Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 46 These dogs, adulterer and harlot!

Chapter 46: Chapter 46 These dogs, adulterer and harlot!

Lily Garcia "fainted," and the Hart Family, worried about her health, hastily called for an ambulance.

Soon, the ambulance carried Lily Garcia and her daughter to the hospital.

However, Lily Garcia refused to have a check-up at a regular hospital.

Just after arriving at the emergency department, she was transported by an ambulance from a private hospital arranged by Fiona Marshall.

Having just settled in, Lily Garcia received news from the maid at Imperial Garden Villa that that woman had been at the villa all night, keeping Hope Hart company.

She was so angry that her face twisted, and she wished she could rush to the villa immediately and have a fierce fight with "Amelia Garcia."

Fortunately, Fiona Marshall was there to accompany her.

Experience was indeed an advantage, as she persuaded her daughter to keep her cool and wait until they had strong evidence before making their move!

A few hours later, she indeed received the "irrefutable evidence."

Looking at the photos on her phone, "Amelia Garcia" was supporting Christopher Hart as they climbed the stairs, wrapped in each other’s arms, cooing affectionately, annoyingly intimate like any ordinary couple—Lily Garcia screamed uncontrollably with anger!

"Ah! This is too much! How could they do this! Amelia Garcia is such a slut!"

Lily Garcia was so furious that she smashed her phone to the ground, hysterically.

Fiona Marshall looked at her daughter going mad and sternly reprimanded, "Enough! What are you doing, making a scene like this?"

She walked over and picked up the phone, which had a shattered screen, but the photos were still viewable—indeed infuriating!

"Mom, what should I do now? Christopher must be determined to call off our engagement, he wants to reunite with that slut! This pair of adulterous dogs!"

Lily Garcia clutched her mother’s arm, crying and complaining.

Fiona Marshall still focused on the phone, her face twisted with anger, gritting her teeth, "This woman... really does look like Amelia Garcia."

"She is Amelia! Definitely!"

"Then why did she fake her death back then? And how did she manage to deceive everyone at the time?"

Lily Garcia impatiently said, "Oh, Mom! What are you worrying about that for now!"

Fiona Marshall took a deep breath to suppress her rage and nodded, "Yes, no matter who she is now, we can’t let her disrupt our plans, we can’t let her take away your Young Madam Hart’s position..."

"So what do we do?"

Fiona Marshall thought for a moment, handed the phone to her daughter, her eyes flashed with cunning, "Find some paparazzi, release these photos, let the media backlash ferment, and see how they clean up their mess."

"That won’t work... I’ve tried that before, Christopher was very angry, if I do the same thing again, he will definitely—"

Before she could finish, Fiona Marshall forcefully pressed her head down, "How did I give birth to such an idiot!"

"..." Lily Garcia was confused.

"Release it in the photographer’s name; you play the victim, then go and deny the claims. Do you understand?"

Lily Garcia stared at her mother for a moment, then as though waking from a dream, nodded repeatedly, "I get it, I get it. Everyone will feel sorry for me, Christopher won’t be able to blame me, let him taste the bitterness of being wronged!"

"Pay off that maid to go far away, never to return to River City."

"Right... I understand!"

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Christopher Hart indeed had drunk too much.

After Amelia Garcia had angrily left, he went straight to sleep.

But he didn’t sleep for long before his phone began to buzz persistently.

Over and over, until it woke him up.

"This had better be something of utmost importance! Otherwise, you’re off to Africa tomorrow!"

He picked up the phone, furious, and vented his spleen at Lucas King.

Lucas King, not having time to be afraid, hastily said, "President Hart, there’s a mole in the house, they’ve taken photos of Miss Norton with you and posted them online, it’s trending now!"

Christopher Hart suddenly sat up, "What photos?"

"On WhatsApp, I’ve already sent them to you."

He immediately hung up the call, opened WhatsApp, and clicked on the link Lucas King had sent.

Fingers slid across the screen, and then his expression grew increasingly dark, his gaze increasingly sharp.

He threw back the covers and got out of bed. Ignoring the fact it was already past midnight, he summoned his bodyguard and ordered all the house servants to gather.

However, it was already too late.

"Sir," Aunt Harper whispered, "Nanny Johnson said a family member suddenly fell critically ill and she rushed home overnight... Do you want to call her to come back?"

Aunt Harper had thought that maybe something valuable had been lost in the mansion since the master had suddenly asked all the servants to gather in the living room in the middle of the night. Not wanting to take any chances, she quickly sought instructions.

Christopher Hart looked at her, eyes slightly narrowed, "Nanny Johnson?"

"Yes, the one responsible for cleaning the back yard."

Christopher vaguely remembered her.

It seemed, the so-called internal thief could be none other than her.

Now that the matter had exploded, the most important thing was to first quell the online storm.

"Fuller, send someone to look for this Nanny Johnson."

"Yes!"

Christopher then turned his eyes to Aunt Harper, "During her time working, has she ever been docked pay for making mistakes?"

Aunt Harper thought for a moment, "No, but she wasn’t very proactive in her work, always needing reminders."

"Okay, understood. You can go."

Aunt Harper didn’t know what had happened, but seeing that her master had such a somber face, she didn’t dare to ask more and turned to let the servants go back to continue resting.

Christopher looked again at the post.

The post was a self-account claiming the author was a servant of the Hart Family. They said they had developed resentment over a long time of being scolded, exploited, and having their wages docked. So, witnessing the master’s inappropriate conduct – despite having a fiancée, he still summoned the "Fox Spirit" to the house to get intimate – they could no longer stand by and decided to reveal it for the public to judge.

Since there were no penalties or docked wages – it could only mean she had been bought off by someone.

Lucas King called again, "President Hart, we’ve managed to suppress it on the trending searches, but the issue has been fermenting for a few hours. Many people have probably taken screenshots as proof. This will definitely affect your and Miss Norton’s reputation."

"Mm, keep handling it."

After hanging up, Christopher was completely sober.

It seemed he needed to reevaluate his own authority.

Not only did the Garcia family dare to defy him, but even a servant in his house could so easily disregard his authority and be bought off by someone else.

With no inclination to sleep, he took his phone and walked to the living room’s French window, bowing his head and staring at the screen as he opened those images one by one.

The photos were very clear.

That woman helping him, the two of them staggering upstairs, then almost falling.

She glared at him, then dragged him up to continue climbing...

Looking at them, President Hart, despite his hangover headache, inexplicably curled up the corners of his mouth.

Then, he saved each of those photos one by one.

It was late; he didn’t know if she had fallen asleep or not.

After thinking it over, he didn’t call but sent a text message instead.

[To think Miss Norton would take advantage of my drunken state to be violent towards me. Your beauty is matched by your ruthlessness, quite an eye-opener for me.]

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Amelia Garcia leaned against the headboard, restless and unable to sleep, constantly on her phone.

Seeing the trending search suddenly disappear, she knew Christopher had intervened.

Not in the mood to contact him, she tossed her phone aside and decided to try and sleep.

Big issues could wait until after a good night’s sleep to tackle.

However, before she could muster the desire to sleep, her phone ding-donged with a message.

She worried it was more news, so she crawled out of bed and grabbed her phone.