Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 497: Let Go of Resentment

Chapter 497: Chapter 497: Let Go of Resentment

Christopher looked puzzled, but he still took the notebook from her hand.

He opened it.

"A diary? Is it your mother’s?"

"Yes... It clearly records her...," she almost said "my dad" but caught herself in time, changing it to, "the process of her meeting and falling in love with that Mr. Smith. But I haven’t read the later parts yet, and there’s no need to."

It’s like a novel, sweet and loving at the beginning, but then turning tragic, a heart-wrenching tragedy that leaves no room untouched.

She didn’t want to continue reading, didn’t want to relive her mother’s tragic remaining life, the kind of heart-wrenching and powerless pain she had experienced enough of these past few days.

Moreover, the rest of the story she had almost completely understood from Michael Garcia.

What she found unbelievable was that the time of Michael Garcia’s assault on her mother was incredibly close to Thomas Smith’s visit back home.

So, when her mother unexpectedly got pregnant, even she wasn’t sure whose child it was.

She must have agreed to marry Michael Garcia to keep the child.

If she had been sure that the child was Michael Garcia’s, she would have done everything to abort it, never giving birth to a child of a rapist and ruining her life.

Christopher’s face was serious as he quickly flipped through the diary, looking more and more surprised.

Amelia remembered she needed to pick up the kids and left the diary with him, standing up and saying, "I’m going to the kindergarten first. We’ll talk after I come back."

"Okay, be careful on the way," Christopher said, looking at her and reminded her, then continued reading the diary.

Walking out the door, Amelia looked at the setting sun, and paused in her tracks.

A golden light spread across the earth, the newly sprouted green grass bathed in a layer of light, as if welcoming the vibrant spring.

The temperature was gradually rising, warming day by day, and this spring would not last long before giving way to a strong summer.

Standing there, she thought of many things.

She thought of the foreign poetry Christopher had recited in his literary tone, thought of how in two months it would be a year since she returned home, of that handsome, calm, and composed middle-aged man with an extraordinarily illustrious background, and thought of her mother’s reluctance to part when she was in critical condition...

She also thought, if her mother hadn’t died early and, like her, had the chance to reunite with her beloved and rekindle their relationship, how wonderful it would have been!

After going through all these thoughts, appreciating the vibrant signs of spring, her heart also finally felt relieved and relaxed.

Fuller waited by the car for quite a while, only to see the mistress standing in the courtyard, her beautiful face bathed in the slanting sun, her expression seemed melancholic, yet there was a slight smile on her lips which he couldn’t comprehend.

Checking the time on his wrist, realizing they would be late if they didn’t leave now, he had to walk forward and gently remind her, "Madam, it’s time to pick up the Young Master and Miss Hope."

Amelia withdrew her gaze and nodded, then got in the car.

As she fastened the seatbelt, she made a decision: if that person came looking for her again, she would openly lay everything out and make things clear.

If he wanted to acknowledge kinship, she would accept.

It would be her way of completing her mother’s unfulfilled regrets.

The phone rang, pulling her out of her reverie.

She looked down—it was Benny Palmer.

What’s he calling for?

"Hello, Young Master Palmer."

"Amelia, has Betty contacted you?" Benny Palmer sounded anxious on the other end, not asking about Christopher, but concerned about Betty.

Amelia was startled, "Betty? What happened to her?"

"She’s missing!"

"What do you mean by missing?"

"I mean she’s gone! Since the New Year, she had been staying at my place. I tried sending her away a few times, but she wouldn’t leave, so I just let her stay. But these past few days, she hasn’t come back at all. At first, I thought she went out with friends, and then I thought she might have found a new place to live, but today when I opened the room she was staying in, all her stuff was there, but she wasn’t!"

After hearing that, Amelia couldn’t help but get angry, "She’s been missing for days and you only just thought to ask about her whereabouts?"

"You can’t blame me! She’s an adult, and I’m not related to her, so I have no right to interfere with her personal life!"

"You..." She was too angry to speak, paused, and could only suggest, "You better call the police! She hasn’t contacted me, and I’ve been swamped with my matters, so I didn’t even think about her."

"Got it, I just wanted to check. If you don’t have any news, I’ll have to call the police."

After hanging up, Amelia couldn’t rest easy and immediately dialed Betty’s number.

Sure enough, it was turned off...

Considering how unfamiliar she was with the area, with all her financial resources cut off by her family, and suddenly disappearing for so many days without reason...

Could it be something bad has happened to her?

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became. After picking up the triplets, she gave the kids a brief explanation and had Fuller take them home first while she hailed a cab to the office.

Because the people Betty knew were just those former colleagues from Venus.

Maybe she could get some clues from them.

On her way to the office, she called Christopher, explaining her situation and that she’d be back home later.

Upon hearing, naturally, Christopher was worried, "Where are you going to search by yourself? Benny Palmer has many connections; he’ll have a way."

"I can’t rely on that, after all, Betty has been with me for so long, and she’s been quite loyal to me. We’re friends, I have to ask around."

"Alright then, let me know if there’s any development."

"Mm."

Hearing the urgency in her tone, Christopher didn’t mention what he had just read in the diary.

In the later parts, Chloe Norton wrote multiple times about her search for Thomas Smith.

It turned out she didn’t believe what the Smith Family told her; she didn’t believe Thomas Smith had died heroically on the battlefield.

But the fact remained that he couldn’t be found.

At that time, she couldn’t be sure if the child was indeed Thomas Smith’s, she didn’t dare to abort it lightly, so she agreed to marry that scoundrel Michael Garcia.

However, Thomas Smith never appeared again, and she slowly lost hope and accepted the news that he had died.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have vanished without a word or explanation.

After the child was born, she secretly did a DNA test when the child was only a few months old, wanting to know if the child was biologically related to Michael Garcia.

The results made her thrilled and astonished, hard to calm down for a long time.

The daughter was the beloved’s only living legacy in the world, and she cherished and loved her even more.

Perhaps out of guilt or fear, to better protect her daughter, she had to start accepting Michael Garcia, thinking if she treated him better, he would likewise treat their daughter better.

As it turned out, her "goodwill" indeed worked.

Michael Garcia treated her and her daughter relatively well.

But the flaw was, she didn’t destroy the DNA test result but hid it in a place she thought was very secure, only for Michael Garcia to find it by accident...

From then on, the nightmare began.

Finishing these, Christopher’s mood was turbulent, hard to settle.

In this world, some parents show love to their children with what they think is "good," not realizing it’s exactly this kind of "good" that ruins their lives, bringing them a lifetime of pain.

The Smith Parents were like this, and so were his own parents.

Thinking of how his parents held prejudice and hostility against Amelia, he felt guilty and powerless at the same time.

Perhaps, only if Amelia acknowledges her lineage, the barriers between them could be completely removed.

How laughable, he always thought himself strong, independent, and omnipotent, but he didn’t expect that he would need external help even for such a significant life matter.

At this point, he surprisingly felt a sense of admiration and gratitude toward his prospective father-in-law.

Maybe, it was time to take the initiative to arrange a dinner meeting.