Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 93: Sending Her to Jail

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Sending Her to Jail

"After all these years, are we still going to hold her responsible for framing Wendy Hart and send her to prison?"

Standing in the elevator, Christopher Hart casually slipped a hand into his pocket, his gaze heavy as he stared at her, "What I mean is, if you dare deceive Hope again, I guarantee you’ll taste what prison food is like."

What?

Amelia Garcia stared at him in shock, eyes wide.

However, as the elevator doors slowly closed, that cold, infuriatingly handsome face disappeared behind the doors.

Amelia stood there, dazed for a moment before regaining her composure, blinking in disbelief as she spat out, "What a person! She’s my own daughter!"

Inside the elevator, Christopher faintly heard her words and silently scoffed.

Now she remembers she’s her daughter? What was she thinking when she ran away back then? What was she thinking when she first returned to the country?

The little thing that refuses kindness and accepts punishment!

She should be pushed hard!

Dispelling his messy thoughts about women, Christopher stepped out of the elevator and took out his phone, dialing Lily Garcia’s number.

At that time, still in the hospital room with Wendy Hart, Lily, overjoyed upon receiving the call, quickly set down the fruit in her hand.

"Hehe, your brother is calling."

"Mhm, go ahead and answer," Wendy, weakened after surgery, barely managed to speak while half-lying down.

Lily shyly answered the call, "Hello, Christopher~"

Listening to her coquettish tone irritated Christopher, and he immediately asked, "Did you go see her today?"

"Her? Who?" Lily hadn’t caught on yet.

"That designer."

Christopher didn’t want to reveal Amelia Garcia’s identity yet and also didn’t want to mention Clarke Norton.

That name made him feel like a fool.

Lily’s coy smile froze instantly.

"Did she complain to you?"

Christopher ignored that, pressing on, "What did you do with her?"

Angry but fearing their recent reconciliation might shatter, Lily clenched her teeth to hold back her anger.

"I... I didn’t really say anything, just told her that we’re getting married and she should not harass you anymore."

After she spoke, without waiting for a reply, she quickly added, "I’m doing this for her own good! After all, being the third party is something people despise, I heard she was publicly beaten before..."

Christopher, uninterested in her explanation, cut her off, "You want the position of Mistress of the Hart Family, and I can give you that, but you’d better not meddle in the rest."

Lily was stunned, "Christopher, what... what do you mean?"

"Are these not your own words?"

Previously, when she had made a scene threatening to jump off the building and was then rescued, she had said—

"Christopher, as long as you don’t leave me, I can agree to any condition. I know you care for that woman because of Hope..."

"I want Hope to be happy too. As long as she agrees, she can often come home to be with Hope, I don’t mind at all..."

Lily fell silent for a moment, suddenly at a loss for words.

Clearly, she remembered what she had said.

But in that situation then, it was just a delaying tactic to keep her man.

What wife would accept her husband being clearly involved with another woman?

Seeing she had nothing to say, Christopher didn’t want to argue further, instructing, "When you have time, go choose a house. Once you’ve made your choice, contact Lucas King, and he’ll handle everything."

Realizing what he meant, Lily’s voice rose several pitches in shock and anger, "Are you asking me to live alone?!"

"I’ve said before, Hope is not your responsibility, so there’s no need for you to live together and play mother and daughter."

As he finished speaking, without waiting for a response, Christopher decisively ended the call.

Lily Garcia’s face turned iron blue as she clenched her phone, her breaths tight and rapid.

Wendy frowned, looking at her weakly and asked, "What’s wrong? What did my brother say?"

"Lily," Lily Garcia turned her head and started crying, sobbingly accusing, "How could your brother do this! He’s gone too far!"

Wendy grew anxious, "What exactly happened? Did he back out again?"

In order to get her brother to agree to this marriage, she had even "threatened" him with her life.

If it was still to no avail, wouldn’t her suffering have been in vain?

"He didn’t back out... He blamed me for going to that Fox Spirit, and said that after we get married I should live on my own and can’t live with Hope. He only offered me the status of a young Mrs. Hart..."

Lily Garcia sat down with a slump, wiping her tears and bitterly said, "He wasn’t like this before. Ever since that Fox Spirit appeared, he completely changed!"

Wendy struggled to sit up a bit. Just as she moved, she started wheezing and coughing.

Lily Garcia glanced at her, her face betraying impatience as she quickly shifted to a tone of concern, "Do just lie there, don’t move around..."

"Lily, have you ever doubted that woman’s identity?" Wendy asked seriously.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you really believe she just looks like Amelia Garcia?"

Lily Garcia’s face paled, "Are you saying she is Amelia Garcia?!"

"I have no evidence, but my intuition tells me she is."

"How... How could that be? I met her today, and I feel like besides her face, nothing about her manners, demeanor, habits, or personality match..."

"If she is deliberately hiding it, she would definitely disguise herself." Wendy calmed herself for a moment and then analyzed, "If she isn’t Amelia Garcia and is just a stranger, then her doting fondness for Hope is too strange. Think about it, what unmarried, beautiful woman would happily be chased around and called ’mom’ by a stranger’s child?"

Lily Garcia’s mournful face suddenly froze. She thought hard and exclaimed, "Yes! How have I never thought about this?"

Wendy coughed twice, and when she felt a bit better, she gave another piece of advice, "Try to find out that woman’s identity."

"But... even if I find out she is Amelia Garcia, what then?"

"If she really is Amelia Garcia..."

Wendy paused, her weak eyes emitting a hatred as she vaguely murmured after thought, "Then I’ll...send her to prison."

Lily Garcia was suddenly startled and, looking at her, was scared speechless.

"Wendy, you... you have a way?"

"Aren’t solutions thought up by people?"

Lily Garcia became excited, "Wendy, you’re amazing! As soon as that woman disappears, your brother will definitely treat me well again! Ohhh~ You’re so kind, thinking of me even while you’re ill..."

Wendy gave a weak smile and said, "What are we to each other, if not helping you then who should I help... Besides, it’s not all for you..."

In Wendy’s mind, if there was no Amelia Garcia in the world, she would still be her brother’s most beloved sister and the darling little princess of the Hart family.

But Amelia Garcia’s presence had divvied up her brother’s concern and love for her.

Back when the families were close, Amelia Garcia had even lived at the Hart home quite often.

Especially after Amelia Garcia’s mother passed away, the old master pitied her background and loved her even more than his own granddaughter.

They say humans are born good, but some people are inherently evil.

Wendy didn’t know when she had begun to detest this person, detesting her to the point of wishing she would just explode right there!

So she and Lily Garcia had designed many traps, framing "crimes" on Amelia Garcia, gradually eroding the Hart family’s fondness and trust for her.

Eventually, she was thrown out of the Hart house.

They thought she was dead from a difficult childbirth, ending it all.

But to their utter surprise, she hadn’t died but had eluded them for over four years and then suddenly returned.

Wendy’s eyes narrowed slightly as she pondered her strategies.

If that woman was indeed Amelia Garcia, then her return might not just be to see her daughter.

Thinking of what she had done, Wendy resolved to strike first and get ahead of any revenge the other might seek!