Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 92: You’re remarrying, yet you come to me talking about reconciliation?

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: You’re remarrying, yet you come to me talking about reconciliation?

Christopher Hart frowned, "She went to find you?"

"That’s not the point. Anyway, I don’t care what she says to me. I just don’t want my daughter, whom I risked my life to give birth to, to be abused by such a mean-spirited woman."

"Hmph, you care about her now? When she was prematurely born and barely alive, and you abandoned her, didn’t you think about the future?"

"I had no choice! And I didn’t abandon her; I knew only you could save her, could keep her alive!"

"Then why did you leave? And why did you go to the lengths of faking your own death?"

At this point, Christopher’s inner hatred surged uncontrollably.

Her faking death meant she had resolved never to meet or recognize her daughter for the rest of her life.

What kind of heartless and cruel mother would do that!

Amelia Garcia, emotionally agitated, held back the stinging heat in her eyes and shook her head, "I don’t want to discuss this now. Step back ten thousand steps; it doesn’t matter who Hope’s stepmother is, but Lily Garcia is a no-go. I fear for what would happen to Hope in her hands; she could be killed without anyone knowing."

Amelia’s words were not groundless.

Living under the same roof with Lily Garcia for so many years, she knew firsthand how hypocritical and cruel they both were.

She had witnessed Lily Garcia beat and dismember the family’s pet cat simply because it accidentally scratched her new dress.

She at times felt that Lily Garcia was mentally unstable.

On the surface, she appeared gentle and friendly, always with a welcoming smile, but beneath that was a malicious ruthlessness, stopping at nothing to achieve her goals, completely amoral.

Just considering her willingness to donate one of her kidneys to marry into the Hart Family showed she wasn’t mentally sound.

Hearing how grave Amelia described it, Christopher glanced at her with a slight frown, "Lily is not as terrifying as you say. She has always tried to please Hope; it’s Hope who doesn’t accept her."

"Ha!" Amelia laughed, "It seems that even after all these years together, you still don’t know her."

Then she nodded, "That’s right, love is blind. Besides, she has always been good at pretending in front of you."

The man glanced at her, "What are you implying? That I’ve been deceived by her?"

"Who knows? Some people have eyes only to keep their facial features balanced."

"..." The man’s expression darkened slightly, "Can you speak properly?"

"Aren’t your words just as hurtful?"

The two of them started arguing again.

Just then, the hospital room door was knocked on, and the doctor came in, reminding them that Hope needed to undergo a checkup.

They had no choice but to take the child for the checkup first.

While waiting, Amelia looked at him and reasoned with emotion and logic.

"I grew up in a blended family myself, and I know very well the discomfort and insecurity of living under someone else’s roof. Kind stepmothers who treat their stepdaughters as their own are rare, and given the deep grudge Lily Garcia holds against me, she won’t treat Hope well—believe me."

Christopher remained unmoved, his expression stern.

Amelia continued to persuade, "Do you really want my childhood to repeat itself with Hope? Christopher! I’m begging you, let me have Hope. I promise I won’t stop you from seeing her; you’ll still be her father."

"Your childhood won’t repeat itself with Hope. I will protect her. If anyone dares to touch a hair on her head, I’ll make them pay!"

Christopher certainly knew her childhood had been unhappy, primarily because her biological father, Michael Garcia, led the wrongdoing, allowing Fiona Marshall to bully her stepdaughter.

But Hope was his most cherished, and he would not allow anyone to mistreat her.

"However much you protect her, you can’t be with her twenty-four hours a day. As long as they live under the same roof, Hope won’t have a peaceful life."

Seeing her earnest and anxious, Christopher stared at her for a while, then suddenly said, "Since you’re so worried, have you never thought about remarrying me?"

Remarry?

Amelia stared at him as if he were a monster, "You’re getting remarried, yet you’re here talking to me about reconciling?"

Christopher hadn’t answered when Hope came out after her examination.

Seeing both of their faces looking upset, the clever girl pouted and said angrily, "Dad, are you picking on Mom again? You always fight whenever you meet, don’t you ever consider my feelings?"

Amelia felt embarrassed and quickly stroked her daughter’s face, soothing her: "We weren’t fighting, just discussing matters."

"Don’t lie to me, I’m not a little baby anymore, I understand everything."

"..." The adults were momentarily speechless and decided to accompany Hope back to her hospital room.

Amelia’s phone rang, she looked at the caller ID and quietly hung up.

It was Kane, probably asking when she was going to return.

She had intended to get off work early to spend time with the brothers, but it was already delayed until night.

"Hope, Mommy has to go now, but I’ll come back to be with you during your surgery, okay?"

Hope immediately frowned, grabbed her hand urgently and protested, "No... You just got here and now you’re leaving, I don’t want you to."

Amelia looked at the man who had entered the room and stayed silent, signaling him with her eyes to persuade the child.

But President Hart ignored her, instead moving a few steps farther to sit down on the sofa.

She: "..."

"Mommy, you didn’t finish what you were saying earlier about me staying with big brother. When will that be?"

Hope suddenly brought up the past incident, startling Amelia.

"Um... this, Mommy needs to plan it first, I’ll let you know when everything is arranged," she deliberately turned her back to the man, lowering her voice to soothe her daughter.

But Christopher still heard her.

As the woman was leaving, the man stood up and followed her, "I’ll walk you out."

"!!!" Amelia was startled and turned around to look at him, stuttering, "No, no need! You stay with Hope!"

The man walked forward and opened the door for her.

"..."

Inside the elevator, the silence was eerie. Amelia counted the floors, waiting to sprint out as soon as they reached the ground floor.

Christopher suddenly spoke, "Have you considered what I just mentioned?"

"What?" She turned to look at him, then realized, "You mean reconciling?"

Seeing him silent, his expression stern, Amelia scoffed without words: "I know you didn’t want to marry me back then. It was Grandpa’s will, and you had no choice. Truth is, I didn’t want to marry you either."

"A man who couldn’t even trust me the bare minimum, should I entrust him with the rest of my life? Divorce was a relief for you, and likewise for me. Do you think I’d jump into that fire pit again?"

The more she spoke, the uglier Christopher’s expression became.

These days, he had more than once put down his dignity and pride, reaching out for reconciliation.

But she rebuffed him each time with cold sarcasm.

Heh! Bold!

The elevator reached the ground floor, and the doors opened.

Amelia stepped out.

Christopher, with one hand on the door button, looked up as she walked away and unexpectedly said, "Back then, you were protected by Grandpa from facing prison. Now that Grandpa is gone, there’s no one to protect you."

Amelia felt baffled and suddenly turned back, frowning, "What do you mean?"