Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 460 Amelia Garcia’s Origin 1

Chapter 460: Chapter 460 Amelia Garcia’s Origin 1

"You still remember you have a mom?" Fiona Marshall’s first words upon seeing her son were mocking, full of resentment. "You don’t even think to come see me during the New Year! Look at others, their family brings a bunch of things; that’s what New Year feels like! People think I have no children!"

Jacob Garcia listened obediently, waiting for Fiona to finish her tirade, then pushed the shopping bag in front of him. "Didn’t I buy these for you? The officer checked them just now; you can take them inside."

Through the window glass, Fiona saw the big bag of food, drinks, and necessities in front of her son, and her expression finally eased a little.

"Have you gone to see your sister yet?"

"Not yet."

"Your sister got a short sentence; if she behaves well, she might get her sentence reduced and could be out by the second half of the year."

"Hmm." Jacob nodded, responding without much excitement.

Fiona noticed this and the momentary calm in her expression tightened again with dissatisfaction. "What’s with your attitude? Aren’t you happy to see your sister getting out?"

Jacob gave a perfunctory smile. "Mom, don’t get upset when I say this, but given my second sister’s nature, staying in prison seems better for her."

Before he could finish speaking, Fiona angrily raised her hand to hit him, though she couldn’t reach him through the glass.

Seeing his mother was furious, he explained slowly, "Isn’t it true... in prison, there’s no need to worry about food and shelter, right? If she gets out, she has to earn money to support herself. My second sister has always been lazy and vain, spending money extravagantly; who knows if she can support herself back in society."

At that time, she might even become a burden to him as her brother.

Therefore, Jacob truly wasn’t keen on seeing his second sister released from prison.

He even felt it would be better if his mom stayed in prison all the time.

After hearing his words, Fiona didn’t want to admit it but still sighed.

"It’s all your father’s fault! A perfectly good company ruined by him! Now we don’t even have a place to live; if I had known this was how things would turn out following him, I’d never have been so foolish!" Fiona was filled with regret, lamenting heavily.

Jacob Garcia came over for two specific reasons.

One was to tell her that their father had cancer and was hospitalized, and the second was to inquire about his elder sister’s background.

Since the topic turned to his father, he remembered his father’s cancer diagnosis, which made him sigh along with Fiona.

Fiona glanced at him coldly, "Why are you sighing? You’re the only one in this family who’s living it up now."

Jacob smiled, "Mom, you’re talking like I should be in prison like you guys, then it would be fair, right?"

Fiona realized she misspoke, her face changing slightly, and explained, "That’s not what I meant. I just thought you never had it tough from childhood until now, and it’s certainly not easy being out there on your own. Look at you, all tanned and thin, not as handsome as you used to be."

After such a long encounter between mother and son, Fiona finally uttered words of concern and care for her son.

Feeling satisfied, Jacob comforted her, "It’s fine, I’m a grown man; a little hardship is nothing."

Fiona smiled and nodded, "You’ve matured a lot; that’s good. Just don’t become like your father, good-for-nothing."

"Mom, do you... have no feelings left for my dad?"

"Feelings? Even if I said there were some, he wouldn’t believe it." Before her imprisonment, rumors about her and that department director were all over River City.

Michael Garcia was resolute in wanting to divorce her, but she refused, and later was arrested, which dragged the matter out.

But surely, any marital affection between them was completely gone; once they get out, they’ll end up divorced sooner or later.

"Mom, I came today to tell you that Dad’s sick; he applied for medical parole and is now out, receiving treatment in the hospital."

"What?" Fiona was shocked and leaned forward slightly, "You’re saying Michael Garcia is already out?"

Her focus wasn’t on what illness her husband had, but the shock that the scumbag got out before she did.

"Yes, medical parole, not end of sentence."

"What illness?"

"Rectal cancer."

"Cancer?" Fiona’s eyes widened, stunned for a couple of seconds before she laughed. "Haha, serves him right! It’s karma! Who told him not to do a single good thing for a lifetime! Serves him right!"

"Mom... you were husband and wife after all; Dad treated you well in the past."

"Treated me well? If he had truly treated me well, he wouldn’t have abandoned me for power and riches, forcing me to marry a drunken, violent man! Even though he married me later, the suffering I endured over those years, I’ll never forget in my life!"

Fiona’s previously calm emotions suddenly boiled over, filled with resentment as she recalled the hardship of her first marriage, seething with anger, even her gaze turned fierce and bitter.

Jacob Garcia suddenly caught on to key information, his expression stunned, and he instinctively leaned forward, closer to the glass. "Mom, what do you mean by that? You and Dad knew each other very early on?"

"Of course." Fiona thought, since the couple’s connection had ended, and now that Michael Garcia had cancer, it’s uncertain whether he’ll survive until she gets out. Some long-buried secrets were no longer necessary to keep hidden.

Besides, she was talking to her own son, not outsiders.

Thus, she spoke without reservation, laughing bitterly with regret, "He knew me before he got married; we were quite fond of each other. My family conditions were pretty good too; originally, we were discussing marriage. By chance, he met the Norton Family and found their only daughter very pretty, plus the Norton Family was wealthier than mine, doing bigger business, and he was determined to climb high..."

"Back then, he suggested breaking up with me, but I refused. I’d already lost a child for him in a small clinic, almost losing my own life. After investing so much, he wanted to abandon me; how could that be possible?"

"I said either we’d go down together or stick to the original plan of getting married. To calm me down, he treated me well, sweet-talking me every day. I was so naive back then... I didn’t know men could be so unreliable; I fell for his lies and let him have two-timing..."

"I don’t know what means he used, but he managed to gain the Norton Family’s trust. However, Chloe Norton couldn’t stand him, she completely ignored him. Later, to win over Chloe Norton, he resorted to underhanded tactics."

Jacob listened, shocked, finding the story appalling.

He never imagined that his father’s first marriage was obtained through such disgusting, sleazy methods!

"Chloe Norton got pregnant; she was desperate to abort the child. Michael Garcia began pretending again, bowing and scraping before her, kneeling and apologizing to the Norton elders, promising to take responsibility and be good to Chloe Norton for life."

"The matter was settled. In that era, premarital pregnancy wasn’t something respectable, and the Norton elders had no choice but to agree to marry their daughter to him."

Fiona’s angry, agitated face suddenly changed into a leer, smiling gleefully, "But guess what happened afterwards?"