Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 494: Buying Life with Money

Chapter 494: Chapter 494: Buying Life with Money

Thomas Smith’s face, twisted in torment, changed once more upon hearing these words.

He looked at Michael Garcia again, eagerly waiting for him to explain his daughter’s lineage.

But Michael Garcia, overwhelmed with emotion and already physically weak, suddenly couldn’t catch his breath. His whole body convulsed violently, his face turned instantly blue and purple, and his eyes froze in place.

This time, even the increased dosage of potent medication had no effect, and nurses and doctors rushed in all at once.

"Young Master Garcia, please leave for now; the patient’s condition is extremely grim," the attending doctor hastily instructed before beginning the emergency treatment for Michael Garcia.

Yet Thomas Smith refused to leave.

He had waited so long, endured so much, and now he was about to learn the truth of his daughter’s lineage. How could he leave?

Jacob Garcia looked at him, his face was indescribably complex.

There was also a hint of sympathy and pity, but since the perpetrator was his biological father, he was powerless.

So, after hesitating a moment, he still advised, "Chairman Smith, let’s go outside first. We’ll ask him again once my dad’s condition stabilizes."

Thomas Smith finally snapped out of it, didn’t speak, but when he got up, he staggered, and the medical staff quickly supported him.

"Are you alright?" the medical staff asked worriedly.

He raised his hand slightly, his face filled with not just anger and grief, but deep remorse and self-reproach. He moved his lips, wanting to say he was okay, but no one could tell if he made a sound.

The two walked out of the ICU, and Secretary Williams, waiting outside, was just as worried when he saw him.

"Chairman Smith, what’s wrong? Please take care of your health!"

Seeing someone he knew, Thomas Smith’s dazed and wandering consciousness slowly returned to focus.

He gazed at Secretary Williams and instructed in a low voice, "Tell the hospital to do everything possible to save Michael Garcia."

Secretary Williams, who had been by his side for years, rarely saw such a grave and stern expression on his face and nodded repeatedly, "Alright, I’ll deal with it right away!"

Jacob Garcia, standing to the side, watched him, considered for a moment, then stepped forward and weakly asked, "Chairman Smith, do you not believe that Amelia Garcia is your biological daughter?"

Otherwise, why ask in such detail?

Before Thomas Smith could respond, he continued, "Amelia Garcia is definitely your biological daughter; there’s no doubt about it!"

"I know." Thomas Smith turned his gaze to him, calm in his eyes, but his superior aura had invisibly restored.

He spoke with righteousness, "She suffered cold stares in your Garcia Family, and was even abused. Were you involved in this?"

Jacob Garcia was stunned for a moment and waved his hands repeatedly, "I didn’t..."

Fearing disbelief, Jacob hurriedly explained, "It was my mom and my second sister, they indeed did a lot... They’re women, after all, and prone to jealousy... I just ignored her, but I definitely didn’t intentionally bully her. I was sent abroad very early, and I’m even less aware of what happened afterward..."

"Mr. Smith, think about it, if I bullied her too, why would she still be so nice to me? The matters in the courtyard, I helped sort them all out. She trusts me."

Seeing him so anxious that his words were all jumbled, using his years of experience in evaluating people, Thomas Smith roughly gauged his character and indifferently withdrew his gaze.

Jacob Garcia breathed a sigh of relief, feeling cold sweat on his back, his limbs weak.

He slowly sat down nearby, not daring to actively seek conversation for fear of inadvertently implicating himself.

After all, the man before him surpassed even Christopher Hart in terms of wealth, honor, fame, and status.

Offending Christopher Hart might just mean he couldn’t stay in River City.

But offending this major figure might mean he couldn’t stay in the country at all.

Time flowed quietly; during which Thomas Smith’s phone rang several times.

Calls from the company, calls from Charles Smith, he handled them all with brief responses and hung up.

His mind was focused solely on waiting for Michael Garcia to recover, waiting to finally unseal the long-buried secret.

In the end, with the doctor’s relentless efforts, Michael Garcia was pulled back from the brink of death.

Originally, he was supposed to rest and recuperate, but after the medical team came out, the leading chief physician said, "The patient has asked you to come in; he has something to say."

Jacob Garcia abruptly stood up, "Doctor, is my dad..."

The doctor spoke plainly, "The condition is not optimistic. To be honest, in his situation, passing might actually be a relief."

Because living forcibly was too painful, his body filled with tubes, every organ operating due to external support, each second was a torture, every breath painful as if sliced by a knife.

Jacob Garcia understood what the doctor meant.

After seeing him earlier, he felt the same way, but as a son, suggesting giving up treatment felt somewhat inhumane and unfilial.

But Thomas Smith couldn’t care less about that.

To him, such a scumbag ought to have been condemned to the eighteenth level of hell long ago.

The two returned to the bedside. Michael Garcia, due to multi-organ failure, was taking in less air than he was breathing out, even with the help of a ventilator.

The head of the bed was slightly elevated to make his breathing a little easier.

