Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 83: Kiss First

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Kiss First

"Noah, Ethan?!"

She gasped in surprise and sat up joyfully, hugging the two little ones.

"How did you come back? Did Aunt Jones bring you?"

The brothers smiled mysteriously and shook their heads.

No?

Confused, she caught a glimpse of a figure appearing in the bedroom doorway.

Looking up, she was shocked into a stupor.

That person—

Kane tantalizingly tossed his big wavy curls and struck a seductive pose like a modern lady, leaning against the door frame while making a flirty eye at her.

Amelia Garcia shuddered with fright, trembling all over, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Kane? What... what happened to you—"

Oh my God!

It was embarrassingly awful to see!

"Kane is so funny! He scared Aunt Jones yesterday, she nearly tripped while walking!" Ethan pointed at the tall figure at the door, posing and primping, and laughed so hard he could barely straighten up.

Amelia gulped, regained her composure, and asked in surprise, "You didn’t leave yesterday?!"

The man stood at the doorway, considering it a girl’s boudoir and not stepping in.

"In times like these, how could I leave you to face that bastard alone? To love someone is to prove it with actions! Even if he caught me and threw me in jail, I wouldn’t be afraid!" Kane declared passionately.

Amelia: "..."

She didn’t know how to respond to that.

"But don’t worry, he won’t recognize me with this disguise," Kane said, knowing she was avoiding his advances and considerately changing the subject. "Look, isn’t my Disguise Technique pretty good?"

With that said, he lifted his curls and twisted again.

Amelia closed her eyes in "pain"...

She feared her little heart couldn’t take it.

Meanwhile, Noah and Ethan burst into laughter and even ran over to playfully hide under his large skirt, playing hide and seek.

"Stop it, stop it! I’m a beauty now, it’s rude for you to do this, come out!" Kane scolded, lifting his skirt and calling out with a whine.

Listening to his coquettish voice, Amelia forcibly resisted the urge to vomit and got up to wash and get ready for the day.

Kane hadn’t left, and her worries hung in the air again.

Last night, she had forcefully left the hospital, and Christopher Hart did not obstruct her.

But with his character, he’d likely soon find an excuse to take her back.

She also wondered if he would continue to pursue the "kidnapping" of Hope.

If he did, Kane staying would still be risky.

After washing up, she came out to find breakfast laid out on the table, brought in from outside.

As they sat down to eat, Amelia thought it over and advised, "Kane, you should go back to your country. I can handle things here. If he finds you, it would be troublesome if he insists on holding you responsible."

Kane took off the wig cap, dining elegantly, and replied with indifference, "He won’t find any evidence, and even if he sends me to the police, I’ll be out quickly."

"Are you so sure?"

"Noah said, "Of course! We’ve planned everything meticulously!"

Speaking of meticulous planning, Amelia grew curious.

"What exactly did you do that day to take your sister from the hospital?"

Noah pouted and assumed a dismissive air, saying nonchalantly, "It’s like... finding out that person was hospitalized, we figured my sister would definitely go there, so we went to the hospital early to wait. Kane hacked into the hospital’s surveillance system, I saw that person taking you away, and also saw my sister alone in the ward. When she left, I intentionally appeared in front of her."

Hope had been constantly talking about her older brothers, and as soon as she saw him, she immediately ran after him.

That’s how Kane and his group managed to take her away with a mix of coaxing and deceiving.

Aunt Harper, although she followed closely, was after all an elderly person and her reflexes couldn’t keep up with the younger ones—besides, they had been well-prepared.

After listening, Amelia looked at her son’s bright, sparkling eyes and for a moment did not know whether to praise or scold him.

Ethan, his mouth stuffed with food, mumbled, "Mom, my sister’s so pitiful. She really likes ice cream, but that person wouldn’t let her have any. Once we steal my sister back, I’ll make sure she gets all the tasty things!"

Amelia stroked her younger son’s head, smiled, and said, "Your sister isn’t well, she can’t eat those things."

"What can my sister eat then? I’ll buy it for her!"

"Um, when the day comes that your sister comes back, you can ask her yourself."

Noah blinked his perplexed eyes and asked, "Mom, when can my sister come back?"

"Your sister... she needs to undergo a major surgery. After her surgery, we’ll find an opportunity."

In truth, she had already firmly decided to leave her daughter with Christopher Hart, planning to take her sons and once again flee far away.

Yet, looking at the two pairs of hopeful, eager eyes, she couldn’t bear to say it, afraid that it would break her sons’ hearts.

They were very responsible, good brothers.

After the meal, Amelia returned to her studio.

The domestic work had just started not long ago and was in a state of many loose ends that had yet to be sorted out. With the recent public opinion turmoil, she knew many employees were planning to resign; she had to go back to pacify their spirits.

Moreover, since she planned to leave, she couldn’t lose the domestic market, so she had to find an excellent manager in the short term to take over when she left.

But even on her way there, her phone rang.

She frowned at the caller ID and, without thinking, hung up.

She thought he would harass her again, but to her surprise, after hanging up, the phone went quiet; he didn’t call back.

In the hospital room, Christopher Hart put down the phone, looking toward his daughter on the bed, who gazed back with anticipation. He shrugged slightly, "Mommy didn’t answer the phone."

The little girl was eagerly waiting, and upon hearing this, she immediately got angry.

"Hmph! You must have bullied Mommy again! We were having so much fun before going to sleep last night!"

Christopher had been having a tough time lately, feeling quite weary.

Seeing his daughter becoming less close to him—always mentioning Mommy—he suddenly asked with a sad expression, "Baby, don’t you like Daddy anymore?"

Hope turned to look at him, noticing that Daddy was sad, and hastily changed her tune, "Not exactly... of course, I like Daddy."

"Then give Daddy a kiss first."

He leaned forward.

The little girl immediately planted a "smack" on him.

"But I want Mommy too. Why can Oliver’s Mommy be with him every day, and my Mommy is always gone?"

Watching his daughter’s aggrieved look, Christopher’s eyes filled with distress. He squeezed his daughter’s hand and gently promised, "Daddy guarantees, in a few days, you’ll see Mommy every day. She’ll eat with you, play with you, bathe you, and tell you stories, okay?"

"That’s great! You have to keep your word!"

"Of course!"

"Come on, pinky promise! If you break your word, I won’t want you as my Daddy anymore!"

Mr. Hart was quite speechless but still extended his hand to make a promise with his daughter.

Suddenly, the door to the hospital room was pushed open, and Christopher Hart looked up, his face’s tender doting instantly turning grim.