Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 77 Did I Fail You for Those Three Years?

Chapter 77: Chapter 77 Did I Fail You for Those Three Years?

He gently cradled his daughter, his large palm stroking her small face as he took a close look.

The little girl had fair and delicate skin, with a conspicuous red mark on her right cheek.

Seeing this, a look of tenderness overflowed in his eyes.

If anyone else had raised a hand to her, he would have certainly returned the blow tenfold, a hundredfold.

But today the one who had abused his daughter was her own grandmother, and besides anger and rage, he felt helpless.

Amelia watched him, her heart also filled with mixed emotions.

At this point, she couldn’t tell for sure whether her decision all those years ago had been right or wrong.

At the time, she only thought about her daughter’s survival, certain that leaving her with him was the best option, never imagining that the Hart family’s aversion and rejection of her would extend to her daughter.

Listening to her little girl’s grievances just now was like her heart being sliced with a knife.

They say affection skips generations, but Emma Carter actually subjected such an adorable granddaughter to verbal abuse!

Just the thought of that scene was enough to make her feel like she was suffocating.

"Daddy, I’m okay now." Hope was a very sensitive child. Though she was in her daddy’s arms, her big eyes were keenly observing her mommy’s reaction.

Seeing that her mommy was upset, she quickly grabbed her daddy’s hand and pushed it towards her mommy, energetically trying to mediate between the two, "Hurry and comfort mommy, the mean grandma hit her so badly!"

Both adults were caught off guard, and in the moment their eyes met, they were both surprised and embarrassed.

Amelia instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but Christopher Hart reacted extremely fast, grabbing it first.

In front of their child, it wasn’t appropriate for her to forcefully pull away, so she could only send him a "let go" look with her eyes.

But Christopher Hart was quite good at feigning ignorance.

He pretended not to have seen her signal and even took the opportunity to grip her hand tighter.

"Hope, you rest for now, Daddy and Mommy have to talk for a bit," he said, turning back to instruct his daughter, while his other hand gently ruffled the top of her head.

"Okay!" The little girl obediently snuggled back under the covers and lay down, then waved her hands at her mommy with a "go, go" gesture, looking adorably cute.

Amelia couldn’t help it, she was amused by her daughter’s antics.

Christopher watched her laugh, the coldness in his eyes warmed and softened a touch.

"Let’s go, we need to talk outside," he said in a low voice.

Indeed, it was time for a talk.

This time, Amelia didn’t refuse, and followed him as he turned and left the ward.

But as soon as they exited the ward, she pulled her hand free, displaying an air of unfamiliarity and distance.

Christopher glanced at his now empty hand, his lips twitching, but he said nothing.

The two of them went up to the rooftop terrace.

There was a shaded area, with a strong breeze and a cool atmosphere, suitable for conversation.

Christopher kept his gaze fixed on her intently, causing Amelia to feel anxious and agitated.

In order to break the awkward and ambiguous silence, as soon as they stopped, Amelia took a slight breath and broke the ice: "Thank you, for not revealing my identity in front of your mother just now."

Otherwise, it would have confirmed all the unflattering images Emma Carter painted of her—like being scheming and deceitful, among other things.

Furthermore, it would have implicated her daughter even more.

Christopher’s expression was serene, his gaze still fixed on her bright and delicate face.

They had been reunited for some days now, and previously due to uncertainty about her identity, his gaze always carried a measure of scrutiny and investigation, as if through a layer of fog, not seeing her clearly.

Now that he had finally confirmed her identity, gazing closely at her face, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity and closeness.

He had thought before that once the truth came out, he would definitely be so angry that he would strangle her.

But what he truly wanted to do now was to hug her tightly.

Of course, she would never allow it.

So he suppressed that thought and decided to have a good talk with her first, to clear up everything that needed to be said.

Listening to her thanks, Christopher Hart’s gaze shifted away for a moment, his sexy lips curling into a smile, "I never thought you’d one day be scuffling with my mother—did you vent all the resentment that’s been building up for years?"

Amelia Garcia kept a cold face, "I don’t love holding grudges that much."

Although, Emma Carter had treated her really badly in the past, belittling and ridiculing her, never really regarding her as a daughter-in-law.

"Then you are truly magnanimous."

"Thank you."

His lips curled again, and his demeanor lightened somewhat, "Let’s talk about what to do next."

"What to do next? We’ve been divorced for a long time. What’s done is done, and I faked my death to deceive you with the hope of never dealing with you again, completely detached."

"Then why did you come back?"

Amelia Garcia stared at him, correcting, "I didn’t actively come back; it was you and Lily Garcia who found my design order and insisted I return to the country to discuss the design draft with you in person."

Christopher Hart didn’t believe her gibberish, scoffed mockingly, "We didn’t know you, but you knew us, you could have refused."

"Yes, I admit I was negligent, thinking it’s a waste not to make easy money. Later when you asked me to return to the country to discuss the design draft, I was going to refuse. But just then, Snow Fitch told me that Hope was about to undergo major surgery, and I just couldn’t rest easy, so I took a chance—thinking I could earn the money and see my daughter, killing two birds with one stone."

"Ha, regretting it now?" he asked with mockery.

Amelia Garcia spoke candidly, "In life, there’s no such thing as regret. Being able to see Hope, to hear her call me ’mom’—even though she doesn’t know I’m her real mother, I’m content."

Thinking of her daughter’s sweetly adorable little face stirred a surprisingly warm sentiment in her otherwise cool demeanor, "I originally thought... I would never see her in this lifetime."

The topic suddenly turned melancholic, but hatred brewed within Christopher Hart.

"Back then, you really shouldn’t have chosen pride over happiness and suffered for it."

Amelia Garcia knew what he was referring to. She lifted her face, her expression cold and resolute again, "If I could go back in time, I would still make the same choice."

"..." Christopher Hart suddenly found himself at a loss for words and clenched his jaw in frustration.

He changed his mind then; this damn woman, she deserved to be strangled!

"As a child you were so cute, how did you grow up to be... so detestable!" he spat bitterly, as if talking to himself.

Amelia Garcia was stunned, her eyes locked onto him with surprise, clearly not expecting him to bring up their childhood.

After a pause, she quickly retorted, "Aren’t you the same? You used to be so warm as a child, but as you grew up you became more and more—"

His eyebrows knitted together, "More what?"

"More of a scumbag!" She wasn’t afraid to say it.

"I’m a scumbag?" Christopher Hart was extremely displeased, his tone rising involuntarily, "During three years of marriage, did I cheat or have an affair? I treated you well, no matter how busy or tired I was, I never neglected you—what, now you don’t remember?"

His righteous indignation poured out, but Amelia Garcia detected an ambiguous teasing in his words.

Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes, watery, stared at him, suddenly lost for words.

If they had to talk about marital duties, then his performance... was indeed notable.

But to brazenly discuss such matters, did he have no shame?

"Ha, blushing, I see. Seems like you haven’t forgotten." Perceiving her embarrassment, President Hart laughed and continued to tease.