Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 63 She is Amelia Garcia, Going to Steal the Daughter!

Chapter 63: Chapter 63 She is Amelia Garcia, Going to Steal the Daughter!

Aunt Harper cried her eyes out, her nose running, and she was on the verge of kneeling to Christopher Hart.

"I was taking her downstairs when she suddenly said she saw a little brother and ran over. I hurried after her, but who knew... just as I turned the corner, she was gone!"

"I looked everywhere, called out for her, but it was as if she vanished into thin air, completely disappeared..."

"The security guard saw me looking for the child and came over to help right away, but still, we didn’t find her."

Christopher Hart’s arm was severely strained, his right shoulder swollen tremendously, rendering the entire arm immobile.

The doctor advised him to get an X-ray to see if there were any injuries to the muscles or bones, but he was hardly in the mood.

In haste, the doctor could only give him painkillers first, brought a bandage, and had him immobilize his right arm across his chest to avoid further injury through movement.

After a quick treatment, he stood up hurriedly and walked out, his face grim and completely devoid of warmth, and asked, "That little boy, did you see him?"

Aunt Harper said, "I only saw his silhouette."

"How old?"

"About four or five years old."

"Just one child? No adult with him?"

Aunt Harper thought for a moment, "I didn... did not see anyone."

Lucas King hung up the phone, turned his head, and reported, "President Hart, the police have filed a case and will start a citywide search immediately."

"Okay, but we can’t go public with this, it should be conducted covertly."

Lucas King puzzled, "Why? The more people, the greater the hope of finding her!"

Christopher Hart frowned and analyzed, "The public opinion hasn’t settled, and many people still harbor hostility toward me. If the outside world knew Hope was missing, it might bring her more danger."

Christopher Hart had been rigorously protecting his daughter over the years because of the Hart Family’s special status.

He had been deeply involved in business for years and, under fierce competition, couldn’t guarantee a lack of enemies.

What if those people took advantage of the chaos to threaten him with his daughter?

Further, considering the recent scandals that had broken out online—

If insane fans could publicly attack Clarke Norton, how could he ensure they wouldn’t maliciously target a child?

So now was not the time for wide publicity, lest both foes and allies become involved.

Christopher Hart’s mind churned wildly, not understanding who might be behind his daughter’s sudden disappearance.

Was someone kidnapping his daughter to extort money from him?

Or was it because of the online issues, using his daughter to punish him?

Or could it be—

He scowled, pondering all possibilities, his mind flashing back to that woman’s determined departure...

She had expressed her intention to leave more than once recently, and it was at this time that his daughter had disappeared.

Could it be her taking her away?

"Lucas."

"Here."

"How long will the paternity test results take?"

"At the earliest, we have to wait until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow..." Christopher Hart calculated in his mind, but there’s no time, he had to act in advance!

Lucas got it, and asked in surprise, "President Hart, do you suspect that Miss Hope might have been—"

"Let’s go, find her!"

As they hastily got into the car, Christopher Hart’s phone rang. The chief of police was on the line personally.

"Mr. Hart, the technical team has reviewed all surveillance footage from the hospital’s entrances. Oddly, at different times, each camera goes to a black screen for a minute or two, then returns to normal."

"Can’t those recordings be restored?"

"The technical team is trying, but it’s unlikely."

Christopher Hart’s arm still stung fiercely, his stern face slightly pale, and he remained silently pained for a moment.

The chief knew he was upset and comforted him, "Mr. Hart, rest assured, we’ve deployed police forces all over the city. We’ll inform you immediately if there’s any news."

"Good, thank you for your efforts."

"Don’t mention it, we’re just doing our job."

After ending the call, Lucas King handed him the painkillers and a bottle of mineral water.

"President Hart, you should take your medicine first."

He was sweating profusely from his forehead, whether from anxiety or the pain in his shoulder.

Christopher Hart took the painkillers, frowning as he swallowed them dry.

If it was that woman, then she must definitely have accomplices, and a computer expert capable of hacking the surveillance.

He had underestimated her!

His sharp gaze fixated on the street outside the window, his mind preoccupied with his daughter’s safety, hoping to suddenly spot her adorable little figure amidst the throngs of people.

His phone rang again, startling him, and he quickly picked up.

The screen displayed a strange number, resembling a scam call.

His body tensed up all of a sudden, his heartbeat quickening.

Hesitating for a moment, he answered the call, his tone guardedly hoarse, "Hello..."

"Daddy, it’s Hope!"

He thought this call was a ransom demand from the "kidnapper," but unexpectedly—his daughter’s cheerful, bell-like voice came through the phone.

Christopher Hart suddenly sat up, his face greatly shocked, "Hope? Where are you? Who are you with?"

On the other end of the phone, the delighted little girl flipped her head to look at who was beside her, squeaking,

"Hope!"

"Daddy, I’m playing with friends now. I’ll be back in a couple of days; you don’t have to worry about me!"

Playing with friends?

Coming back in a couple of days?

Christopher Hart found these words to be utterly unbelievable!

It seemed his suspicion was correct!

It wasn’t a kidnapper demanding a ransom, it was that woman!

It must be!

So, she must be Amelia Garcia!

She returned to the country just to take the opportunity to take her daughter away!

"Hope, are you with Mommy? Let her take the phone."

Christopher Hart suppressed the raging fire in his chest, coaxingly speaking to his daughter.

But the little girl said, "Daddy, I’m going to play now, bye!"

"Hope, Hope!"

He hurriedly called out, but the line was disconnected.

Christopher Hart put down the phone and immediately redialed the number, but a cold mechanical voice came through, "I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is incorrect, please check and try again."

Damn!

He cursed, looked up, and commanded, "Drive faster!"

The driver floored the accelerator as if his life depended on it, and the Bentley raced through the streets like an arrow.

His daughter’s news indicated no immediate danger to her life, which somewhat alleviated his anxiety and concern. However, they were replaced by feelings of being deceived and humiliated!

In his flamboyant and untouchable years, it was only this woman who had played him like a fiddle!

Despite always priding himself on being clever, thinking there was nothing in life he couldn’t handle, he didn’t expect to be utterly manipulated by a woman.

He tightly clenched his good hand into a fist.

He thought, at the moment of their next meeting, he would strangle her by the neck!

Might as well choke her to death!

Lucas King, seeing him furious enough to devour someone, tentatively offered a suggestion, "President Hart, maybe you should call first?"

His eyes flashed fiercely, "Inform her to run?"

"Oh, well, yes..." Lucas immediately fell silent.

What was usually a half-hour drive took only about ten minutes at full speed.

When Christopher Hart stood outside the woman’s door again, he had lost all semblance of manners and decorum, and began pounding on the door with his fist.

"Open up! I know you’re inside, open the door!"