Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 472 Truth Revealed 2

Chapter 472: Chapter 472 Truth Revealed 2

Michael Garcia’s venomous and caustic words hadn’t even settled when the curtain around the hospital bed was suddenly yanked open. Amelia Garcia’s eyes were wide with fury as she glared at him.

Jacob Garcia was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat, and he almost jumped from his chair, the sudden movement causing it to topple over.

"Sis... why are you here all of a sudden?" Seeing Amelia, his face changed dramatically, and his words stammered and tangled.

Amelia ignored him, her face darkening to a frightening grimace. She stepped forward from beside Christopher Hart’s wheelchair, increasing the pressure, "Speak up! What do you mean by what you just said? I’m not your biological daughter? My mom used you? Michael Garcia, you’d better explain everything clearly, or you won’t even need to wait for the operating table; you can go directly to see King Rhys!"

Christopher, seated in his wheelchair, saw her losing control and quickly reached out to grab her, "Amelia, calm down, there are too many people here..."

Amelia clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging deeply into her flesh, staring intently at Michael Garcia with her eyes reddened around the edges.

Michael Garcia was dumbfounded too.

He had originally asked Jacob to bring Amelia over to explain her true identity, but he also wanted to take the opportunity to extort some money. Even if the illness couldn’t be cured, at least he could enjoy himself in the remaining days.

Exchanging money for the truth about her identity, and taking the chance to disgust Amelia, making her suffer and doubt her own origin—this revenge would be thorough enough.

But he didn’t expect Amelia to suddenly come and have almost heard the "secret truth."

The original plan was disrupted, leaving him flummoxed and unable to utter a complete sentence for a while.

Christopher’s wheelchair was parked outside the curtain, and naturally noticed the patient in the next bed had perked up their ears for gossip, so he kept holding onto Amelia’s hand, urging her to restrain and calm down, while instructing Jacob, "Take him out; let’s talk elsewhere."

Jacob was dumbstruck, but nodded, "Oh, okay, okay..." He then stepped forward and coaxed quietly, "Dad, let’s go outside; there are outsiders here."

Michael Garcia came back to his senses, stubbornly refusing cooperation, "I’m not going. It’s not me who’s being shameful."

Jacob understood how to handle him, reminding, "Do you still want to have surgery tomorrow? If you don’t, you know the consequences, right? If you want the surgery, then Sis has to give the money..."

Michael Garcia hesitated for a while, but had to concede, and with Jacob’s help, got out of bed and walked out of the ward.

Amelia was led out of the ward by Christopher, borrowing a small conference room from a doctor.

"Amelia, don’t get worked up yet. Ask the questions clearly first, and no matter what he says, don’t believe it for now." Christopher was on edge, afraid Michael would recklessly slander Amelia’s mother.

To a daughter, not being able to maintain her deceased mother’s reputation would be a devastating blow.

Amelia was still in the throes of the shocking words Michael had said, unable to come back to her senses for a long time, until Christopher tugged at her arm, his brows furrowed tighter, "Amelia?"

"Mm..." She nodded, barely regaining her voice, which felt light and distant, "I know..."

Although she had dreamed countless times, hoping Michael wasn’t her biological father, now that the "dream had come true," she felt more fear, anger, and unease.

If she wasn’t Michael’s biological daughter, then who was her real father?

Her mother hadn’t divorced Michael until she passed away, they were legally married, but she wasn’t Michael’s biological daughter—that could only mean her mother had cuckolded Michael, betraying the marriage.

In today’s open society, such matters can still draw public scorn and censure—let alone more than twenty years ago?

How could Mother do such a scandalous thing?

No way... Mother isn’t like that, this must be Michael’s slander, it must be!

She clenched her hands tightly, convincing herself over and over, so much so that she didn’t even hear Michael father and son enter.

Christopher gently pulled her again, "Amelia, they’re here, let’s sit down and talk."

Amelia turned around, her eyes fierier than before, staring directly at Michael Garcia.

For some reason, when Michael saw her suddenly turn her head to glare angrily, he inexplicably shivered, even his gaze dodging guiltily.

Jacob, playing the peacekeeper role now, helped Michael sit down, then looked at the frosty Amelia, and advised, "Sis, you should sit down; this isn’t something that can be explained in a few words."

Only then did Amelia spare him some attention, frowning, "You’ve known all along?"

"I..." Jacob didn’t expect the fire to turn on him, stammering, "I only found out a few days ago, when Dad was hospitalized. He let it slip... that’s when I suspected, then... I went to prison to ask my mom and found out a bit."

Fiona Marshall even knew—so it can’t be false.

Amelia’s heart turned colder, her mind went blank for a moment, fortunately, Christopher was always holding her hand, giving her silent strength.

Swallowing, taking a deep breath to calm her emotions, she sat down and looked at Michael Garcia, "You better tell the truth; otherwise, I won’t care whether you live or die."

Michael was invigorated by the threat, full of arrogant disdain, dragging out his words, "You want to know, fine, give me a million, I want cash. As long as you bring the money, I’ll tell you everything."

Jacob looked back at his father in disbelief, "Dad? You..." He stuttered before understanding, "You called Sis here with this agenda?"

"A million? Even if I gave you that much, would you have the life to spend it? Be careful taking it to your grave, with people digging up the grave, you won’t find peace even after death." Amelia spoke unceremoniously.

"It’s none of your business! If you want to know, bring the money to exchange."

Amelia calmed down now, thinking since Jacob already knew about this, why be threatened by Michael, and stood up abruptly, "Then you might as well take that secret to the grave!"

She turned to leave, causing Michael a moment of stupefaction, "You... you really don’t want to know? Your mother was pregnant when she married me. I thought the child was mine, but later found out it wasn’t—don’t you want to know who your real father is?"

Amelia halted halfway through her turn.

Michael quickly lowered his demand, "I know you guys also have it rough, so I’ll only ask for eight hundred thousand. You give me eight hundred thousand, I’ll tell you who your biological father is."

Jacob couldn’t stand it, abruptly stood up, "Sis, don’t believe him; he doesn’t know who your biological father is either."

Michael was so angry he turned around, cursing, "You bastard! Just whose child are you really!"

Though Jacob wasn’t much of a good person, after knowing his father’s true nature, he also disdained to collude, so he decided to directly reveal everything, "Sis, back when Dad married your mom, he did it through coercive means. If it’s true as he said, your mom was already pregnant before marriage, then... that man is likely the founder of Mandrake Group who bought the courtyard then!"

W-what?

As soon as these words were spoken, not only was Amelia stunned into turning back, but even Christopher’s face changed dramatically in astonishment.