Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 475: Pain Leads to Rebirth

Chapter 475: Chapter 475: Pain Leads to Rebirth

"Mom, those people are like brainless mad dogs, biting everywhere, fearing the world is not chaotic enough. Are you and Dad the same?" Christopher was already in a bad mood and rebuked directly upon hearing this.

Emma was also displeased, "How can you talk like that? I’m just asking you, right? There’s no smoke without fire, these words are not groundless."

Christopher spoke firmly and strongly, "Since you’re asking me, then let me clearly tell you, she has no inappropriate relationship with that man."

"Then how does she know such a figure? Why would he willingly help her?"

Emma’s question indeed brought out a puzzle in Christopher’s heart.

Since Thomas and Amelia’s mother had known and loved each other before marriage, and his mother was once a close friend of Amelia’s mother—how come his mother did not know about these things? Does she not know Thomas?

Thinking of this, Christopher did not answer his mother’s question but instead asked back, "Mr. Smith from Mandrake Group, you don’t know him?"

"Me?" Emma was taken aback, "Why would I know him?"

"You and Amelia’s mother, didn’t you know each other before getting married?"

"Why is this related to Chloe?" Emma was even more confused.

Seeing that his mother didn’t know at all, the hope that had just risen in Christopher’s heart fell again.

It seems, the love affair between Amelia’s mother and Thomas was only known by some family members back then, and the outsiders knew nothing.

After all, Thomas had a special status, with rigorous conduct in the army, likely considering this, the relationship was not made public.

Or perhaps, Thomas did not consider the future at the time, maybe it was just a game, or family opposition—hence, the relationship was kept secret from outsiders.

"Christopher, what are you saying? Is that man related to Chloe?" Emma was not foolish, she figured it out from the context.

But Christopher did not want to talk more.

It concerns Amelia’s background, and once uncovered is a truth too bloody to face directly; he didn’t want to mention it to anyone, including his own family.

"Nothing really, anyway I believe in her, she is innocent. You should remember her merits in helping wholeheartedly twice, and don’t believe those absurd online rumors, let alone speak any words that harm her."

Emma said innocently, "Your Dad and I can believe, but others do not think that way, these days... how many calls have come to inquire about the truth, they dare not ask you, they come to ask us, asking whether you and Amelia Garcia have separated, asking whom the children’s custody will go to, I—"

"We have not separated, and we will not separate, and the children will not belong to any one side." Christopher exhausted his patience, considering his mother was still ill, didn’t want to get angry with her, so he said, "We won’t go back for dinner for now, let’s talk when there’s a chance in the future."

Emma was not pleased to hear this, "Why not come back? We took the initiative to invite, isn’t this sincerity enough? Is it that she doesn’t agree? Must I personally invite, apologize, and admit fault, is that it?"

"Mom, so many things going on, where’s the energy to think about these? It’s me who doesn’t have time, it’s not her issue." After saying this, fearing his temper wouldn’t be contained further, he said a few simple words of concern about health and hung up.

Emma, over there, listened to the beep on the other end, feeling very angry.

"Look! This woman is not easy at all! We finally changed our view towards her, willing to accept her, giving her a chance, yet she doesn’t appreciate it!"

George could understand a bit, comforted, "It’s so chaotic these days, surely they’re upset inside, just wait, it’s not urgent right now."

"Sigh!" Emma exclaimed heavily, "Who knows what kind of enchantment that woman put on him!"

Christopher hung up the phone, and the children came running over from behind the wheelchair.

"Daddy, when is Mommy getting up? We want to play with her." Hope ran over, hugged Dad, and acted cute, "You both haven’t played games with us for a long time."

Christopher forced a smile, and his fingers brushed his daughter’s nose, "Daddy played the balloon game with you in the hospital, how is that not playing?"

"Oh, that doesn’t count, haven’t played enough yet."

Seeing his daughter’s innocent and naive look, Christopher thought of Amelia as a child, the image of being lonely and helpless under someone’s protection.

"Darling, in the future... you need to be more obedient, care more about Mommy and cheer her up, understood?"

"Yes, I am the happy fruit of the family! Mommy sees me and gets happy."

The little girl didn’t understand the deep meaning in the adult’s words, Christopher smiled slightly, turned the wheelchair, "Let’s go, Daddy will play with you."

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Crying is also a way of venting when one is extremely suppressed.

Amelia Garcia hadn’t cried like this for many years, not even when divorcing, not even when her life was on the line during childbirth, not even when she balanced a career and raising kids to the point of collapse, she didn’t dare to let go and have a big cry.

Until now, because she had support behind her, she dared to relax, borrowing the tragic experiences of her mother during her lifetime to vent her own year’s depression, difficulties, exhaustion, grievances, and even pain through tears.

Exhausted from crying, she fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, she went back to being beside her mother.

Back then, her mother wasn’t sick yet.

Her mother was gentle, elegant, possessed natural beauty and intelligence, would sew her very beautiful backpacks, would knit very chic sweaters, would tie her very pretty little braids.

They ran in the sunlight, the time was long and drawn out, seemingly unending in warmth.

"Darling, you are Mommy’s only precious, don’t cry... you have to be happy, Mommy will turn into a little star in the sky, accompany you every night, Mommy wants to see you grow up happy and joyful... Darling, Mommy can’t bear you..."

Mommy can’t bear you—

These words kept swirling, echoing in Amelia Garcia’s mind, each sound evoking pain deep in her soul, awakening dried tears.

Christopher initially wanted to come in and call her for dinner, but saw her trapped in nightmares and couldn’t wake up no matter how he shouted, in urgency, he bent down and kissed her deeply.

Amelia only felt her breathing blocked, the oxygen in her chest cavity diminishing, survival instinct forced her to separate from the dream scene, to seek the real world.

Eventually, her whole body trembled violently, eyes suddenly opened.

Christopher still kissed her, until confirming her eyes cleared and had fully woken up, his handsome face retreated slightly.

"Finally awake..." he murmured softly, lifting a hand to gently wipe the fine sweat on her forehead.

Amelia Garcia frowned, swallowed, her eyes turning towards him as she spoke in a low voice, "I dreamed of my mom, dreamed she was playing with me, and also the scene when she passed away..."

In fact, when her mom passed away, she didn’t explain anything to her, just tightly held her hand, kept holding until taking the last breath.

At that time, she couldn’t speak anymore, but those reluctant eyes, the hand gently holding on, the words meant should be like those in the dream.