Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 84: On Tiptoes for a Kiss

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: On Tiptoes for a Kiss

Chapter 84: Reaching on Tiptoes for a Kiss

Wendy Hart and Lily Garcia had come together.

Wendy sat in a wheelchair, her face consistently worn and sickly, the very image of illness.

Lily, however, looked well, seemingly her fainting that day was merely due to excessive emotion; her health was not in any real jeopardy.

Of course, Christopher did not know that her health was fine, her fainting had been feigned, and her hospitalization was part of a Bitterness Strategy.

Seeing his sister and Lily arrive together, Christopher already understood the purpose of their visit.

He was secretly relieved that the woman had argued with him fiercely last night and left in a huff.

Otherwise, she would have been caught in the act today.

As the two entered, Christopher watched them coolly without initiating conversation.

Wendy and Lily discreetly surveyed the whole ward, and after exchanging a glance, it was evident they didn’t expect to find the "mistress" they were looking for absent.

Coming up empty, they could only understand each other’s unspoken thoughts, not daring to reveal a thing.

Afterward, Wendy turned to her brother and spoke up, "Brother, I heard from mom that Hope is sick again, so Lily and I came to see her."

With that said, she turned toward her little niece in bed, her face alight with a warm smile, "Hope, are you feeling any better? Have you been listening to the doctor?"

Although Hope was young, she was quite astute.

This aunt of hers, although always smiling during their encounters, somehow failed to endear herself to Hope.

Yet her aunt hadn’t treated her poorly, so basic courtesy was still due.

"Hello, Auntie, I’m fine, I just had a fever, and it’s almost gone now," she replied.

"Is that so? That’s good," Wendy wheeled towards the bed, reaching out to touch her niece’s cheek, her smile growing warmer, "Oh dear... look at you, your little face has gotten so thin. When we get back, I’ll have Aunt Harper make you some tasty food to help you recuperate."

Christopher listened to his sister express concern for her daughter and his cold expression softened slightly.

Hope, uncomfortable with her aunt’s touch but not wanting to refuse, could only manage a shy smile before lying down and burrowing into the covers.

Meanwhile, Lily watched Christopher, her eyes brimming with infatuated love.

Seeing that the man had no intention of speaking to them, she felt compelled to initiate conversation, "Christopher, I heard from your mother that Hope was taken away a few days ago—such a big incident, why didn’t you tell us? We could have at least helped with the search."

As soon as Lily spoke, the ease in Christopher’s face tightened once again.

"No need, just take care of your own health, Hope is not your responsibility," he replied.

..." Lily was left with no face to save by his remark.

Wendy looked towards her brother, "Brother, it’s not right for you to say that. Lily is your fiancée, and in the future, she will be Hope’s mother. It’s only right and good for her to care about Hope."

Christopher gazed at his sister, his eyes profound.

Truthfully, he understood Wendy’s deep desire to help Lily.

After all, Lily had saved her life.

In the past, he really didn’t mind; to marry was to marry, and it was his duty to repay the favor.

But now, knowing Amelia Garcia was alive and right beside him, he suddenly couldn’t settle for any less.

All those events from the past, whether they were misunderstandings or reality, he didn’t want to pursue them anymore.

Having lost four years, he truly understood his own feelings.

—Even if that woman had once betrayed the Hart Family and framed his sister, he still couldn’t let go.

It was just that in the past he hadn’t wanted to admit it, but now, having recovered what was lost, he realized that possession was what mattered most.

He hadn’t anticipated that the desire to break off the engagement was expressed more than once and that even an astronomical compensation was offered, yet Lily Garcia still disagreed...

Christopher Hart felt displeased and remained silent, not speaking for a moment.

Unexpectedly, Hope Hart, lying in her bed, saw her father distressed and suddenly shouted, "Stop making dad struggle! It’s me who doesn’t agree. I don’t want Aunt Lily to be my mom, I have a mom."

The adults were all taken aback.

Wendy Hart looked at her niece and smiled, "Hope, children shouldn’t butt into adults’ matters."

"But this matter involves me."

"..." Wendy fought back her disgust and continued to smile, "Then let me ask you, Aunt Lily is so nice, why don’t you like her?"

"There’s no reason, I just don’t like her." Hope’s childish and cute voice was firm. Without waiting for Wendy to reply, she suddenly added, "Actually, I don’t really like you either."

"..."

At her words, the atmosphere immediately stiffened awkwardly.

Christopher looked at his daughter and slightly furrowed his brows, "Hope."

The little girl pouted, her eyes filled with grievance as she looked down and muttered, "Sorry..."

Indeed, children shouldn’t be involved in adult matters.

Christopher stood up, walking outside, "Hope needs to rest, let’s talk outside."

He led the way, with Wendy Hart and Lily Garcia following behind.

Lily Garcia looked pale and silently tugged at Wendy’s sleeve, who gave her a reassuring glance, and they followed as if nothing was wrong.

A few steps behind, Lily Garcia gazed at the man’s silhouette, tall and distinguished, with infatuated eyes, yet her heart flowed with resentment.

The group arrived at the sky bridge, and just as Christopher turned around, before he could speak, Lily Garcia suddenly threw herself at him, hugging him.

His inertia made him step back, his expression darkening instantly.

His right shoulder was still not healed, and he couldn’t twist his arm back, so he could only try to pull away with his left hand.

But Lily Garcia was clinging on tightly, like an octopus, and he couldn’t shake her off.

"Christopher, I don’t agree with the divorce, I love you... I can’t lose you, I’ll agree to any condition you set, except for divorce..." The woman desperately tried to burrow into his embrace, pleading through her tears.

Christopher was extremely disgusted but could not pull away with one hand and only managed to grip her arm tightly.

From a distance, it looked like the two were embracing tightly, deeply in love.

"Let go, we can talk this out," the man said coldly.

"No! I miss you, I can’t eat or sleep, you do care about me, why must you punish me like this... I’ve already done this much for you, can’t you just be a little nicer to me, out of pity?"

"..."

"Christopher... I love you, can we get married? Let’s get married once Hope’s surgery is over... I don’t need a wedding, I don’t need a diamond ring, I don’t need anything... Let’s just go register our marriage, just registration, okay?"

Lily Garcia lifted her head in his embrace, her eyes brimming with tears, pitifully begging.

But Christopher found even a glance at her annoying.

He turned his head away.

Seeing this from her wheelchair, Wendy couldn’t stand it anymore and advised, "Brother, you have to have at least a little conscience, don’t you? Lily is my life-saving benefactor, and you’re my dear brother—if I could repay this debt, I wouldn’t make things difficult for you."

Christopher replied coldly, "I can compensate with money, five hundred million, I’ve already reached an agreement with Michael Garcia."

"I don’t want money! I don’t want to be with you for money, I love you! I love you to the point of no return!" Lily Garcia became agitated, suddenly embraced him, and tiptoed up to kiss him.