Although he was clearly at the end of his strength, his spirit seemed even tougher now than it was before.

Seeing his son come in with a stranger, he moved his eyes. Unlike earlier, he was not terrified, lost in illusions, but rather he clearly said, "You are... the soldier, the man... the one Chloe Norton always thought about, that’s you..."

Jacob Garcia was a bit surprised, "Dad, are you clear-headed?"

Michael Garcia struggled for breath, managing to say one sentence with a few gasps: "I... I can’t make it, heaven is about to take me..."

"Dad..."

Ignoring his son, he turned his gaze back to Thomas Smith, looking him up and down.

Although Thomas Smith was dressed in a sterile suit, indistinguishable from head to toe, he still noticed that this person was exceptional.

"From... from when you appeared online, with that girl, I knew... knew you would come for me... you’re not much of a good person either... you abandoned Chloe Norton, that’s how she... fell into my hands... she looked for you, several times, but somehow got the news... that you already sacrificed..."

"That girl, I always thought she was my own flesh and blood, but I didn’t want to... when she was over two years old, I found out Chloe Norton had long taken her for a paternity test, and with me... with me, she had no connection..."

"I initially intended to treat her well, after all, she was such a beautiful... beauty, who could bear to hit her... But she was too despicable, she used me... wanting to give birth to another man’s child, she married me... I always thought it was me... who moved her, hehe... cough, cough, cough—"

Michael Garcia wanted to say more, but he could no longer speak.

When he initially approached Chloe Norton, he indeed had motives.

But a stunning beauty like Chloe Norton, any man who came near her could not help but fall for her.

Later, he genuinely loved her, imagined treating her well, and living a good life together.

That’s why Amelia Garcia once found a happy family photo of the three of them in the old family album.

But when he discovered the daughter wasn’t his own flesh and blood, that Chloe Norton had quietly used him, his innate nastiness seeped out again, and even worsened.

When he forced Chloe Norton, he saw a trace of blood, later thinking it was probably a tear from being too rough.

He always thought he was Chloe Norton’s first man, but hadn’t expected to be just a "placeholder."

Never in his dreams did he imagine that all he painstakingly gained step by step would end in such a way.

So in his humiliation and anger, he began to retaliate against Chloe Norton, to unscrupulously seize the Norton Family’s property.

Even rekindled old flames with past lovers, messing around outside.

When Thomas Smith heard it all, there was still some confusion in his heart, but with his understanding of Chloe Norton, after some pondering, he could somewhat comprehend.

Fate plays tricks on people, the world is full of surprises.

Michael Garcia spoke many dirty words that could condemn him to hell, yet one phrase was true — you’re not much of a good person either.

How was he so bewitched back then, knowing that his family disapproved of their relationship, knowing the precariousness of his status, but he couldn’t restrain himself, couldn’t preserve the most precious thing of his beloved?

That sleepless night brought him unspeakable pain.

In a daze, he felt warm liquid on his face. Startled, he realized he was crying.

He wiped away the tears on his face, took a deep breath to calm his hurt, and saw the shameless animal in human clothing by the bed, desperately pleading with his son.

"Little Jacob... let it go, stop the treatment... pull the oxygen tube, I don’t want to live... it’s too painful... give me relief..." Michael Garcia trembled, continually murmuring.

The tubes in and out of his body, the blood and water seemed to tell tales of pain.

Jacob Garcia’s eyes were blurred with tears. He was torn, with no one around to advise him.

He began to cry, wiped his tears, and accused bitterly: "You’ve wronged my mom, and you’ve wronged me too... As a father, what kind of example have you set for me! People like you should go to hell, never to reincarnate!"

Michael Garcia closed his eyes, weakly saying, "Selfishness is human nature..."

Jacob Garcia shook his head, his hands clenched into fists, seeing his father unrepentant even in death, he really felt like pulling the oxygen tube out of rage!

But Thomas Smith calmly spoke: "Young Master Garcia, keep him alive, do everything you can to keep him alive. Each day he lives, I’ll give you a hundred thousand."

Jacob Garcia seemed to hear something unbelievable, turning back to stare at him in disbelief.

Thomas Smith, expressionless, looked exactly like Hades, ruler of the underworld, staring at Michael Garcia with cold eyes: "You want to die, but I won’t allow it... each day you delay crossing the Forget Bridge, Chloe will have another day of peace there."

His words ended as he looked at Jacob Garcia again, solemnly saying: "As a son, you ought to fulfill your filial duties. Young Master Garcia, don’t worry about medical expenses. My words are strong, ten thousand a day, just concentrate on fulfilling your filial duty to your father."

As he finished, he turned to leave.

Michael Garcia panicked, seeing his son get up as well. He gasped heavily in fear, pleading, "Little Jacob... don’t listen to him... give me relief... don’t let the doctor cut me open with a knife anymore... it’s too painful... too painful..."

Jacob Garcia stood up straight, wiped his face, and said calmly, "Dad, hang in there a little longer, for the sake of your son, let your son... fulfill some filial duty for you."

"Little Jacob..."