Chapter 182: I’m Not Being a Hooligan, So How Did You Have Triplets?
Hope looked at her dear mom, who was gently coaxing the little boy, and she beca even more upset, suddenly shouting, "Bad brother! You’re stealing my mom! This is my mom! I don’t like you anymore!"
"Hope!" Alia Garcia was so frightened that she paled and instinctively called out to her daughter.
The next second, the little girl’s eyes filled with tears, and she imdiately started to cry, "Mommy yelled at ... Mommy doesn’t love anymore... Mommy has another baby now, boo hoo hoo..."
"Baby, that’s not true, mommy doesn’t love you any less..." Alia hurriedly stood up, apologizing and explaining as she reached out to hug her daughter.
But the little girl turned and threw herself into her father’s arms, tightly clinging to his neck.
Alia was so frustrated she could hardly breathe, feeling sorry for both her son and daughter. She imdiately turned her gaze to the instigator, "Are you satisfied now? Do you have to instigate until I’m to bla for everything? Do you have to make the siblings not get along with each other?"
"You caused the trouble, why are you getting angry at ?" Christopher saw his precious daughter crying and felt her pain just as much, his face looking equally upset.
In his view, the real culprit was the woman in front of him.
If she hadn’t hidden her pregnancy back then, their family would have been living happily ever after, free from the fractured state they were in now.
Even if she had co back to the country and not concealed her identity, simply telling the truth, even if it was a few years late, there was still ti to make ands, and things wouldn’t be as bad as they were now.
It was her who repeatedly let opportunities slip by, leading to the current situation.
Now that she couldn’t control the situation, she was blaming him?
The man retorted rcilessly, leaving Alia at a loss for words.
In front of the children, she didn’t want to show her fierce side, so she just had to hold it in again and again.
"Hope, do you want mommy to hug you? Your brothers love you very much. Haven’t you been playing happily together for such a long ti? Your brothers aren’t trying to take mommy away from you."
She tried her best to show gentle patience and coax her daughter, reaching out to pull at her little body.
But the little girl was very angry, hooking one arm around her dad’s neck and waving the other hand without looking back, refusing to let her mom hug her.
Alia’s heart felt like it was breaking.
Noah was watching from the side, his eyes reddening with self-reproach.
It was all his fault.
He shouldn’t have just told his sister like that. He should have discussed it with their mom first to figure out a better way to reveal the news.
"Don’t force her, let’s just eat," Christopher said, sowhat softened despite his irritation. He saw that both his son and the woman’s eyes were red, after all.
They would reconcile in the future, and the family was going to co back together.
What was the point of blaming each other and shirking responsibility?
What they needed was to be more considerate of each other and work together. That’s what they should be focusing on now.
So, he paused and then said softly, "She’s always been like this, quick-tempered. Just wait for her to calm down before talking."
Alia silently gave him a look, and seeing him sitting back down with their daughter in his seat, she also pursed her lips and sat down.
"Mom..."
Noah called out quietly, and she turned back to smile gently at her son, not daring to be too affectionate, she just took her eldest son’s hand under the table and gave it a squeeze, softly signaling, "Let’s eat, your sister will be fine in a bit."
"Mm..."
After this incident, the atmosphere at the dinner table beca oppressively silent.
Everyone was just quietly eating, no one spoke any more.
Hope sniffled, though she had stopped crying, her eyes were red and her little nose was red, looking extrely pitiful.
No matter how Christopher tried to coax her, she just shook her head, refusing to eat.
Christopher was very patient with his daughter.
So fathers would have lost their patience by now and left her, but he kept a gentle smile on his face as he held his daughter, awkwardly managing to eat with one hand.
Alia had no appetite.
She had never anticipated her daughter’s rejection.
She had imagined a beautiful picture.
——If one day her daughter found out that these two little brothers were her biological siblings, she would surely be thrilled, clapping and cheering, because that would an she could play with them every day and have two more people to love and protect her.
But reality was different: her daughter liked the two little brothers but didn’t want to share her mother with them.
Upon reflection, she could understand her daughter’s feelings.
Isn’t it the sa in many families?
Originally the only child, showered with all the affection, suddenly becos "rebellious" once a younger sibling arrives, feeling resentnt or even hostility towards the brother or sister.
So children, upon seeing their own mother holding another’s baby, would start to cry and fuss, not allowing their mother to hold anyone else.
It’s all the sa principle.
Moreover, Hope had lacked maternal love since she was young and was frail and sickly, less secure than most children.
Her reaction now was in tune with the true feelings of a child.
Thinking this way, Alia Garcia felt much more at ease in her mind.
She believed that, with ti, her sensible daughter would accept them, and the three siblings would surely love and cherish one another.
However, Alia Garcia’s thoughts were too simplistic...
After dinner, the sky had turned completely dark.
Originally, Alia didn’t intend to stay.
But now, her daughter was upset and she couldn’t bear to leave.
Otherwise, the little girl might feel that her mother only liked her brothers, only staying with them, thus growing more distant from her.
Still hesitating, Christopher Hart approached, giving her a weighted glance: "So, you’re still thinking of leaving?"
She pursed her lips, unsure how to respond.
On the floor, Hope was sullenly playing with her toys.
Her brothers ca over to play with her, but she snatched the toys back.
Alia’s brow furrowed as she watched, wanting to go over and help the children ease the atmosphere, but the man grabbed her arm before she could take a step.
"It might be better for you not to go, let them work it out themselves. Who would you speak for if you went?"
She looked at him, her face etched with worry, but had to admit that he made sense.
Of course, it was the daughter who was at fault, but siding with her sons would only make the little girl angrier.
"Aunt Harper has taken soone to prepare the rooms, just stay here," Christopher Hart said, knowing her hesitation, inviting her again.
Before she could speak, he added: "Don’t worry, there are plenty of rooms, I won’t force you back to the master bedroom."
With those words, his eyes roved over her body with a conqueror’s gaze.
Alia’s face reddened abruptly, and she glared fiercely at him, "Can’t you stop being a hooligan or will it kill you?"
"If I’m not a hooligan, how did you give birth to triplets?"
"!!!"
The woman stared at him, her face a mix of disbelief.
This bastard, had he started to take shalessness as fun?
She couldn’t even think of an insult.
Having his way with the woman, Christopher Hart breathed a sigh of relief.
In any case, his woman and children would surely live on his turf.
Turning towards the children, he coaxed his daughter gently: "Sweetheart, didn’t you say you wanted your brothers to help assemble the airplane after dinner?"
Hope said unceremoniously, "No! The airplane isn’t fun at all!"
"Then... what do you want to play? Can Daddy play with you all?"
"No! Daddy can only play with !" Saying this, Hope threw down her toy, stood up, and looked at her brothers defiantly, "You should go back now, I don’t want to play with you anymore."
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