Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 479: Using Money to Sever Ties

Chapter 479: Chapter 479: Using Money to Sever Ties

"What’s wrong? Are you feeling sorry for that beast?" Christopher saw her downcast face, silent, and asked.

Amelia shook her head, "I was just thinking about Jacob Garcia..."

The man snorted, "Having such a father is his misfortune, and we’ve done all we can for him."

Christopher had long arranged a job for the kid through Lucas King, mentoring and guiding him, turning him from a spoiled rich kid into someone who could step by step adapt to the workplace. That was a favor enough.

Now, he’s even given him half a month’s leave so he can take care of his sick father.

But unlucky as he is, he’s stuck with a father like that.

"Alright then," Amelia also realized her worry was unnecessary, gathered herself up, and turned to leave, "I’ll take the kids to kindergarten first."

Once in the car, she took out her phone and turned it on.

After being off for a few days, the notification tone almost numbed her fingers as messages poured in.

The call log showed she had hundreds of missed calls!

Looking through the contacts, they were all unfamiliar numbers, probably from unscrupulous media and crazy netizens.

Ignoring them, she logged back into WhatsApp, which also had many unread messages.

Scrolling through the page, suddenly, an unread message caught her attention.

Ginny Davies.

The romance novelist.

So many things had happened lately, she almost forgot about this and this person.

Why was she contacting her? Could it be that the novel was finished?

Curious and puzzled, she quickly opened the chat box.

"Hey, beautiful, you really have a knack for trending, more frequently than a C-list celebrity."

"Last time when you were cyberbullied, my readers even defended you. But this time I don’t know why, a bunch of trolls flooded the novel’s comment section with all kinds of curses, saying you were two-timing, gold-digging, vain, stringing people along, and being kept by an old sugar daddy..."

"Even the website was attacked by those crazy haters, the editors had no choice but to contact me to temporarily take the book down. So there’s no way around it, the book’s been removed for now."

"Since it was your husband who initially requested me to write this story, I had to let you know about the book being pulled. Once this storm passes, it will be republished. Hopefully by then, you two will have had your happy ending, and my book can have a perfect conclusion!"

After reading the message, Amelia was surprised for a while.

She specifically went to search the platform; indeed, the novel was gone.

Wow, these keyboard warriors are really something, how can such boring and malicious maggots survive in this world?

Remembering how Ginny once said that unless they got married, the novel wouldn’t have an ending—Amelia smiled knowingly and replied on WhatsApp.

"Okay, sorry for the trouble. Once the happy news settles, I’ll definitely send you wedding candy first."

To her surprise, she got an instant reply: "Great! Looking forward to your good news!"

Amelia suddenly felt curious and couldn’t help but ask more: Haven’t you ever doubted me?

Ginny: "Doubt what? Doubt that you switched affections and abandoned Mr. Hart? How could that be? When you two mention each other, your eyes practically turn to honey and your happy smiles nearly reach your ears. This is true love for sure!"

Amelia couldn’t help but laugh at these words.

Is this a romance writer’s perspective?

Ginny: "As for the mysteriously appearing Mr. Smith, if analyzed according to novel tropes, he should be some long-lost relative of yours."

Amelia was stunned by this, speechless with shock, and before she could think of how to reply, another message came in: "Hahaha, that’s just my occupational hazard, babbling nonsense, don’t mind me."

This...

She really wanted to say: You guessed right.

But thinking about their not-so-close relationship, it wasn’t appropriate to reveal this matter.

She hadn’t even told Snow yet, telling an outsider first felt unfair to her best friend.

So, after a bit of small talk, she bid farewell.

"Mom, what’s wrong with you? Are you still not feeling well?" Noah had been observing his mom for a long time, and when she put down the phone, he asked with concern.

Amelia turned to look at her son, gently stroked his head, and smiled slightly, "No, mommy’s okay, honey, don’t worry."

"Then why aren’t you happy?"

"Mommy isn’t?"

"Mm!" The little guy nodded confidently, "Mommy has been listless these past few days, but I’ve been watching closely and it doesn’t seem like you fought with daddy."

Surprisingly, the little guy was so sensitive that he’d even caught onto such details.

"No... Mommy just encountered some things that she can’t figure out."

"When will you be able to figure it out then?"

"I don’t know... Maybe soon, maybe it’ll take a while."

"Then I hope mom figures it out soon, I still prefer the mom who loves to smile."

The child’s words were like a warm stream flowing into her heart, and combined with the trust from someone not even well acquainted with her like Ginny, Amelia’s mood finally brightened a bit.

Once her mood lifted, the crimes of Michael Garcia didn’t seem so unforgivable anymore.

Having cancer is already a punishment from the heavens.

And now with a suicide attempt, even if he survives, he’d probably end up maimed.

Every day he lives from now on will be torment and trial.

Truly it’s Jacob Garcia who is pitiful.

Thinking of this, she felt a surge of goodwill, called her eldest son to chat with his younger siblings, and then dialed Jacob Garcia’s number.

The phone rang for a long time but wasn’t answered.

She couldn’t help but feel jittery. Had Jacob Garcia decided to cut ties with her and wouldn’t even answer her calls?

Just as she was about to put down the phone, a voice suddenly came through.

