Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 78: Bitten During a Forceful Kiss

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Bitten During a Forceful Kiss

"You’re shameless! I’m discussing something serious with you!" Amelia Garcia snapped in anger and humiliation.

"How is this topic not serious?" he asked earnestly in return.

"..." Amelia was at a loss for words again.

This jerk! He’s becoming more shameless with age!

Seeing her about to leave in a huff, Christopher Hart quickly grabbed her.

"Let go!"

"I’ll let you go only if you don’t walk away, we need to settle this today!"

The woman didn’t respond, twisted her arm to break free from his grip, took a step back, and said defensively with a flushed face, "What’s unclear about it? If you give Hope to me, you definitely won’t agree. Since that’s the case, I won’t make it difficult for you."

"Seeing how much you love her, I won’t fight with you for her. Once she’s done with the surgery, I will quietly leave and never disturb your life again."

"However, if you remarry, you must find a wife who will be good to Hope—that’s my only wish."

Christopher Hart forced himself to listen to her until she finished, his brows furrowing more intensely.

"You let her finally have a mother, only to lose her again?" the man asked angrily.

"What can I do then? There are countless divorced couples in the world, and their children get through it, don’t they?"

Actually, Amelia’s heart was incredibly reluctant to leave, but what else could she do besides pretend to be carefree?

The Hart family despised her so much, she dared not have any illusions about the future.

"You—you really are..." Christopher Hart pointed at her, restrained himself again and again, clenching his finger into a fist, and pulled back, "Hope having you as a mother is really tragic."

Amelia turned her face away, fighting back the tears in her eyes.

"I thought after a few years, you might have changed a bit, but I see you’re still the same."

Amelia, not willing to give in, retorted, "How have I changed? Be clear about what you’re saying!"

"Don’t you remember what you’ve done? You can dislike Wendy, dislike my mother, dislike every member of the Hart family; how you treat them doesn’t matter. But Hope is your biological daughter, how can you say such cold-hearted and merciless things about her?"

"Fine, then give me my daughter!"

"In your dreams!"

Both of them, red-faced and heated like fighting cocks, neither willing to back down.

Amelia’s mind was too chaotic.

These past few days, one messy situation followed another, leaving her with no time to even catch her breath.

Especially having not seen her son in a long time and with no news from Kane, she was constantly uneasy.

Now she was trapped by this jerk, unable to leave, and had to endure his false accusations and quarrel with him—life was nothing short of purgatory!

After holding back her anger in silence for a few seconds, she swung her hand and walked away again.

But Christopher Hart reached out to grab her again.

Whether his right arm had healed, she didn’t know, but it wasn’t slung across his chest now—just like how Emma Carter didn’t realize her son’s arm was injured when she saw him earlier.

"Where do you think you’re going? Did I say you could leave?"

"Let go!"

"I haven’t agreed for you to go anywhere!"

The two pushed and shoved; one desperately struggling, the other refusing to let go.

Unable to bear it any longer, Amelia’s emotions collapsed, and she lifted her hand to slap him in anger.

But Christopher Hart reacted quickly, catching her slender wrist before her hand could land, twisting it forcefully, and pinning her entire arm behind her back.

"Uh..."

This move also pressed her against his chest, and the infuriated man, without any hesitation, leaned down and kissed her.

This small mouth, only likable when kissing.

It’s really annoying when she talks!

Amelia Garcia was kissed and instantly felt ashamed, annoyed, and angry.

But the more she struggled, the tighter the man’s arm constricted around her.

She pushed out her chest and held her head up high, forcefully confined in his embrace, enduring his perverted punishment.

"Christopher Hart! Uh... bastard! Let go of me!"

She kept shaking her head, turning it side to side.

Christopher Hart’s right arm was injured and couldn’t exert much force; the pain made him loosen his grip slightly.

"It’s been years, and look at you now! Now you hit people at the drop of a hat, huh?" he said through clenched teeth, breathing heavily, his tone dangerously provocative.

Amelia Garcia, with her lips bruised red from his assault, cursed bitterly, "It’s because you’re all so despicable! You deserve to be hit!"

Upon hearing this, his eyes suddenly darkened, and without another word, he bent down and kissed her again.

"..."

Asshole! Hoodlum! This is too much!

Amelia Garcia, furious, didn’t care if it hurt him or if he could face others afterward, suddenly bit his lip.

And she did it mercilessly hard.

The next second, Christopher Hart, as if electrified, forcefully pushed her away!

He glanced incredulously at the woman, covered his mouth with his hand, and when he removed it, there was fresh blood on his palm.

"Are you a dog?!" he exclaimed, pain causing his lips to twitch, his eyes fiercely intense.

Watching his blood-stained mouth, Amelia Garcia finally felt a bit of relief and snapped, "So only you can act like a hoodlum, and others can’t fight back? If you dare treat me like this again, I’ll tear your mouth apart!"

For some reason, seeing her fierce demeanor unexpectedly thrilled Christopher Hart, and he even eagerly anticipated the day he would completely "conquer" her!

Dropping those words, Amelia Garcia stepped back a few steps, making sure he wouldn’t come closer, then turned and hurriedly ran away.

Christopher Hart touched his bleeding mouth again, cursed loudly.

Damn woman! Just you wait!

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Amelia Garcia didn’t return to the hospital room but left the hospital directly.

Now that Hope was safe, her main concern was her two sons.

She didn’t know where Kane had taken them.

She called, but it wasn’t answered, though a message quickly came on WhatsApp asking if she was "safe."

Understanding Kane’s precautions, she immediately replied on WhatsApp, and then Kane initiated a call.

After learning Kane’s location, Amelia Garcia took a taxi and intentionally changed vehicles twice midway to ensure no one was following her before she went to find Kane.

As soon as her sons saw her, they immediately rushed to hug her.

"Mommy, I missed you so much!"

"Mommy, we thought you were going to be locked up by that man and never come back!"

Amelia Garcia touched a head with each hand, looking into her sons’ hopeful and excited eyes, and her tumultuous heart felt significantly soothed.

"How could Mommy bear to leave you? I would definitely find a way to come back."

Having said that, she remembered some very important matters and got her two sons to sit down, her expression turning a bit more serious.

"Noah, can you tell Mommy, when did you know about your sister?"

The little guy, knowing his mom had figured everything out and there was no point in hiding it anymore, honestly confessed everything.

"I originally wanted to ask Kane for help, to smuggle our sister out so we could all go back together, but unfortunately, she ate too much ice cream yesterday, fell sick with a fever, and Aunt Fitch said since our sister has special health conditions, the fever is very dangerous, so we had to rush her to the hospital..."

Kane jumped in, "If the little girl hadn’t suddenly fallen ill, we would be in Macau by now, preparing to leave the country."

"That’s right!" Ethan exclaimed, excited, "The helicopter even came!" and then, feeling dejected, added, "Ah... it’s such a pity, we were one step away."