Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 57 Bitterness Strategy and Playing the Rogue

Chapter 57: Chapter 57 Bitterness Strategy and Playing the Rogue

The woman crouched down, heedless of her disheveled clothes, as she struggled to lift the man.

"Christopher Hart? Christopher Hart? Wake up... don’t scare me! My phone... where’s my phone—"

Seeing that the man was still unconscious, and his arm was bloodied, Amelia Garcia panicked completely, "He’s bleeding... Oh my God, I hope it’s not fatal... What are you waiting for? Give me my phone!"

Kane, noticing the blood, slightly changed his expression and doubtingly said, "His head is too fragile, I didn’t even hit him that hard..."

Amelia Garcia ignored him, snatched the phone from his hand, and quickly dialed 120.

Held in the woman’s arms, Christopher Hart, President Hart, suddenly felt that the intense pain wasn’t that significant anymore.

So, this is what they mean by a blessing in disguise...

When the ambulance arrived, and the medical staff were wheeling President Hart out, the elevator door opened, and brothers Noah and Ethan suddenly appeared.

"Mom—"

"Shush!" Amelia Garcia, scared half to death at the sight of her sons, quickly signaled them to be quiet.

Noah and Ethan, puzzled, only saw a doctor pushing out a stretcher with a surprised expression.

Kane immediately went forward, pulled the brothers into the safety corridor without explanation.

The man lying on the stretcher, pretending to be unconscious, knew nothing and once again perfectly missed meeting his own sons.

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Inside the safety corridor, Noah looked up at Kane, his eyes filled with curious concern.

"Kane, that man who was pushed away by the doctor... is it him?"

Kane knew he couldn’t fool the smart child, so he sat them down on the stairs, sighed deeply, and decided to confess.

"It’s your daddy, and... I was the one who hurt him."

The brothers’ mouths fell open in surprise.

Kane quickly explained, "He hit me first! Look at me—my chin, nose, the corner of my mouth, it was all him. In the end, if I hadn’t knocked him out, he was going to hit me with a chair."

Noah clenched his fists angrily, his teeth itching, "So, he not only abandoned mom but is also so irritable and likes hitting people!"

Ethan also huffed, "Kane, well done! Thank you for protecting Mom."

"Uh..." Kane scratched his brow bone, unsure whether to accept this thanks.

Noah fell silent for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up, "Kane, our chance has arrived!"

Kane was confused, "What chance?"

"The chance to sneak our sister back!"

For the past few days, they had been going to the children’s amusement park, hoping to bump into their sister.

But because of what had happened, and perhaps for safety reasons, their sister hadn’t appeared these past few days.

He was still worried about how they would meet their sister, but suddenly—here was their chance.

Meanwhile, President Hart, who had arrived at the emergency department of the hospital, would never have dreamt that his worst nightmare wasn’t being violently attacked by a rival, but that his own son was scheming against him with that very rival.

Amelia Garcia ran back and forth, one moment paying the fees, another getting a number to take images, and another fetching medicine.

When she finally came back to sit down and catch her breath, the now "awake" President Hart turned to look at her and said, "I want some water."

"Water?" she blinked, looking around, "Where am I supposed to get you water now? Bear with it, we’ll get some on our way out."

"Going out?" he frowned, "You think I can go home tonight?"

"???"

"The doctor says I have to be hospitalized."

"Hospitalized?" Amelia Garcia’s neck stretched in surprise, staring at his head, "You have such a minor wound..."

She gestured with her hand, about a centimeter long, maybe even less.

"No stitches or anything, just disinfected and a bandage— and you need to be hospitalized? I know you have money, but can you not waste medical resources?"

The man lay on his side, the injury at the back of his head, facing her.

Seeing her dismiss it so casually, President Hart felt displeased and continued coldly, "You only saw the external injuries, what about internal ones? The doctor said there’s a slight concussion, and observation is needed."

"..."

"And, let me correct you—whether I stay in the hospital has nothing to do with whether I have money or not, all the hospital expenses for this visit should be borne by Miss Norton, right?"

Amelia rolled her eyes in frustration, "I think you’re quite lucid, there’s no way you have a concussion."

"Are you a CT scanner?"

"..."

Before they could figure things out, a nurse came over and informed, "There are VIP rooms available, a family member please go complete the hospital admission procedures."

Amelia ignored her and didn’t move.

President Hart rested with his eyes closed and said airily, "Assaulting someone, that sounds like intentional injury, I’m reporting this to the police now..."

Before he could finish, the woman stood up and asked the nurse, "Where do I go to handle the hospital admission procedures?"

"Oh, right back where you registered and paid."

"Thank you."

The man opened his eyes and saw the woman taking the medical record and walking away resentfully; he scoffed coldly in his heart.

Trying to fight him? Ha... Presumptuous.

His phone rang, and he took it out to see it was Benny Palmer, and answered.

"Hello..."

"There’s rumor going around that you’re in the hospital, that’s not true, right?"

President Hart frowned, his expression darkened, "How did the news travel so fast?"

Young Master Palmer was surprised, "It’s true? What happened?"

"Nothing much, just a Bitterness Strategy."

Indeed it was nothing, it was just him using his status to pressure the doctor into exaggerating his injuries.

But having the news leak out wouldn’t do.

Otherwise, his stay in the hospital wouldn’t be peaceful these next few days.

"Figure out a way to suppress the news, if even one person comes to disturb me at the hospital, you’ll bear the consequences!"

"What?" Benny was again surprised and defended himself, "Hey! How is this my fault? With netizens everywhere, how can I ensure it’s completely covered up?"

"That’s your problem, hang up." Noticing the woman returning, Christopher Hart harshly dropped the sentence and ended the call.

On the other end, Young Master Palmer was so angry he almost wanted to slap himself!

Really, wouldn’t it be better to quietly watch from the sidelines? Why even make the call!

Amelia came back, her face expressionless, "Let’s go, to the hospital room."

Thus, President Hart lay still as medical staff and Amelia transferred him to the VIP room.

"Mr. Hart, I’ve done everything I should, now you should call your assistant or friend to come take care of you."

Once everything was settled in the room, and seeing it was getting late, Amelia prepared to leave.

The man had just changed into his hospital gown.

One had to admit, as despicable as he was, his face and physique were impeccably perfect.

Even the hospital gown looked noble and refined on him.

Amelia couldn’t accept it; why would God give such a devilish man such good looks? What a waste!

Christopher Hart raised an eyebrow and sneered, "It’s you who caused this to me, why would I trouble my assistant or friends to take care of me?"

Amelia had anticipated his unreasonable behavior and had her retort ready.

"You barged into my home yourself, isn’t that asking for it? Why blame me?"