Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy! Chapter 20 As soon as he opened the door, he stared straight

"He’s just a very handso and nice little brother, but he doesn’t believe my mommy is super pretty! So I want to bring a photo to show them!"

Christopher didn’t pay much attention to these words, considering it just a little friend his daughter had made. He raised his hand and gently ruffled her little head, coaxing with a smile, "Alright, it’s noon, ti to sleep. You’ll recover faster with more rest."

Hope Hart slowly lay down, tugging at her daddy’s arm and pleading with charm, "I want mommy to co and stay with . With mommy here, Hope’s sickness will surely get better quickly... Daddy, can you go find mommy for , please?"

Seeing his daughter’s pitiful look, Christopher couldn’t bear to refuse and nodded, "Okay."

"Then let’s pinky promise!" Hope Hart extended her tiny, fair and delicate hand and, in a darling way, hooked fingers with her daddy’s strong hand, only then contentedly lying down to go to sleep.

Lucas King, standing off to the side, spoke softly, "President Hart, I’ve found Miss Norton’s whereabouts. Should we invite her over?"

Christopher looked towards his assistant, his eyes thoughtful.

Lucas King leaned in, quietly suggesting, "This is a perfect opportunity to get the evidence we need. Just say Miss Hope is sick and insists on having her by her side. Ask her to co over for the sake of the child’s pitiful condition... Then, you can find a chance to get close to her and, when she’s not paying attention, just... pluck a hair!"

With a hair strand, they could perform a DNA test to confirm her identity!

Christopher glared at him, "That sounds rather sleazy."

"..." Lucas King said with an apologetic smile, "You’re so tall and handso, standing out like a proud tree in the wind, how could you be associated with the word ’sleazy’? No way."

"..." The man remained silent, his expression reticent.

A knock on the hospital room door shattered the quiet atmosphere.

Christopher looked up to see Lily Garcia.

"Miss Garcia," greeted Lucas King politely with a nod, then stepped out.

Lily Garcia smiled in response, entering in her high heels.

However, after only taking a few steps, she noticed Christopher looking sternly at her feet.

She imdiately realized and hastily tiptoed, softening her steps to silence the click of her heels.

"Christopher... I went ho, and the servants told Hope was sick..."

The woman approached the bedside, looking over the sleeping little girl with a tenderly distressed smile, and chastised, "The thing is, Christopher, why didn’t you tell Hope was sick? I could have co to take care of her. How can you handle staying up all night..."

"Keep it down, she just fell asleep." The man said in an unsentintal tone, stopping Lily Garcia in her tracks, her face turning extrely displeased.

After a while, the man stood up from the bedside and walked over to the sofa, asking in a deep voice, "Did you tell Wendy about that designer?"

Lily Garcia was startled and looked at him, "Did Wendy call you?"

"Mhm."

His sister had called that morning to inquire about the designer.

He had been busy at the ti and had given her a brief reply without going into detail.

Lily Garcia, looking at his expression, beca nervous and hesitated, "I just... I went to see her, and we brought it up in conversation by chance, I didn’t expect her to co and ask you..."

Christopher took a seat on the sofa, his long legs casually crossed, and as he slightly raised his gaze, an overwhelming sense of authority diffused through the air.

"Lily, I rember all that the Hart Family owes you. I’ve also promised to marry you after Hope completely recovers—but if you can’t wait, you’re free to choose soone else. For that debt, I’ll repay you with money. Just na your price."

Christopher rarely spoke so much with her, but his words now were clearly distancing himself.

Hearing this, Lily Garcia got a terrible fright and quickly sat beside him, clutching his arm and pleading, "Christopher, I didn’t an it like that... I’m not pressuring you to marry right away... It’s just that woman, she looks too much... too much like my sister, and Hope is so fond of her, of course I would... I would be worried."

"My mind isn’t muddled." His words implied that he knew very well who was who.

