Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 73 How do you explain deceiving me for four years?

Chapter 73: Chapter 73 How do you explain deceiving me for four years?

Christopher Hart saw that she still had the nerve to counter-question him, his eyes slightly raised, seemingly a bit surprised.

However, since the truth had been uncovered, there was no need to beat around the bush anymore.

"Amelia, you deceived me for four years," he said through gritted teeth, his gaze suddenly darkening.

"What do you mean deceived? Weren’t you just hoping that I would die? You got your wish, I completely disappeared from your world, isn’t that good enough for you?"

"When have I ever wished for your death?"

"It’s not just you! The entire Hart Family convicted me as a heinous sinner and wished nothing but the worst for me!"

Christopher was so infuriated by her words that he turned his head away to calm down. Just as he was about to give her a piece of his mind, the doctor came out quickly.

"The child is awake now, family members, please come see her. She needs to be hospitalized for observation for a few days. Go handle the admission procedures."

"In a moment, I’ll settle the score with you!" Christopher dropped this line before turning and striding away, even before the doctor had finished speaking.

Amelia wanted to follow as well, worried about her daughter, but was stopped by Snow Fitch.

"With things turned out like this, you need to think about what to do next. After all, there are Noah and Ethan," Snow whispered to remind her.

Mention of her sons suddenly cleared Amelia’s mind.

"Where are they?"

"They are with Kane, safe and sound."

Amelia frowned, her mind a blank, truly at a loss for what to do next.

Snow said, "If you’re planning to reconcile with him, then letting him know about Noah and Ethan’s existence is fine; but if you don’t plan on it, you’d better keep the brothers hidden."

This suggestion gave Amelia some direction, and she quickly sorted out her thoughts, saying coldly, "There’s no chance of that happening between us anymore. Once Hope’s surgery is done, I’ll leave."

"Mhm, if you’ve decided, then you better keep the brothers hidden well."

Otherwise, if Christopher discovers the existence of the boys, he would definitely take them away.

By then, she would either have to leave alone or return to Christopher’s side for the sake of her children, admitting defeat and compromising.

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In the hospital room, Hope woke up, and upon seeing her dad, she immediately smiled.

Watching his daughter look pale and weak, yet still smiling at him, made Christopher’s eyes well up with warmth, almost bringing tears.

"Baby, how are you feeling? Is there anywhere that hurts?" He held his daughter’s soft hand, asking with gentle concern.

The little girl shook her head, and before she could speak, she caught sight of someone walking up behind her dad, immediately shouting, "Mommy..."

Amelia hurried forward, reaching out to feel her daughter’s forehead, coaxing softly, "Mommy’s here, how is Hope feeling? If there’s any discomfort, tell me, and the doctor can treat you."

As she spoke, she squeezed to the edge of the hospital bed, crowding out the man who had been sitting there, her eyes piercing sharply behind him.

But the woman was completely oblivious.

Clearly, Hope was an ungrateful child, forgetting her dad who had painstakingly looked after her for years once she had her mom!

Just then, the phone rang, and Christopher promptly got up to take the call outside.

Benny Palmer.

"Hello."

"What’s going on? I heard Hope was found, and the designer has admitted her identity too! Is she really Amelia Garcia?!" Benny, surprised and disbelief overturned, hurriedly called to confirm.

President Hart asked coldly, "How many spies have you placed around me?"

"Oh come on, just tell me! Don’t change the subject!"

"What’s there to say? She is Amelia Garcia. The paternity test is written clearly in black and white, and besides, she just admitted it herself," Christopher replied.

Benny was puzzled, "Then why did the previous test with the hair come out negative? And, didn’t you say she had a mole on her body that disappeared too?"

At these points, Christopher was also confused.

"You’re asking me? Who do I ask!" He retorted irritably.

"Strange indeed... Amelia Garcia has made me see her in a new light, managing to play you for a fool."

President Hart’s pride was challenged, and his tone became even more impatient, "Fine, Hope is sick, and I’m busy here. Don’t bother me if it’s nothing urgent!"

After hanging up the phone, he was about to turn back when he noticed a voice message from Lucas King on WhatsApp.

He casually opened the message.

"President Hart! I’ve figured it out! The time we used hair for the DNA test, did you pull out a wig?" Lucas King’s tone was very excited.

A wig?

Christopher Hart furrowed his brows tighter, his confusion deepening.

He sent back a question mark.

Immediately, Lucas King called: "I mean... many girls wear hairpieces! Some are made of polyester fibers, others from real hair."

Christopher Hart felt like he had opened the doors to a new world, asking cluelessly, "What do they wear those for?"

"To make their hair look thicker and their hairline lower!"

"..." What on earth is a hairline.

Seeing he wasn’t speaking, Lucas King understood and couldn’t help but diss, "I knew you definitely wouldn’t understand anything! The importance women place on their hairlines is no less than their pursuit of weight loss and bust size! After giving birth, your wife must be experiencing some hair loss, wearing a hairpiece can make her hair look fuller and make her appear younger!"

Christopher Hart didn’t respond and hung up, heading back.

Amelia Garcia was sitting at the bedside, the mother and daughter shared a loving scene together.

He walked over and yanked at Amelia Garcia’s hair with his hand.

"Ah!" Amelia Garcia, caught off guard, almost got pulled up like a carrot and hurriedly protected her hair, turning back and scolding, "Are you sick?!"

He looked baffled, "Is this your hair?"

"Could it be yours?"

Amelia Garcia felt he really was showing more and more potential to be a lunatic!

Hope, lying on the bed, watched with considerable presence despite being sick, "Daddy! You’re bullying Mommy again! Hmph! If you keep this up, I won’t like you anymore!"

Christopher Hart stroked the hair between his fingers and looked closely again, indeed it was her own hair.

"You didn’t wear a hairpiece?"

A hairpiece?

Amelia Garcia blinked, looking at his confused, inquisitive face, and suddenly it dawned on her!

Could he really have plucked her hair for a paternity test?

And accidentally got a piece of the wig?

When? How had she not noticed at all?

Amelia Garcia didn’t respond, but the expression on her face had given the answer.

—Indeed, she had worn one.

Christopher Hart suddenly felt so stupid, so foolish, and for a moment he was seething with frustration!

"You wait, I’ll settle these scores with you, one by one!"

Amelia Garcia: "..."

It wasn’t like he was the Accountant, constantly looking to settle accounts with her, ridiculous!

Fuller handled the hospital admission procedures, and Hope moved to the sickroom.

Snow Fitch saw the child’s fever had subsided and was relieved, so he left first.

Before leaving, however, he pulled Amelia Garcia aside and whispered a long conversation in secret.

After seeing off her best friend, Amelia Garcia returned, and Christopher Hart glanced at her, mocking, "Did you figure out how to hide your lover?"

"Can you speak more civilly?!"

"Some random man?"

"..."

"A foreigner?"

"..."

She couldn’t keep up, choosing to ignore him instead.

"Hope needs to rest more; you come out, let’s have a proper talk," Christopher Hart saw she was staying by the bedside, obviously trying to avoid him, and deliberately didn’t let her escape.