Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 62 Miss Hope is Missing!

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Miss Hope is Missing!

"No... I didn’t... you’re falsely accusing me..." Lily Garcia denied woodenly, panic clearly flickering in the depths of her eyes.

Fiona Marshall had been standing behind her daughter, but upon hearing this, she stepped forward and shouted harshly, "Christopher Hart, you can eat anything you want, but you can’t just say anything! Lily has been wholeheartedly protecting your reputation, and if you don’t appreciate it, that’s one thing, but to slander her like this!"

Christopher Hart looked at Fiona Marshall with a dark gaze.

"With her brains, she couldn’t have pulled off something so meticulous—Mrs. Garcia, you must be the real strategist behind this, right?"

"You—"

"I’ve already found that maid, she confessed everything. It was a scheme you and your daughter concocted together."

Christopher Hart interrupted her, deliberately raising his voice a few notches in front of everyone.

"I didn’t call the police out of consideration for your family’s past favors to the Hart Family. But if you continue to be restless, if you keep framing me, playing these devious games, don’t blame me for not looking back on the past."

Despite being exposed by Christopher Hart, Fiona Marshall, an old fox, managed to keep her cool and remain defiant.

"Ha! You still acknowledge Lily’s favor to the Hart Family? She saved your sister’s life. When you first promised marriage back then, it was Mrs. Hart herself who said that she would only recognize my daughter as her daughter-in-law. We have been waiting for over four years..."

Fiona Marshall, like a storyteller, raised her arm and heightened her tone, immediately seizing the moral high ground and beginning to accuse.

But before she could finish her speech, suddenly someone shouted, "It’s chaos downstairs!"

Everyone turned their heads to look, and sure enough!

There was a crowd pushing and shoving on the ground below, as if they were brawling.

"Let’s go! Hurry down and take a look!" The police officers, fearing trouble, quickly rushed downstairs.

Christopher Hart and Lucas King also turned their heads to look down.

After Lucas King looked closely for a few seconds, he suddenly turned back in alarm, "President Hart, that looks like—"

Before he could finish, Christopher Hart’s face suddenly fell, panic flashed across his eyes, and he turned and left.

Lily hadn’t reacted yet, but seeing the man run off, she immediately gave chase, "Christopher... Christopher! You come back here! Christopher Hart, I’m telling you! If you don’t marry me, I’ll really die to show you!"

But no matter how she obstructed or threatened him, even trying to use death to coerce him, he left without looking back.

Lily let out a mournful cry, anger driving her to sit on the ground and weep inconsolably.

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Amelia Garcia had never imagined that in her life, she would fall into a situation where everyone would chase her down like a street rat.

Although Fuller loyally took most of the punches and kicks for her, she still suffered quite a bit.

Her face was burning with pain, her hair felt like it had been almost completely pulled out, and her clothes were ripped as if they were about to tear...

She even felt desperate!

"Stop! The police are here! Everyone stop!"

Suddenly, there was a forbidding siren, followed by the police’s voice.

Those who reveled in the chaos, the so-called warriors of justice, immediately ran away upon seeing the police.

Of course, there were some who were unafraid and still held on to their targets.

Amelia was beaten senseless, covering her head with her hands and unable to see her surroundings clearly.

She only knew that suddenly, a force pulled her into an embrace, like a safe harbor, firmly protecting her.

That familiar scent immediately gave her some comfort.

Christopher Hart had arrived.

Lucas King and Fuller immediately shielded them, and with the police maintaining order, the attackers were quickly subdued.

Looking down at the woman in his arms, Christopher Hart’s brow was tightly furrowed with intense distress.

"How are you?" he asked gently, taking the woman’s hand and slowly pulling it away with an especially careful and tender tone, similar to how he spoke to his beloved daughter.

Amelia was still dazed, lifting her eyes hesitantly on instinct.

Seeing the unsettle fear in her eyes, Christopher Hart felt another pang of pain in his heart.

"It’s okay now, I’m here. No one will dare to touch you with me around," he comforted softly, lifting his hand to brush the hair from her face.

Seeing the blood on her forehead, a killing intent flashed through the man’s eyes!

"These bastards!" They actually injured someone!

"Lucas King."

"President Hart," Lucas King understood his boss’s mind and, without waiting for his instructions, immediately said, "I will cooperate with the police to handle today’s incident. None of those involved will get away!"

Christopher Hart clenched his teeth in the dark, repressing the rage in his heart, and swiftly took out a tissue to cover her forehead.

"Let’s go, quickly find a doctor to treat the wound."

He lifted his arm to embrace the woman’s shoulders, intending to take her inside for a medical examination.

But Amelia Garcia brushed off his hand.

"No need..." she muttered softly, her tone tranquil and distant.

Christopher’s arm was already injured, and as she brushed it away, his brows furrowed in pain.

Amelia closed her eyes briefly to compose her emotions. After taking a deep breath, her eyes reddened with suppressed tears, and she took a few steps back to increase the distance between them.

The man watched her actions, his expression growing noticeably darker and his gaze more solemn and intense.

"My friend hit you in the head, and these people injured me—ha..."

She spoke slowly, her voice laced with a cold derision as she asked, "That counts as taking revenge for you, doesn’t it?"

Christopher: "..."

She continued her accusations.

"Christopher Hart, how many times must I tell you? I don’t want anything to do with you, don’t you understand?"

"Look, I’ve been made out to be such a pariah because of you, my reputation is completely ruined, everyone’s turned against me... could you please, for once, just leave me alone?"

She kept her gaze fixed on the man, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Lucas King stood to the side, watching his boss’s calm and somber face. Seeing that he remained silent, Lucas grew impatient. "Miss Norton, President Hart—"

"Lucas King!" Christopher suddenly intervened, cutting him off.

Lucas clenched his fists in frustration and simply turned to walk away.

Christopher’s expression was taut, his chiseled features appearing even more sharp and imposing.

Looking at the woman’s resolute expression, he too took a deep breath before saying, "Since Miss Norton has made up her mind, I am not one to cling desperately."

Amelia looked at him, somewhat surprised.

Was he agreeing to let go?

Feeling a weight lifted from her heart, she turned to the man and said politely and earnestly, "Thank you, Mr. Hart, for your generosity. I shall take my leave, with no plans to cross paths again."

After this farce, Amelia truly woke up to reality.

Some things, once let go of, can never be grasped again, even if they are of your own flesh and blood.

She already had a pair of smart and adorable sons; was it too greedy to long for a daughter who was close to her heart?

So perhaps this was her punishment from fate.

To protect her sons and herself, she needed to leave this place as soon as possible, to stay far away—better yet, never to return!

Amelia turned and left.

Christopher stood still, everyone around him standing motionless as well, glancing cautiously at him.

After a while, the man’s eyes shifted slightly, and he took a slow breath as if awakening from meditation.

His gaze inadvertently swept across the ground and caught sight of the blood-stained tissue.

It seemed to trigger a thought in him, and he leaned down to pick it up.

Lucas noticed him fixated on the tissue but at first didn’t understand. Then, it dawned on him.

Christopher turned to him and extended the tissue, and before he could speak, Lucas was already nodding.

"President Hart, I understand! I’ll get right on it!"

Christopher said nothing but turned to look at the woman’s retreating figure, his gaze deep and filled with a rich shadow, veiled in mystery.

His phone rang, and he instinctively reached out with his right hand, then winced with pain between his brows.

Switching to his left hand, he took out the phone and saw that the call was from Aunt Harper. He immediately answered.

"Sir! Miss Hope is missing!"