Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 72: Self-Destruction of Identity to Save Snow Fitch

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Self-Destruction of Identity to Save Snow Fitch

"Do you think I’m stupid or dumb to believe your nonsense?"

Christopher Hart interrupted without waiting for her to finish, his face darkened to the extreme, scoffing at her.

Amelia Garcia’s heart tightened until she almost couldn’t breathe.

She knew that Kane must have asked Snow Fitch to take the blame to protect her identity.

But who was Christopher Hart? How could he not see through such a clumsy tactic?

Even if his brain was defective and his eyes were blind, he wouldn’t believe it!

However, Oscar clearly owed Snow Fitch an Oscar.

Even though Christopher Hart mocked her, she still acted enthusiastically, "President Hart is extremely intelligent, how could he be stupid and foolish... What I’m saying is the truth, and you know it. Amelia and I are like sisters, and her daughter is like my daughter."

"Normally, you protect her so well that I couldn’t get close to her. Yesterday, when I saw her alone, I couldn’t help but take her back with me."

Watching her friend’s "performance," Amelia Garcia finally understood what the saying "If I’m not embarrassed, the embarrassed one is someone else" meant.

Really, she couldn’t stand to listen anymore.

Christopher Hart still let her spout nonsense; truly, his patience was as vast as a prime minister’s!

She glanced secretly at the man, wanting to see his fierce expression, but unexpectedly, he suddenly turned his head, looked at her, and asked, "Do you believe what Miss Fitch is saying?"

Ah?

Amelia Garcia was startled, her eyes darting back and forth between the two, swallowing before suddenly becoming possessed by the Oscar spirit.

"I believe it, of course! Although it wasn’t right, the intention can be understood. After all, Hope is so adorable, and she and Hope’s mother are close friends, wanting to..."

Christopher Hart couldn’t stand it anymore and didn’t wait for her to finish speaking. He suddenly turned to Snow Fitch, "What time did you go to the hospital yesterday? Which car did you drive? Where did you see Hope? Which route did you take?"

"..." Snow Fitch was speechless, her mind blank.

She and Kane had indeed gone over their "testimony," but due to the urgency, they hadn’t detailed it to this extent.

Seeing her at a loss for words, Christopher Hart scoffed, "Go on, keep making things up!"

"I..." Snow Fitch stubbornly defended herself, "How am I making things up? I’m telling the truth!"

The man’s lips curled coldly, he turned and left the lounge, dropping a sentence, "Miss Fitch, you better get a lawyer, and tell your ghost stories to the lawyer and the police."

Get a lawyer?

Amelia Garcia and Snow Fitch looked at each other, both panicked.

"Christopher Hart!" Snow Fitch, in desperation, jumped up and quickly followed him.

"I am like a sister to Amelia. When you abandoned her and the Garcia Family refused to take her in, and she had nowhere to go, it was I who took her in!"

"At that time, she was pregnant, with a big belly, and life was difficult, and I took care of her!"

"Even ultimately, it was I who brought Hope to you!"

"I’m also one of your benefactors, aren’t I? Is this how you repay kindness with ingratitude?"

Snow Fitch rattled off a slew of arguments, which indeed sounded reasonable.

But Christopher Hart’s mind was made up.

Amelia Garcia followed behind the two, seeing that no matter what her friend said it didn’t persuade him, and Christopher Hart had already gone to the police. It seemed like the police were about to take action. She was completely flustered!

No!

Snow had helped her so much over the years; even if she had to go to jail herself, she wouldn’t let Snow face any risk!

But how could she save Snow?

Unless...

After hearing Christopher’s words, the police officer turned toward Snow Fitch, taking out handcuffs at the same time, "Snow Fitch, you are suspected of child abduction. Please come with us for an investigation."

Snow Fitch was so panicked that her whole body trembled, she smiled hastily and explained frantically, "Officer, it’s all a misunderstanding! Really, a misunderstanding! I know the child, I just took her to stay for a couple of days, I was going to send her back today—Officer, I—"

"Snow Fitch, please cooperate with the investigation!" The officer interrupted her, suddenly rebuked her authoritatively, and at the same time extended the handcuffs.

"Wait!"

Amelia Garcia was so tense she might have exploded, and seeing her friend being handcuffed by the police, she couldn’t hold back anymore and suddenly shouted!

Everyone in the corridor looked at her.

Snow Fitch, seeing her gasping heavily with a very complicated and conflicted expression and tears about to burst from her eyes, suddenly realized something.

"Hey! Don’t do anything foolish!" Snow shouted at her.

But she still clenched her fists tightly, made up her mind, and went for it, "Officer, I am the child’s biological mother. It was I who asked my friend to take the child away, intending... intending to secretly leave River City with the child."

"Amelia! What are you thinking!" Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Snow stomped her foot and yelled.

Christopher had figured out what she was going to do from the moment she stopped the police, so when she finally admitted her true identity, he wasn’t surprised.

When Amelia Garcia blurted out those words, she became lightheaded due to lack of oxygen, to the point where her nervous system couldn’t even organize language.

She clenched her fists tightly, her body still stiff, unable to stop trembling, she paused for a moment, then looked at the police and continued, "Officer, shouldn’t this matter be considered a civil dispute at most, not a criminal offense?"

The officer was a bit perplexed and looked at Christopher.

Christopher breathed out slightly, his face still dark and authoritative, and slowly spoke, "These past few days have troubled the officer. Since it’s just a misunderstanding, I request to withdraw the case."

Snow Fitch, listening to his words, suddenly realized—this guy was doing it on purpose, just to force Amelia to personally admit her identity!

He had calculated that Amelia would never watch her be taken away by police!

Crafty fox!

All of them together still couldn’t outplay this cunning old fox!

The officer turned and left, and Snow Fitch regained her freedom.

She quickly walked to Amelia Garcia’s side, holding her cold trembling hand, and said with sympathy, "You really are foolish! Even if I were taken away by the police, my family wouldn’t let me go to prison; you fell for his trap!"

Amelia Garcia, her gaze lowered and standing sideways, her body still shaking, her mind still blank.

She didn’t know how to face Christopher Hart.

Hearing her best friend’s words, she gradually regained some senses and said softly, "You’ve helped me too much, I couldn’t let you suffer this injustice."

So, being tricked didn’t matter anymore.

Christopher was staring at her intensely, seeing her unwilling to look at him, his thin lips sneered.

"Miss Norton, you just said that you are who? My daughter’s biological mother?" He asked knowingly, wanting to strip this woman of her last shreds of dignity.

Amelia Garcia knew she could not escape.

But she hadn’t expected this moment to come so suddenly.

Her nails dug deep into her flesh, the pain recalling her scattered senses; she took a deep breath forcefully, allowing her brain to get enough oxygen to start functioning again.

Then, she turned around and faced the man.

"Clarke Norton is my name now, what I was called before, don’t you already know?" she asked back, her face expressionless.