Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 455: Finding a Way Out

Chapter 455: Chapter 455: Finding a Way Out

Early in the morning, Amelia Garcia got up to "serve" the three little ones.

Winter break is over, and finally, school is starting.

The three siblings were going to school together, taking care of each other. Even the pampered Hope didn’t fuss, eagerly putting on a cheerful red Chinese-style dress to attend the kindergarten opening ceremony.

Amelia Garcia dropped them off at kindergarten, took a few photos with the kids, watched them go inside, and then checked her watch before rushing to the prison.

On the way, she received a call from Christopher Hart.

Seeing that he was willing to call, she figured he had calmed down. She sneered inwardly, answered, and nonchalantly responded, "Hello."

Christopher was awkward, so his tone matched hers with indifference: "Are they starting school today?"

"Yes."

"Have they already been dropped off?"

"Yes."

Listening to her attitude, the man’s tone finally fluctuated, with a light reproach: "Why didn’t you call me before school started? Even if I can’t personally take them to school, I should at least say a few words of encouragement."

The woman chuckled: "Isn’t this something you as a father should be more proactive about? Do we have to call you first?"

"..." The words were reasonable, leaving Mr. Hart speechless.

"What, nothing to say?"

"..." Christopher paused for a moment, didn’t respond to that, and instead asked, "When are you coming over? I’m hungry..."

In fact, the caregiver had asked him early in the morning if he wanted breakfast.

He deliberately said no, purposely kept himself hungry.

Otherwise, how could he find an excuse?

Hearing him asking for breakfast so righteously, Amelia laughed even more prominently, and sarcastically asked, "Did I say yesterday I’d bring you breakfast today? I don’t remember."

Christopher was shocked: "If you don’t bring it, what will I eat?"

"Doesn’t the hospital have a cafeteria? Aren’t there breakfast places outside? It’s not that your legs can’t move, it’s not like your mouth can’t speak." Something that could be resolved with a call, he just assumed it was her duty.

Ha! Men, they’re just spoiled!

Hearing her say this, Christopher was a bit surprised and also a bit dissatisfied: "So you’re not coming today? Now that the kids are in school, what are you doing?"

"Why do you care what I do? Can’t I as an adult have my own freedom and space?"

Amelia once again left him speechless.

Both sides were silent, but neither side hung up, quietly listening to each other’s breathing.

Amelia wasn’t really angry anymore, she just felt that she had been too proactive in caring for him and had indeed put him on a bit of a pedestal.

Perhaps some women enjoy being controlled by men, thinking that a man caring about every move is a sign of love and concern.

But not Amelia Garcia.

Even if she loves someone, she hopes to have her own space.

She can bring things up voluntarily, chat casually, but she doesn’t want every little thing she does to have to be reported to him.

So even though she wasn’t angry anymore, she didn’t fully acquiesce to Christopher.

If she didn’t make him realize this now, didn’t let him curb his control and possessive desires, it would only get more severe in the future, trapping her tighter and tighter until she couldn’t breathe.

After a prolonged silence, Amelia’s tone softened a bit and she called out to him: "Christopher, are you still there?"

"Hmm..." he reluctantly responded, complaining, "You always call me by my full name now."

"How should I call you then?"

"How did you call me when you were young?"

"That was then. Do you still want me to call you Brother Christopher in public? That would be cringe-worthy enough to make people gag."

"But you shouldn’t call me by my full name either."

Amelia, driving while shaking her head helplessly, had a faint pleasant smile on her lips, "How about dropping the last name, just calling you Christopher?"

"So-so."

Amelia suddenly remembered something and said, "Actually, I think there’s a name that suits you well."

"What name?"

"Three-Year-Old Hart."

"..."

"Really, Young Master Palmer has said that sometimes your behavior and actions are at most three years old, not a day more."

"Are you deliberately provoking me?" Mr. Hart was obviously dissatisfied with the nickname.

"How would I dare! You always sulk and look down your nose at people. I have to watch your mood even to say a word, not daring to breathe near you."

"Ha! I’ve seen you plucking the tiger’s whiskers with great gusto, when have you cared about my mood?"

"Oh, so you know you’re a tiger."

"..." Unintentionally getting himself tangled up, Christopher was frustrated and changed the topic again, "Forget it, I’m too lazy to argue with you. What are you busy with after all? If you’re still trying to gather money, don’t bother. What you mentioned yesterday, I thought about it later. If Mandrake is willing to invest, the news of cooperation between the two companies will surely benefit Seal-Cloud and might cause the stock price to surge."

Amelia was somewhat surprised, "So you’re agreeing?"

"You’ve already humbled yourself to ask others, would I not appreciate it and become an ingrate? You did all this for me. Even if I’m angry, I can’t hurt your feelings."

Hearing these words, Amelia’s face broke into an increasingly visible, satisfied smile.

Not bad, much better than she had imagined.

At least, he’s capable of self-reflection, calm analysis, and willing to set aside pride and arrogance to consider others.

This is the demeanor of a true gentleman, flexible and accommodating!

Hearing her laughing on the other end, Christopher somewhat aggrievedly said, "I’ve listened to you, can you calm down now?"

"I was never angry!"

"Then you left me to fend for myself."

"I really do have something to do today. My dad is sick in prison, it’s cancer, and Jacob Garcia found me yesterday. He said he applied for medical parole, so I have to go over there." Since he was willing to relent, Amelia was willing to back down as well, and she brought up what she was busy with.

"What?" Christopher was shocked, "Michael Garcia has cancer?"

"Yes, rectal cancer. They say it was caught early and if he actively cooperates with treatment, there’s a good chance of recovery."

"Why would you care for such a beast of a father?"

"I don’t want to care either, but Jacob Garcia begged me, what can I do? He’s pitiful too, with both parents in prison, and now his dad has cancer. He’s gone from a young master of a wealthy family to a homeless worker. His only wish now is to save his father. If I still refuse, it would be too inhumane."

"Besides, when we reclaimed the title deed to the siheyuan, he contributed the most. I’ll consider this paying back a favor."

"Hmm." Christopher quietly listened to her, acknowledged and said with guilt, "Unfortunately, I’m stuck in bed now and can’t accompany you. Tell me how much the treatment will cost there. I might not have much, but I can scrape together ten or twenty thousand."

He’s sold all the cars under his name.

But he still has a bunch of luxury watches, if need be, he can only ask Benny to go home and select a few watches to sell.

Thinking of this, he found it laughable.

In Christopher’s life, after so many years of legendary glory, when did he ever imagine there would be a day like this?

Surviving by selling his collectibles.

Amelia didn’t hold back with him. Hearing he could gather ten or twenty thousand, she immediately said, "I’m really short on cash! Please gather some money for me in the next couple of days, about ten thousand."