Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 478: Jumped Off the Building

Chapter 478: Chapter 478: Jumped Off the Building

Amelia Garcia has been troubled by the truth about her family background all day today and hasn’t had time to check her phone, so she naturally hasn’t seen these news.

Hearing Snow mention it, she was surprised: "That exaggerated?"

"Anyway, people are saying that online, so now it seems no one dares to boldly guide the narrative. And this afternoon, there was another scandal in the entertainment circle, a famous star was caught evading taxes, and it immediately diverted the attention of netizens. Everyone suspects if this was intentionally exposed at this time to shift the focus."

Amelia was stunned.

Turns out, Christopher Hart was right, Thomas Smith and the family behind him, even the identity of his ex-wife, cannot simply be described with "rich or noble."

She didn’t speak, and Snow started talking to herself again: "But...even though I know Doctor Smith is unattainable, I still can’t control my restless heart!"

"Let me tell you, these days I’ve made my mom, my sister-in-law, my aunt, my cousin, even my grandma and grandpa, all go to book appointments with Doctor Smith tirelessly. That’s how I finally got his WhatsApp, getting one step closer."

"I’ve thought it over, even if I come away empty-handed, at least I bravely tried, and there won’t be any regrets in the future. If I’m lucky and can win him over to have a passionate romance, even if his family breaks us up later, it’s worth it!"

Amelia snapped back to reality, listening to her friend’s passionate rhetoric, like a moth to a flame, she was incredibly impressed.

Life always requires some extraordinary experiences, something to leave a lasting mark, so when one reminisces during old age, they don’t feel they’ve lived in vain.

So, even if it’s painful, one should try.

"Hmm, since you’ve decided, then bravely pursue love." Maybe they could upgrade from friends to sisters-in-law in the future, becoming family.

Of course, she didn’t dare say this now.

She hasn’t figured out whether to accept that extraordinary, prestigious biological father.

Snow was too excited and had a lot more to say, plus she was focused on driving and didn’t pay much attention to Amelia’s terrible state today.

"Darling, can you help me think of an excuse to ask Doctor Smith out? Every time we meet, it’s at the hospital, and there are elders around, I haven’t had the chance to say some things! Why don’t you help me figure it out, just say the renovations at the courtyard house have some uncertainties, and to invite him out to sit and chat, hehe... I’ll go with you."

Amelia looked at her friend’s bashful, overjoyed face and really wanted to play matchmaker, wanted her to get married soon—

But, her asking her to invite Charles Smith?

Christopher Hart had just racked his brains to decline the Smith family’s father-and-son meeting request.

So she didn’t hesitate much and refused outright: "No way, I’m not familiar with him."

"What do you mean not familiar? He’s helped you so much! I’ve noticed that Chairman Smith seems like he wants to take you as his goddaughter!"

Snow’s careless words hit the heavy chord in Amelia’s heart hard.

Yeah...

Thomas Smith had wanted to take her as his goddaughter earlier, who would have thought she was actually his real daughter.

Seeing her silent, Snow glanced at the screen and sighed: "Forget it, forget it, I know you’re having trouble, I better not add chaos with that vinegar jar Mr. Hart at your home."

Christopher Hart, who was listening on the side, looked extremely speechless.

The video call ended, Amelia put down her phone, looked back at someone, "It seems Snow genuinely likes Doctor Smith."

Christopher smirked, lifting his thin lips, "You women just like those pretentious pretty boys."

"..." Amelia twitched her mouth, initially not wanting to respond, but her mind suddenly twitched, gave him a glance, and said, "Maybe he’s soon to become your brother-in-law, let’s see your attitude then."

Christopher raised his eyebrows, surprised: "You’ve decided to acknowledge them?"

"I haven’t decided." She shook her head, stepped back and sat down on the sofa, thinking about Michael Garcia and his son’s words, her heart still felt grievance for her mom, "Even though I know he has many dilemmas I should understand and forgive, but my mom’s suffering and grievances..."

Besides, in current circumstances, it’s impossible for her to actively go to them and say: I’m your biological daughter.

With the Smith family’s status, honestly, she doesn’t think recognizing each other will be a blessing, instead, it’s a bit uneasy and apprehensive.

In such a prestigious upper society, she, a wandering orphan with a questionable background, how does she fit in? She can live a good life on her own, really doesn’t want to step into another circle and get cold stares and judgement again.

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Over at Michael Garcia’s side, seeing the surgery is imminent, but due to cost issues, it’s been postponed again.

Early in the morning, Jacob Garcia received a call from the hospital to pay the fees, only then realized what he feared most had come true—Amelia Garcia indeed cleared her relationship with the Garcia Family after learning the truth about her background.

The surgery requires nearly 200,000, where can he get it?

After the hospital call, he was frantic like an ant on a hot pan, asking around for help, but as soon as people heard he wanted to borrow money, they quickly hung up with curses.

