Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 70 Ironclad Evidence - She is Amelia Garcia

Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Ironclad Evidence - She is Amelia Garcia

"Are you sick? Scaring people so early in the morning!" Her anger flared up, and she accidentally hit her head against the headboard as she cursed out loud.

Christopher Hart stared at her, trying to reconcile the face fluffy with rage before him with the gentle and elegant one in his memories.

He couldn’t help but curse himself.

What a waste of good eyesight!

It was the same person, how could he have doubted for so long?

And foolishly used all sorts of methods to "verify her true identity."

Despite being cursed by her, his expression remained indifferent. He slightly moved his tall frame and smiled, "Did Miss Norton sleep well?"

Amelia Garcia’s heart was still unsettled with panic and confusion, and she replied irritably, "How could anyone sleep well after being held captive and losing their freedom?"

He looked down pensively, his words carrying a deeper meaning, "I thought Miss Norton would have slept quite well."

After all, returning to a place she lived for three years, she should feel quite familiar and at ease.

Amelia sensed something off in his statement, but his repetitive use of "Miss Norton" made it seem like he didn’t know her true identity, which confused her and dispelled her doubts.

"I came over early in the morning to personally apologize to Miss Norton," Christopher Hart suddenly changed his attitude.

Apologize?

Amelia was shocked, what did he mean by that?

"I made a mistake, thinking Miss Norton harbored ill intentions and wanted to take away my daughter. I was offensive yesterday, and I hope Miss Norton won’t hold it against me."

Amelia’s eyes widened, and suddenly she sat up straighter, "You finally realize you made a mistake? I’ve told you it wasn’t me, but you wouldn’t believe it!"

Her voice was high-pitched and emotional, like a suppressed daughter-in-law who had suddenly turned the tables and become the master.

Christopher Hart quietly watched her ’performance,’ his dark and deep eyes filled with interest.

Originally, he thought that when he found out she was Amelia Garcia, he would be extremely angry, so furious that he might want to strangle her.

But in reality, when he saw the DNA paternity test redone with her blood this morning, not only was there no anger in his heart, but a strong sense of joy crossed his mind.

She wasn’t dead; she was alive.

And she was living vibrantly and freely, more glorious than before.

He stared at the paternity test results for a long while, then recalled the moments they had spent together recently.

Especially the accidental intimacy in bed yesterday, which made his blood boil.

He couldn’t resist the urge to see her any longer.

So, before dawn broke, he sat at her bedside like a fool, quietly watching her peacefully asleep.

His daughter must have been taken away by her "lover."

Since the girl was not in danger, he was somewhat relieved.

The police were still investigating, and he had dispatched countless people to search. He believed that by tonight at the latest, there would certainly be news.

He wasn’t in a rush, so he decided to tease this woman and see how she would act.

Watching her getting worked up to the point of rebellion, the smile at the corner of the man’s lips deepened, and he nodded in agreement, "Hmm, I was wrong."

Amelia threw off the covers, eager to get out of bed, "Since you know you were wrong, then let me go quickly! I have lots of things to do!"

"No rush," the man said unhurriedly, looking up at her before suddenly asking, "How old is Miss Norton?"

"What?" She was taken aback, puzzled, "Is it polite to ask a woman her age?"

"You should be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight? At that age, you should be a mother."

"..." Amelia rolled her eyes and responded sarcastically, "Which law states that a woman must be a mother by twenty-seven or twenty-eight? If you live to the average age, does that mean you should go and die?"

Christopher Hart frowned.

It had been several years, how had she become so prickly?

But strangely, he found this thorny wild rose even more stirring to his heartstrings.

"My daughter is loved by everyone, Miss Norton, won’t you consider being a ready-made mom?" The man continued talking non-stop, completely ignoring the woman’s retorts.

Amelia Garcia frowned, looking at him, "If you have a brain problem, go see a doctor, stop talking nonsense."

"I’m serious," he insisted, his gaze earnest.

Amelia eyed him as their eyes met, and her heart started to feel all jumbled up again.

He had already made a strong declaration through Weibo last time, but Kane had timely deleted the account, so not many people should be aware of it.

Today, he was expressing the same sentiment again—

Could it be that he really wanted to pursue her?

"President Hart," Amelia took a deep breath, composed herself, and spoke clearly, "I have a boyfriend, whom you saw at my house that day. We are in a good relationship, and if nothing unexpected happens, we will soon enter the palace of marriage."

"And you, Mr. Hart, also have an engagement, and I heard that Miss Garcia has been kind to the Hart Family. You shouldn’t be fickle and let her down."

"We are not meant for each other, these days of entanglement have been nothing but a bad connection. Mr. Hart, you should clear up the chaos soon and let us return to our own paths."

She knew Hope was likely with Kane, which made it easier to lightly bless him with Lily Garcia.

After all, Lily wouldn’t be Hope’s stepmother anymore, so their being together would rid the public of one less nuisance.

As long as she could leave here now, she could take her daughter and flee far away.

From then on, she would have nothing more to do with this man.

Thinking she had left things tidy, Amelia brushed past him and left.

Just as she reached the door, the man rose from his chair and turned to look at her retreating figure, "Don’t you care at all about Hope’s whereabouts?"

Amelia’s form halted, her mind suddenly lighting up with realization!

Right!

Had he strangely mentioned yesterday that there was a mistake? Had he received some news?

Could it be that Hope had been found, not in Kane’s hands?

If not, her assumptions from yesterday would have to be completely overturned!

She turned around, her face a mixture of complicated emotions, "Has the child been found?"

"No, but she’s safe."

"Where is she? How do you know she’s safe?"

Christopher Hart approached her, his tone suddenly playful, "Of course I know. Is there anything in this city that Christopher Hart wants to know and doesn’t?"

Amelia: "..."

This narcissist! How does he manage to brag without even blushing?

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Kane woke up early and was preparing breakfast for the three kids.

He hadn’t finished yet when Noah suddenly rushed out, "Kane, it’s not good!"

"What’s wrong?" the apron-wearing foreign man turned and asked.

Noah grabbed his hand, panicking, "My sister seems to be sick, she’s burning up!"

Kane frowned, his expression shifting slightly, "That can’t be right? The helicopter will be here in one hour!"

"Ah, we can’t worry about that now, go check on her quickly!"

Inside the room, Ethan also woke up, kneeling anxiously beside Hope.

Kane approached the bed and saw the little girl still deeply asleep, but her face was flushed, clearly not right.

He touched her forehead and was shocked!

"It’s so hot!"

Noah reproached himself, "It’s all my fault, I must have fed her too much ice cream yesterday, that’s why she’s sick and feverish."