Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 487: Bloodline Identification

Chapter 487: Chapter 487: Bloodline Identification

Chapter 487: Blood Relation Verification

"Mom, something strange happened at kindergarten today. One of your and Dad’s friends came to see us." As soon as Noah got in the car after leaving kindergarten, he talked about today’s encounter.

The weather was warming up, with more outdoor activities at kindergarten. The two siblings were sweating, their faces covered in beads of perspiration.

Amelia used some tissues to wipe their sweat, feeling curious after hearing what Noah said: "A friend of Dad and Mom? Came to see you at kindergarten?"

"Yes."

"Who was it?"

"I didn’t recognize him."

Just as Noah finished speaking, Hope eagerly leaned forward to her mom, "I know! He was a very handsome uncle who really liked me. He even held me!"

"Uncle?" Amelia was even more surprised, not having the chance to ask more before being corrected by her younger son, "No, no, that was a Grandpa, definitely not an uncle."

"Grandpa?" She was increasingly bewildered, confused by the differing information from her three children.

Noah: "Mom, let me explain. That person looked young, but he..."

Hope: "He was really young and very handsome."

Ethan: "Hope, you need to let brother speak first."

Hope: "But brother is wrong. The uncle said I could call him uncle."

"But you..."

"Alright, alright!" Amelia was overwhelmed by their chatter, never realizing that three siblings could be more chaotic than three women, making it impossible to decide whom to trust.

"Noah said Hope would talk later, one by one." She instructed the kids to line up and talk, then looked towards the eldest, "Noah, you explain what happened."

Noah, undoubtedly the smartest, with excellent language skills, immediately clarified what had happened in kindergarten today.

"Although that handsome Grandpa came with those other uncles and aunts, I feel he specifically came for us three siblings."

"But he didn’t seem like a bad person; he treated us very well. Before leaving, he said we would meet again in the future!"

Amelia still didn’t understand completely. After some thought, she asked, "...Did your Grandpa visit the kindergarten?"

"No, how could we not recognize Grandpa!"

"Oh, indeed..." She suddenly realized, nodded, and pondered deeply.

Suddenly, a thought struck her.

"Do you remember how the other uncles and aunts at kindergarten addressed him?"

Both Ethan and Hope shook their heads, while Noah frowned slightly as he thought, "I remember! They called him... Commissioner Smith."

Smith?

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat as she immediately realized who it was.

Charles Smith had lunch with her and Snow Fitch at noon, and he mentioned he’d be in clinic all day, so it couldn’t be him. Besides, he wasn’t old enough to be a Grandpa.

Which leaves only Thomas Smith.

It seems, unable to arrange a meeting with her, he decided to approach the children first.

But why?

He had known she had three children before but never mentioned it. Now, just because of that online public slander, he suddenly became interested in the children?

No way!

Amelia connected Charles’s probing during their lunch today and Christopher saying Thomas was going to the Seal-Cloud Corporation tomorrow for direct business talks—it increasingly suggested he was on to something!

"Mom, what’s wrong? Is that Grandpa a bad person?" Noah noticed his mom’s uneasy expression, asking seriously and confusedly.

Amelia looked at her son, calmed herself, and asked: "That... Grandpa, when he met you, did he behave unusually? Like getting close to you somehow?"

She imagined Thomas Smith suddenly seeking out the kids might be to collect evidence.

After all, when Christopher wanted to confirm her identity, he also tried various means to get something from her for a paternity test.

If that were the case, her impression of Thomas Smith as their biological father would greatly diminish.

Meddling in adult matters, leveraging the children, she couldn’t accept that.

"He held Hope." Noah quickly said, "Hope was playing ball and started crying after it rolled away, and that Grandpa comforted her for a long time."

Amelia froze, speechless.

It seemed highly likely he had already taken something from Hope.

A child in tears, out of control with tears, snot, and saliva everywhere—if he wiped her face, he’d have all he needed as a sample.

Even pulling a couple of hairs from Hope without her noticing would be effortless.

She didn’t know what to feel.

Very conflicted, one part repulsed, another part subtly hopeful.

She herself couldn’t figure out those emotions, wondering whether it was a good thing.

But the thought of him first targeting the children made her want to confront him via phone, but when picking up the phone, she couldn’t bring herself to dial.

Maybe Thomas Smith was waiting for her to call him.

If she initiates, he might get straight to the point, leaving her unsure of how to respond.

To acknowledge or not?

After hesitating a while, she dismissed the idea, pretending not to know about this matter.

Upon returning home, she shared the incident with Christopher.

"What? Thomas Smith went to see the triplets at kindergarten?" Surely, Christopher’s reaction was bigger than hers.

Thinking about it, the lavish kindergarten he enrolled the children in with high fees managed to let strangers easily visit them, a sense of displeasure rose within him.

This time it was Thomas Smith, harmlessly.

But next time, if it’s some powerful adversary from the business world, could they also easily breach defenses and casually meet his children?

"No, I’ll call the kindergarten now. Their security measures are seriously negligent!"

Amelia looked at him, had to lower her voice due to the children being home: "What good would it do to contact the kindergarten? Can they possibly prevent a leader from the education bureau from supervising inspections?"

Ultimately, it was Thomas Smith’s distinguished identity.

Christopher picked up his phone but paused after hearing those words, turning towards her, noticing her burdened mind, making him feel empathetically pained.

Holding her hand, his deep eyes reflected a warm yet resolute light, softly reassuring: "Don’t worry, if you choose not to acknowledge, no one can force you. I know you still feel indignant for Auntie."

Amelia lowered her gaze, her delicate brows knit together and nodded, saying: "Yes... I feel not magnanimous enough, most people, knowing their biological father appeared, and with such prominence, would surely be eager to acknowledge."

"But I really... back when I didn’t know his identity, I could interact with him genuinely, respecting and admiring him. But since last time, those words he said, thinking of Mom’s grievances, the helplessness of being forced to marry, my heart feels towards him..."

"I understand, I completely understand..."

Christopher’s handsome face was deep in thought, after a moment, persuading: "Don’t rush, he had his secretary schedule tomorrow’s meeting, surely to clarify things. Overnight is enough time for him to do a paternity test."

Amelia grew even more anxious hearing this.

Christopher turned to her, "Tomorrow... will you go?"