Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 498: The More You Repent, The Deeper You Love

Chapter 498: Chapter 498: The More You Repent, The Deeper You Love

It was past seven in the evening when Amelia finally got home.

The kids saw her return and immediately gathered around her, "Mom, did you find that Aunt Betty?"

"Oh..." she sighed softly and said tenderly, "Not yet. Have you eaten?"

"We did. Dad had Aunt Harper save some food for you!"

"Mom, is it that you can’t find that aunt?"

"Mom doesn’t know either, maybe... she went home."

"Hmm, it would be good if she went home, otherwise it would be troublesome if she ran into bad people."

Though the kids were young, they understood everything and were kind to everyone.

"Alright, then Mom will eat first. You go play by yourselves."

Aunt Harper heated up the food and brought it out. As she sat down, Christopher came out in a wheelchair.

"Why are you out of bed again? The doctor said you need more rest to recover faster." She spoke as she ate, glancing up, their conversation carrying the tone of an old married couple.

"The doctor also said I should get up and move around a bit." Christopher replied, his wheelchair parked beside the dining table, gazing at her warmly, "Eat slowly, no one’s going to take it from you."

As they were talking, she was drinking soup and probably being too hasty, she choked on a mouthful and it sprayed messily from her nose, splattering all over the table.

Christopher quickly handed her some tissues, "I told you to slow down, what’s the rush?"

Amelia coughed incessantly, her nose and throat feeling extremely uncomfortable. She took the tissue to wipe her mouth and then the table.

She wanted to speak, but still hadn’t caught her breath, and could only continue coughing.

Christopher moved closer, helping her catch her breath with both hands, patting her chest in front and her back from behind.

The motion seemed somewhat comical.

"How about it? Do you need a sip of water to ease it?" Seeing her face flushed and eyes teary from coughing, Mr. Hart asked with concern mixed with amusement.

Aunt Harper brought over water, and she gestured to put it down for now.

The next second, unceremoniously swatted away the large hand helping her chest.

Christopher chuckled, lips curled devilishly, deliberately asking, "What’s wrong? Is it wrong to help you catch your breath?"

She couldn’t speak, just shot him a side glance with her bright eyes.

The man dared not pretend any longer, laughing silently while only patting her back.

Upon hearing their mother coughing, the kids ran over, mimicking their father’s actions, numerous little hands eagerly attending to her back.

"Alright, alright, Mom’s fine now. You go play." Although her windpipe and nasal cavity still felt uncomfortable, at least she could speak, Amelia sent the kids off and gave a side glance at the man, "You stay away from me."

Mr. Hart felt quite innocent, "What did I do? It wasn’t me who made you choke."

"It’s because you were talking to me, got me distracted and that’s why I choked."

Faced with the woman’s unreasonable logic, Mr. Hart didn’t get angry but laughed, propping his chin with one hand and looking at her with interest, "Arguing with me like this, looks like your mood isn’t affected."

Hearing this, Amelia suddenly lost her appetite, putting down her utensils and looked at him, "What do you think... where would Betty go? Did she return to the country? Although there’s no direct relation between us, after all, she’s a girl, it’s quite dangerous to be alone outside, we at least need to make sure she is safe."

Christopher thought for a moment and said, "This isn’t complicated, the company’s European projects have collaborations with Betty’s family. I’ll have colleagues over there ask tomorrow."

"Oh right! How did I forget about that! You brought the trouble here, you must have ways to contact her family."

"What do you mean I brought the trouble?"

"Isn’t it so?" With the matter turning for the better, Amelia relaxed and continued eating, "The things you did before, each one left people speechless."

Mr. Hart still propped his chin with one hand, an unbelievably gentle look on his handsome face, and said foolishly, "That was all to win you back. In this life, countless firsts of mine were given to you. To win you back, my face, dignity, all discarded without care."

Amelia didn’t respond, but the corners of her mouth slightly curved, and the food in her mouth suddenly tasted better.

The two didn’t speak further, but Christopher remained seated beside quietly watching her eat.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You’re acting a bit weird today."

"Don’t talk, focus on eating, don’t choke again and blame me."

"..."

After a while, Amelia finished her meal, and just as she set down her chopsticks, Christopher handed her a tissue, his thorough and eager demeanor like a fawning servant.

Amelia wiped her mouth, eyes casting sideways, "You very idle?"

"Not really, but accompanying you is a proper thing too."

This man...

Amelia furrowed her brows, finding him truly strange, thought for a moment, then recalled something, turning around slightly somber, "Did you read my mother’s diary, saw something at the back..."

Thus behaving so unusually, intently watching over her like she was some treasure.

Christopher sat up, holding her hand, "Are you not planning to read the rest of the diary?"

Amelia remained silent.

She initially didn’t want to read more, but seeing Christopher’s reaction made her curious about what was recorded at the back of her mother’s diary.

"Actually, I quite admire Aunt Chloe and Mr. Smith’s love story. Maybe people of that era were simplistic and sincere, maybe their love was deep and straightforward — in short, reading the diary, I felt very guilty. We were also childhood sweethearts, how could I have doubted you like that back then, didn’t believe you, was willing to hurt you..."

"Reflecting on my current pitiful situation in the wheelchair, it might be karma. Yet Heaven favored me, merely punished me in this way without truly taking you away."

Mr. Hart’s words came from the heart.

After reading Chloe Norton’s diary, he couldn’t help but reflect if it was because he didn’t love enough?

If he didn’t love enough leading to lack of commitment, to doubt, to care about so-called face and dignity.

Hearing him say this, Amelia finally understood why he stared at her in a daze just now.

Turns out he was feeling guilty again.

"You were indeed quite detestable back then. Though you never voiced your suspicions, in your heart, you stood with your family, which is why you had me explain, and assure time after time, seeking reasons to support me so you could confront your family."

"I couldn’t understand then, and at some point even hated you, but now... I can understand."

Listening to her initial words made Christopher’s face tense up with unintentional worry, yet her shift in tone brought out a look of confusion and surprise.

Amelia grasped his hand back, sighed softly, speaking lightly and helplessly, "After all, she was your biological sister, frail and sickly since young, shielded by the entire family. No matter how deep our feelings were, I was still an outsider. Had you forsaken your own kin for me back then, I might have been deeply moved, found you reliable, believed in your love — but given time to reconsider, perhaps I’d have felt you are too cold-blooded, excessively rational."