Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 74 Their Little Secret from Youth

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 Their Little Secret from Youth

Indeed, Amelia Garcia remained motionless, her tone distant, "There’s nothing between us worth discussing."

"You’ve deceived me for four years, isn’t there an explanation?"

"We were already divorced at the time, my life and death had nothing to do with you. What’s there to explain?"

Having calmed down, Amelia Garcia’s fighting spirit returned to normal, and she could now handle the situation with poise.

But Christopher Hart wasn’t so easily dismissed.

"Even if we were divorced, you are my daughter’s mother. Do you think you can completely sever our relationship?"

"..." She did not reply.

"Why didn’t you tell me when you first got pregnant? If I’d known, I definitely wouldn’t have let you suffer outside, without even a place to live."

Amelia Garcia remained silent, feeling a deep sourness well up inside her.

After their divorce, she returned to the Garcia family where Fiona Marshall and her daughter had ridiculed her, and Michael Garcia did nothing to defend her.

At that time, her heart had turned cold, and she swore that once she left that house, she would never return.

During the early months of her pregnancy, she was so sick that she could hardly leave her bed.

Although Christopher Hart had given her a substantial amount of money during their divorce, what she needed more was care and attention.

Luckily, she had a close friend.

Snow did nothing else those days but stay by her side, bringing her tea and water, showing warmth, and even took on tasks like bathing her.

So why had she just exploded her identity for Snow’s sake?

Because Snow was the only person in the world who truly cared about her, and she couldn’t let Snow be harmed.

In her hardest times, she had thought about lowering her head and actively seeking out Christopher Hart, using the child to tie him down.

But the message Snow brought was that he and Lily Garcia appeared together as a couple, sweet and loving.

Thinking back to the day of their divorce, Lily Garcia was in Christopher Hart’s passenger seat—that provocative, triumphant glance, she still remembered vividly.

Her illusions shattered, her mind cleared.

Even in her weakness, she had maintained a fundamental dignity in being human.

No matter how difficult or painful, she had to grit her teeth and persevere, without looking back or using misery to beg pity from a man who did not love her.

Enduring and enduring, she had persevered through it all.

Now her career was successful, her child healthy.

Everything was flourishing.

Once, when she was at the abyss, she never sought help from this man.

Now that the clouds had cleared, there was no need to entangle with him any longer.

Seeing her silence, Christopher Hart’s fine and gorgeous features took on an unshakably resolute air, and a slow anger started to rise within him.

He would rather have this woman argue and make trouble with him, make him responsible, hate him for being heartless—rather than this stagnant silence.

Knowing her weakness, Christopher Hart’s tone became heavier, "Have you never thought that if you had come back to me then, you could have received better care, and maybe our child wouldn’t have been born prematurely, and Hope wouldn’t have suffered so much these years!"

These words blamed their daughter’s suffering on her, the mother!

But that wasn’t the truth.

With triplets, the chances of premature birth were high, beyond anyone’s control.

But she couldn’t say that.

"We were already divorced, you had someone new by your side, how was I to know if I came back to you, I wouldn’t be forced to abort?"

Amelia Garcia turned to look at him, her single sentence leaving him speechless.

After a moment of silence, he adopted a tone that was both deeply wounded and self-mocking, "In your eyes, am I a bastard who could abandon his own flesh and blood?"

She also laughed derisively, "How would I know what you might or might not do? After all, you’re no longer the Christopher I once knew."

"One Christopher," a name that pulled both of their thoughts back to their youthful, vibrant days.

Christopher Hart was older than Amelia Garcia; she had always called him ’Brother Christopher’ since childhood, as a basic form of respect.

But at some point, she started to call him "Christopher," and Christopher Hart really enjoyed this nickname—it was like a little secret between the two of them, only she called him that.

Later on, a series of misunderstandings drove them further apart, and she stopped calling him altogether.

Even when they were married for three years, she rarely addressed him, and if she had to, she would call him by his full name, "Christopher Hart."

In Amelia Garcia’s heart, her Christopher had disappeared.

Christopher Hart’s expression turned blank as he stared at her, suddenly at a loss for words.

The hospital room was quiet, and Hope stared at them with wide eyes, suddenly bursting into loud cries.

"Baby, what’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Amelia Garcia was startled and quickly turned to comfort her daughter.

Christopher Hart also came over, holding his daughter’s hand worriedly, "Where does it hurt? Your head or your stomach? Daddy will call the doctor."

"I don’t..." the little girl sobbed heavily and wailed, "I don’t want mommy and daddy to fight, woo woo... I want mommy and daddy to be nice, I hate fighting... woo woo woo—"

The two adults looked at each other, their lips tightly sealed.

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The Hart Family only found out their granddaughter had been taken away and had been missing for nearly twenty-four hours after Hope was already found.

Emma Carter didn’t care for this granddaughter, not even a pretense of concern.

But she had to find her son!

The news of Lily Garcia’s suicide attempt had caused a stir, circulating throughout the high society.

They said that the illustrious Hart Family, acting hypocritically, had not only ruined a fine lady but had now driven her to attempt suicide.

The reputation of the Hart Family was in jeopardy.

But, unable to reach her son on the phone, she had no choice but to go to the hospital.

Unfortunately, just as Emma Carter arrived at the hospital, Christopher Hart had left again due to an urgent business matter.

In the hospital room, Amelia Garcia was alone, dozing off beside the bed.

Emma Carter pushed the door open, saw this scene, and without hesitating, walked over and shoved her.

"Have you no shame? Acting so entitled as the other woman, absolutely disgraceful!"

Amelia Garcia had not rested well last night at Christopher Hart’s villa, and was deeply asleep when she was suddenly shoved, nearly falling off her chair.

Turning around and seeing her former mother-in-law standing there, she felt a sudden panic.

Did Christopher Hart reveal her identity to his family?

Was Emma Carter here to drive her away?

Standing up, she faced Emma Carter, and before figuring out how to respond, the other woman berated her again: "What are you still standing there for? Get lost! Don’t think seducing my son makes you a phoenix who has risen to the top!"

Realizing her attitude, Amelia Garcia understood—apparently, Christopher Hart hadn’t told his family it was his former daughter-in-law here.

That would make things easier.

"Your son asked me to take care of the child here, if you have any complaints, talk to him about it."

As they talked, the sleeping Hope opened her eyes.

Bending down, she gently asked, "Are you awake, would you like some water?"

"Don’t use Christopher to pressure me! No matter how capable he is, he is still my son, and he should listen to me, his mother!"

Emma Carter was vehemently opposed to the woman in front of her.

"I’ll take care of the child, you just get lost! And don’t ever show your face around me again!"

After drinking some water, Hope looked at Emma Carter, her little face scrunched up as she retorted, "Wicked Witch! You are a Wicked Witch! I’m going to tell Daddy you’re bullying my mommy!"