone to his sister: "You tell mom."

Hope put down her chicken leg, not caring about her chubby little hands being greasy, took the phone, hit the voice button, and started complaining: "Mom, dad’s so annoying! He said I’m silly! I’m your daughter, if he calls me silly, isn’t that just like calling you silly? Mom, I’ll get mad for you first! Hmph!"

After sending this message, she suddenly remembered something and immediately added: "Oh mom, there’s a really handsome doctor brother in the hospital room; he’s so gentle too! Come back quick, or you won’t see this handsome doctor brother!"

Charles Smith was always serious about his work, generally didn’t laugh at jokes, unless he couldn’t help it.

Like now.

It’s not just Charles Smith who couldn’t hold back, even the usually stern director chuckled.

Let alone the little nurse and the resident doctor nearby, who were covering their mouths, shoulders shaking with laughter.

Noah sensed the low pressure from the hospital bed, quickly grabbed the phone back, reminding softly: "Sister, that’s enough, at least leave dad some dignity."

Christopher felt that it was time for him as the head of the family to "restore some order"!

Otherwise, in a few days, even the dog Little Dunham might dare to boss around on his head.

"Hope Hart, just you wait, your crying days are ahead." He glared at his daughter, frustrated that his legs couldn’t move, so he could only lie in bed and speak harshly.

Hope wasn’t afraid, stuck out her tongue at him, making a face.

Ethan leaned towards his brother, whispering, "Did sister eat bear heart and leopard gall today..."

Noah replied in a low voice too, "I think she’s probably a lovestruck fool, seeing a handsome guy and instantly..."

"Hey! Do you two think I’m deaf?" Before they finished, Hope interrupted, and the brothers immediately fell silent, continuing to eat.

The antics ended, and Charles Smith finally put away his amused mood and got back to business: "Mr. Hart, your leg is recovering well. Tomorrow, Director Lewis will arrange for a check-up on your postoperative recovery. For now, you should stay in bed mostly, you can sit up a little, and get some gentle leg massages, but definitely no getting out of bed."

Christopher thought it was all nonsense, glaring coldly, "Do you think I can get out of bed like this?"

Charles smiled, "Afraid you might rush it."

"..." One sentence choked him speechless.

"Director Lewis, let’s go to your office to discuss." Charles turned to leave with the director and others.

He glanced at the kids eating at the little table, and Hope happened to look his way.

"Little sister, goodbye." He smiled warmly and greeted, Hope immediately smiled sweetly and waved: "Doctor brother, goodbye!"

After they left, the hospital room door closed, Christopher’s face was no longer decent. "Hope Hart, you’re a girl, little girls should be modest and reserved, do you understand?"

"I don’t understand, I only know everyone loves beauty. You like mom, isn’t it because mom is pretty?"

"You—when did you learn to be so glib? Kids who talk like this aren’t liked by anyone!"

"You’re an adult, and you don’t speak well either, I learned from a crooked beam." Hope finished, looking to the most studious Noah, "Big brother, is that how you say it?"

Noah was in a tough spot, "Yes... sort of..."

"..." Christopher was completely out of words, reaching out to them, "Give me the phone."

Noah didn’t move, using eye signals to instruct his brother.

Ethan had no choice but to run and hand the phone to their bedridden father.

Christopher looked disdainfully at the greasy phone screen, resisting the urge to throw it out the window, wiped it with a tissue, and immediately called Fuller: "Come to the hospital and take these three brats back!"

Just finishing her meal, Hope looked up and said, "We are not brats!"

Christopher chuckled, seeing the little girl get herself caught in her words, responded slowly: "Sweetheart, at most dad says you’re silly, but how can you call yourself a brat?"

Hope froze, glanced at her brother, who hinted a correction, she quickly amended: "We are people!"

Christopher finally felt like he had won a round, smiled complacently, and ignored her.

Hope pouted, murmuring constantly: "Dad’s bad, don’t like dad anymore..."

Kept chanting until Fuller came to take them away.

The hospital room finally quieted down, but Christopher felt there was still a buzzing in his ears.

But this auditory hallucination couldn’t suppress his fatigued nerves.

Yet just as he was about to fall asleep, the phone rang.

He opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at it, and without hesitation, hung up, and then put it on silent.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the hospital room door was pushed open: "Christopher, what do you mean by this? I called you and you deliberately hung up!"