At the hospital, Michael Garcia saw him come empty-handed and immediately threw a tantrum: "Where’s my breakfast? I told you yesterday to get beef noodles, you forgot? You unfilial son! I know you’re just waiting for me to die early!"

He was furious, roaring so loudly that the entire ward was in chaos, and the nearby patients and their families began to protest.

Soon, the doctor and nurses came in, and to my surprise, two police officers in uniform followed them.

Jacob Garcia was stunned for a moment, "Doctor... what is going on here?"

Before the doctor could answer, a police officer replied, "Your father is on medical parole during his prison sentence and needs to follow many regulations for treatment. But now, the hospital has reported more than once that your father is not cooperating with the treatment and has violated various hospital rules, resulting in many complaints. According to the relevant laws, he must be returned to prison in this situation."

"Returned to prison?" Jacob Garcia was shocked, "But... but his illness hasn’t been cured yet!"

"Don’t worry, the prison also has a hospital, and he will continue to receive treatment there."

Before Jacob Garcia could speak, the other people in the ward started yelling, "No wonder there’s constant commotion every day; turns out he’s a prisoner! What’s wrong with your hospital, putting someone like this with us? It’s dangerous!"

"Exactly! He must be discharged, or the patients and families on this whole floor won’t agree!"

"Yes! Discharge him! We’ve tolerated him long enough, causing disturbances day and night, affecting our recovery!"

The patients and their families all started shouting, and the police officers had to quickly maintain order and calm everyone down.

After a while, when the room quieted down, a police officer looked at Michael Garcia and gravely reminded him, "Michael Garcia, please cooperate with us, do not force us to take coercive measures."

Jacob Garcia stood aside, at a loss, "Officers, my... my father is seriously ill, he hasn’t had his surgery yet, he needs—"

Before he could finish, Michael Garcia suddenly jumped up from the hospital bed, grabbed a fruit knife from the bedside table of the neighboring bed, and pointed it at the officers, "Don’t come over! Stay back! I’m not going back to prison, I’d rather die than go back! You won’t take me!"

"Michael Garcia! Put down the weapon!" The officers didn’t expect him to violently resist, and the atmosphere instantly became tense and dangerous.

The other people in the ward screamed in fear.

"Get out, all of you, get out now!" To protect the people, the officer intimidated Michael Garcia while signaling the others to leave.

The doctors, nurses, patients, and their families all quickly evacuated.

Jacob Garcia refused to leave, pleading, "Dad, don’t do this, you’ll only get a longer sentence."

"Do I care about a longer sentence? I’m already dying!" Michael Garcia cursed, retreating towards the window, "I know, that bitch Amelia won’t pay for my treatment anymore, the doctor said last night there’s no more medical funds... You ungrateful son, you’ve ruined all my plans! What’s the point of living like this!"

"Dad—"

"Michael Garcia, calm down!"

"Stay away! Don’t bother taking me back to prison, I’d rather die than go back!" Seeing the police approaching, Michael Garcia feigned with the fruit knife, forcing them back, then turned and climbed onto the window sill.

With barely any hesitation and not giving the officers a chance to rush over and save him, he flipped and jumped.

"Dad!" Jacob Garcia shouted, rushing to the window sill.

Fearing Jacob might lose hope, the officers pressed down on his shoulders and promptly notified the hospital to rescue Michael Garcia.

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When Christopher Hart received the news, Amelia Garcia was just preparing to take the children out for school.

The online public opinion had been diverted by a major gossip in the entertainment circle and finally calmed down. The children, having played at home for a few days, clamored to go to school, so after breakfast, Amelia Garcia, together with Fuller, was about to send them off.

Seeing Christopher Hart’s unusual tone on the phone, Amelia Garcia turned back to him, "What’s wrong? Did something happen?"

Christopher Hart signaled Fuller with his eyes to take the kids outside first, and then he wheeled himself before Amelia Garcia and said quietly, "The hospital called; Michael Garcia jumped off the building."

"What?" Amelia Garcia was shocked, "He... jumped? He didn’t seem like someone who would end his life."

"The police went to the hospital today to take him back into custody, he resisted arrest and jumped."

"So... how is he? Is he dead?"

"He’s still being resuscitated... He fell from the fourth floor onto the lawn, and the ground was soft due to the rain, so he didn’t die on the spot." Since it happened at the hospital, they have to make every effort to save him.

Amelia Garcia froze, her mind a bit dazed.

Honestly, whether Michael Garcia lived or died had nothing to do with her.

But thinking of Jacob Garcia, she felt a twinge of sympathy.

Previously believing him to be her half-brother and seeing his good nature, she had wanted to lend a helping hand.

But now knowing they were not related by blood, it was only natural to draw a clear line, yet the boy had helped her a few times, and now things had spiraled into this mess...