Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 55: Confronting the Love Rival Head-On

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: Confronting the Love Rival Head-On

Emma Carter regained her composure, clutching her chest with one hand as she cautiously entered the house, looking around warily as if she had stepped into a haunted den.

"Do you always...dress like this?"

Standing in the living room, Emma Carter stared at her face, seeing shadows of her former daughter-in-law, though the temperament and style were far too different.

"My dress?" Amelia Garcia, with a lady’s cigarette in her mouth, spread her arms and looked at herself, "What about it? It’s quite normal."

"Quite normal? Ha..."

Emma Carter chuckled, slowly regaining the haughtiness of a dominant family’s lady and seriously said, "Never mind, your kind has nothing to do with me. I came just to tell you that no matter how much my son likes you, someone of your caliber...will never enter the Hart Family’s door."

The woman scoffed disdainfully; "Who said I wanted to enter the Hart Family’s door? Your son is the one who can’t stay away from me, maybe you, his mother, should keep him in check."

"You—" Emma Carter was stumped for words again.

"I heard I look like his deceased wife, don’t you get a ghost-like feeling seeing me?"

Emma Carter coldly sneered, looking her up and down, "You do look almost like a ghost."

Amelia Garcia responded with laughter, "How do you know I am not the ghost of your former daughter-in-law?"

"..." Emma Carter was startled, her face turning pale.

Amelia Garcia knew that Emma Carter was superstitious, always worshiping on the 1st and 15th of each month.

So she deliberately said that to scare her.

Emma Carter had a lot more to say, but those words unnerved her, suddenly feeling a chilly air surrounding her, making her back cool.

While Amelia Garcia was alive, she had despised her and had never shown her kindness, including her granddaughter, whom she still loathed and despised.

Feeling unsure, she couldn’t stay any longer, as if the person before her was indeed Amelia Garcia’s spirit come for revenge, her heart trembling in fear.

"After all, I came today to warn you, don’t delude yourself. Christopher is surely just enchanted by you for the moment, and I trust he will come to his senses soon. A woman like you shouldn’t even dream of climbing up to my son in your next life!"

With that, without waiting for Amelia Garcia to respond, she confidently walked towards the door.

Amelia Garcia had been a daughter-in-law of the Hart Family for three years, having seen indifference and endured mockery.

She had never seen this vulnerability in her mother-in-law before?

At that moment, she found it amusing and couldn’t help but follow.

"Lady, usually in this type of situation, shouldn’t you be handing me a check? That’s how it’s done in the TV shows."

"The Hart Family is rich enough to rival countries, and yet you are so stingy?"

"Lady, why are you in such a panic? I’m not going to eat you..."

"Lady, watch your step, be careful not to twist your ankle."

She followed to the door, and just as she spoke, Emma Carter, who rushed into the elevator, really twisted her ankle and nearly fell.

She managed to steady herself in the elevator, frantically pressing the close door button, as if predators were behind her.

Back in the car, George Hart saw her distraught and frowned, "What happened? You look pale."

"Go! Let’s get out of here!" Emma Carter commanded the driver, then quickly pulled out her phone to call her son.

"That woman is not even a Fox Spirit, she’s simply a ghostly lunatic! If Christopher dares to continue with her, I—"

Before she could finish explaining to her husband, the call connected, and Emma Carter angrily ordered through the phone, "Christopher, if you keep seeing that woman, I’ll break your legs!"

Christopher Hart had just reached an agreement with Michael Garcia, immersed in the joy of resolving issues, when he suddenly heard his mother’s words, which struck him hard.

After a moment of silence, he frowned and asked softly, "Did you go see her?"

"I did! What on earth is she? Are you blind or possessed, how could you fancy her? Even though she somewhat resembles Amelia Garcia, her character is miles apart from Amelia’s!"

Emma Carter thought, Lily Garcia was bad enough, but to think there was a woman even more disgraceful than Lily.

My son had all the great qualities: handsome, esteemed, young, and accomplished with power and influence. He could have married a heavenly princess with ease.

Why is he entangled with these kinds of unacceptable people!

What fate!

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Amelia Garcia closed the door, yanked off her wig, and sulkily walked towards the living room.

Just two steps in, there was a knock at the door. Startled, she thought Emma Carter had returned.

Luckily, peeping through the door viewer revealed it was Kane, so she opened the door.

"Whoa!" As the door swung open, Kane flinched, almost visibly producing an exclamation mark above his head.

"What... why did you disguise yourself like this?"

Amelia shrugged her shoulders, "To play a ghost, how else to scare off the old witch?"

"The old witch?" Kane entered and closed the door, smiling, "Your son says the same. I’m really looking forward to the day they recognize each other. What a scene that will be."

"Don’t worry; that day will never come."

Seeing Emma Carter today made Amelia even more certain she wanted nothing to do with the Hart Family in this lifetime.

Moreover, if possible, she was planning to take her daughter away after her surgery and recovery!

Just let Christopher Hart and the Garcia Family tear each other apart like dogs!

Seeing her in low spirits, Kane asked with concern, "Are you alright? Whatever she said, just ignore her."

"I know... I just feel sorry for Hope having such a grandmother."

Kane’s eyes shifted slightly as if something crossed his mind, he hesitated then asked, "Have you ever thought about... taking Hope away?"

Amelia, who had been bowing her head with her hands cupped over her face, collecting her emotions.

Hearing this, she lifted her face and gave a bitter smile, "Of course, I dream of it, but how easy could that be? I can’t even admit my own identity."

Should she blatantly snatch her?

With Christopher Hart’s power, she would surely be caught before she could make it a hundred meters!

Seeing her distressed, Kane wanted to comfort her, but remembering his promise to keep the children’s secret, he reluctantly held back his words.

Initially, he had reservations, worried that the "kidnapping" plan might displease the woman he loved – but now he was resolute, even eager to execute the plan to help fulfill her dream.

"Go back, I’ll take a bath, change, and then head up," Amelia lingered for a while then got up from the sofa and walked inside.

Kane, worried about her, thought for a moment and decided to stay, planning to go upstairs with her once she was ready.

After sitting for a short while, there was another knock on the door.

He stood up curiously, peered through the peephole, and was shocked!

It was his rival!

The tall, robust foreigner suddenly perked up like he’d been injected with adrenaline.

He first checked his hair, then adjusted his clothes, ensuring he looked handsome enough before finally pulling open the door.

Christopher Hart looked up, his smile only halfway formed when it suddenly froze.

Two men locked eyes—

One shocked, the other composed.

One grim, the other relaxed.

One angry, one... smiling.

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