"Hello." Jacob Garcia’s voice was somewhat bland, with a hint of distance.

Amelia Garcia was slightly startled and steadied herself before speaking: "Little Jacob, I heard about what happened at the hospital. How is it now?"

"You’ve heard about it? You sure are well-informed, or maybe... you had someone keeping watch at the hospital?" Jacob Garcia’s tone was somewhat sarcastic, a stark contrast to his previous attitude of trying to curry favor with her.

Amelia Garcia’s heart skipped a beat, "What... do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Yesterday afternoon, the hospital stopped the payments, and this morning, the police came to take my dad into custody—these things wouldn’t happen just by coincidence if no one were pulling strings behind the scenes. I know he’s done many things that wronged you and your mom, but he’s already facing retribution, and now you’re living a life of luxury with such a powerful father—can’t you be a bit more magnanimous? Do you have to push someone to a dead end?"

Jacob Garcia’s long speech left Amelia Garcia baffled, and though she wanted to interrupt several times, she couldn’t break in, so she let him finish.

"Stopped the medical expenses? I wasn’t aware of this. Yesterday... I left the hospital yesterday feeling all disordered, and I didn’t have the energy to do such things." Amelia replied in a bewildered manner.

Jacob Garcia was taken aback, "It wasn’t you?"

"It really wasn’t me."

There was a pause on the other end before understanding struck, "If it wasn’t you, then it must have been Christopher Hart. He’s so protective of you, he’d definitely stand up for you."

Amelia thought briefly, and this was indeed Christopher’s style.

"If he really authorized this, then you blaming me isn’t entirely unfair." Amelia thought that Christopher’s intentions must have been for her, so she took on this responsibility.

"Rest assured, the money for the surgery I promised you before is still valid, and will serve as my thanks for the help you gave me earlier."

"But... since he and I have no father-daughter blood relationship, and he’s hurt my mom like that, I won’t concern myself with his life and death in the future." Amelia felt this would repaying Michael Garcia’s last bit of grace towards her.

After all, she was raised by the Garcia Family, despite the abuse, neglect, and blame. Ultimately, it was the Garcias who brought her up.

Jacob Garcia couldn’t believe it, his tone raised, "You’re saying... you’re still willing to cover the surgery costs?"

"Yes. This is my promise, and I won’t go back on my word. As for what you do with the money, I won’t interfere anymore. I won’t feel obligated to him anymore."

Jacob Garcia hurriedly said: "Understood, understood, you have no such obligation—so, when will you give me this money?"

"By this afternoon at the soonest, or tomorrow at the latest." Because she was currently penniless and still needed to find a way to gather the funds.

"Okay, then I’ll trust you once more. But you can relax, with his fall, he’s either dead or crippled, he won’t cause any more trouble, and I won’t blackmail you."

While Jacob Garcia was selfish, he at least spoke reliably.

After hanging up the phone, Amelia felt some peace in her heart.

To live by one’s conscience, no matter how others talk, as long as she was guilt-free, it was enough.

After dropping the kids off at kindergarten, the three little ones each kissed her cheek before getting out, leaving her with a face full of saliva.

Fearing recognition and gossip, she didn’t get out of the car, and Fuller took the kids inside.

Sitting in the car, she sent a WhatsApp message to Christopher, inquiring about what Jacob had mentioned.

Christopher, as always direct and willing to take responsibility, readily admitted it.

Seeing his message, "Yes, it’s me, what’s up?", Amelia let out a sigh, not knowing how to respond.

Things had already happened; blame and grievances were pointless. She picked up the phone to send a voice message, directly asking: "Do you have money? I need 150,000."

The next second, her phone rang.

"Jacob asked you for it?"

"No, I offered it. It’s what I promised before. After giving this money, I won’t have anything to do with the Garcias anymore."

As Amelia’s words settled, there was silence on the other end. She thought he was refusing and preemptively said: "If you won’t give it, I’ll go borrow from Snow. I’ll pay her back slowly once I start working and earning money."

There was a bit of defiance in her words, and she hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.

Soon, the phone rang again.

She answered, and Christopher’s voice was cold yet indulgently helpless, "You’ve asked me for it, how could I refuse? You plan to borrow from someone else, what about my dignity?"

She smiled slightly, "Snow isn’t someone else."

"That’s not the point! The point is, how could I let you be without money? Just wait, I’ll transfer the money to you later! Whatever you do is fine, as long as you’re happy."

Christopher was already taking steps to cash out gradually, even if Amelia didn’t ask him, he would transfer the funds as soon as they arrived—just as he said, being his woman, how could he not let her have money?

Moreover, the reason she fell into such poverty was all because of him!

Christopher felt a sense of joy, the more righteously she demanded money, the more he felt he had a sense of purpose.

When Amelia heard his words, "as long as you’re happy," a genuine smile appeared on her face.

He ultimately understood her and supported her unconditionally.

"Thank you, Mr. Hart."

"I’d be happier if you called me husband."

"Heh, just wait."

The call ended just as Fuller returned.

Soon, the President Lincoln smoothly drove away.

About five or six minutes after they left, a Rolls-Royce pulled over to the roadside.

Secretary Little Williams glanced out the passenger window, then turned to the backseat, "Mr. Smith, this is the kindergarten."