"Of course, I understand..." Lily Garcia carefully regarded him, pouting with a look of grievance, "But we’ve been together for so long, and you’ve always been hot and cold towards ; I don’t even know... if you really love ."

By the end of it, the woman’s eyes drooped and tears fell, looking utterly miserable.

But even so, the man offered no comfort, instead reasserting his position, "I’ve said before, if you feel wronged, or if you can’t wait, you can leave. Whatever the Hart Family owes you, I’ll try my best to compensate."

"Don’t!" Lily Garcia panicked, her tears falling even more fiercely.

"Christopher, I’m willing to give up everything for you. Don’t abandon , or else I really... really don’t want to live anymore... Anyway, with the way I am, I don’t even know how many years I have left. If I can’t live happily, I might as well just die now!"

Christopher Hart’s face beca gloomy, forcibly suppressing his displeasure, "Don’t wake up Hope."

"..." The woman imdiately pursed her lips, sobbing with a submissive, cowering deanor.

Christopher Hart was agitated and with a cold face, subtly turned away from her and got up to walk toward the balcony.

While wiping her tears, Lily Garcia cast a sideways glance in the direction of the hospital bed, the light that suddenly flashed in her eyes was fierce and venomous.

After leaving the hospital in the afternoon, Lily Garcia imdiately made a phone call.

"Have you taken care of the matter I instructed?" she asked.

The person on the other end of the line answered with ingratiating laughter, "Young Madam Hart, how could we not take your orders seriously! Don’t worry, the press release is already written, and we’ve found the right public accounts; it will be published tonight!"

"Hmm, buy so more internet trolls! I want her to be utterly discredited!"

"Rest assured, taking money to solve problems is our specialty."

After hanging up the phone, Lily Garcia angrily wiped her tears away, her face resolute and cold, showing none of the submissive or compliant appearance she had earlier.

The position of Young Madam Hart could only belong to her; she wouldn’t let anyone covet it!

After all, she was a great benefactor of the Hart Family; with this "get-out-of-jail-free card," what did she have to fear?

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Ever since Alia Garcia ignored that phone call, she had been feeling uneasy.

After making one call which she didn’t answer, the caller didn’t call again, which was really unlike Christopher Hart’s style.

Was he plotting sothing big again?

To be cautious, she had Shaw and the two brothers stay upstairs all afternoon.

Snow Fitch had found her a reliable nanny who started that afternoon. With soone to look after the boys, she felt sowhat reassured.

Busy until evening, her phone rang, and when she saw it was Shaw calling, she answered, "Is dinner ready? Wait a bit, I’m almost done; you guys go ahead and eat."

"What’s there to eat... Sister, you haven’t been online, have you? Hurry and check, sothing’s happened!" Shaw said urgently.

"What do you an?"

"A big V published an article saying that our Venus jewelry brand started acting arrogant as soon as we gained so popularity. They’re saying our chief designer breaks promises, flips on their word, and even accusing our works of plagiarism! Sister, who would be so malicious to pay for a sar campaign against us?"

Alia Garcia’s face went pale, "Send the link."

"Okay!"

Shaw sent the link over WhatsApp, and she opened it to find herself lost for words!

Such baseless accusations, and yet there were many online trolls fanning the flas.

The situation could be downplayed or blown out of proportion, depending on how they handled it.

Alia Garcia put her work aside and stood up, preparing to go upstairs to discuss counterasures with Shaw.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door and stepped out, she let out a startled scream, instinctively retreating and slamming heavily against the door.

Before her, a tall and distinguished figure stood against the wall, staring straight at her.

The way he looked, like a farr waiting for a rabbit, or a leopard on the savannah hunting its prey.

Alia Garcia’s heart pounded erratically, in disbelief, she clumsily swallowed and barely managed to find her voice, "You, what are you doing here?!"

The man’s mouth curled into a mocking smile, "Miss Norton, what guilty conscience do you have to be so frightened?"