Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy! Chapter 203 Emma Carter Sneers: I Will Treat You Like My Own

Before she could utter a sound, Christopher Hart’s gaze fell on her like a laser, making her shiver all over.

"Fuller."

"Here, sir."

"Take her phone."

"Yes."

Fuller stepped forward in response.

"Hey, what are you doing! That’s my stuff!" Lily Garcia finally reacted, resisting hastily.

But Fuller, skilled and quick, approached and snatched her bag in one go.

Lily Garcia panicked, glaring at Christopher Hart, "I get it! You want to confine again! Christopher Hart, by what right!"

"You said you were pregnant with my child, didn’t you? You definitely won’t have an abortion, so naturally, I must take responsibility for you and the child."

The man’s thin lips slightly curved, answering her question, then he looked toward Emma Carter, "Mom, I’ll be troubling you with this for the next few months."

Upon hearing this, Emma Carter finally understood her son’s intention.

It seed the child wasn’t really from the Hart Family; this shaless bitch, Lily Garcia, had frad him.

The son must be worried she would stir up trouble again, tarnishing the Hart Family’s na everywhere, so he wanted her to personally oversee her.

Under their watch, she naturally couldn’t cause trouble.

"Don’t worry, since it’s the Hart Family’s blood, I will definitely take it seriously," Emma Carter responded, imdiately cooperating with her son.

There were plenty of ways to deal with such vile trash.

Perfect, she could settle the old scores of playing the Hart Family and deceiving her daughter all at once!

Emma Carter’s gaze shifted toward Lily Garcia, her expression changing instantly, smiling gently and affably, "Lily, co, let’s go back with . I’ll treat you as my own daughter and take good care of you... and your child."

Fuller, along with another bodyguard, stepped forward, restraining Lily Garcia from both sides.

Lily Garcia was in complete disarray, struggling while cursing loudly, "Christopher Hart! You bastard! What right do you have to confine ! I’m out on bail, I have to report regularly to the police! This is illegal detention! I want to call the police!"

Christopher Hart, hands in his pockets, spoke nonchalantly, "Your mother is behind bars, you are alone and pregnant at an opportune ti, I took extra care of you in consideration of past affection—this will only make the public think that I, Christopher Hart, am repaying evil with good, compassionate and virtuous—what do you say?"

"You—" Lily Garcia thought she had the upper hand, never expecting to be outwitted in the end.

Emma Carter, seeing her speechless, haughtily scolded, "What rubbish! Daring to extort my son! Take her to the car, send her to the old house."

"Yes." Fuller complied, restraining Lily Garcia with the bodyguard and leading her out.

"Christopher Hart! You bastard! I’ve been by your side for over four years, and this is how you treat ... I don’t want to go to jail! As long as I’m alive and breathing, I want you to suffer a terrible death! Chris... Ah!"

Unable to listen anymore, Emma Carter rushed to the car and fiercely slapped her, "Shaless bitch, you still have the face to speak of those deeds!"

"Why shouldn’t I speak! What about you, are you any better? And your daughter, psychologically twisted and sick, driven by jealousy, none of you are any good!"

"Slap! Slap!" Emma Carter was provoked, unhesitatingly giving two more slaps, "Gag her mouth!"

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Alia Garcia sent her two sons ho and rushed back to work.

She said Lily Garcia’s matters didn’t concern her, but deep down, she was still sowhat uneasy.

She told Snow Fitch about it, and Snow was also shocked.

"How is that even possible? This is too coincidental! Could it be fake? I can’t believe that Fortune would favor her, allowing her to get pregnant at this ti!" Snow Fitch’s high-pitched voice blasted out from WhatsApp, forcing Alia Garcia to quickly turn down the volu on her phone.

"Whose child is it? It can’t be Christopher Hart’s, right? Even if he couldn’t restrain himself and slept with Lily Garcia, he would’ve definitely taken precautions, to not give her a chance to get pregnant, right?"

Hearing her best friend so agitated, Alia Garcia didn’t feel like replying on WhatsApp, and simply called her directly.

"The news should be true; the person has already been bailed out. I also find it strange; is it a coincidence, or did she calculate the timing on purpose?"

If it was intentional, that ans Lily Garcia and her mother are really cunning; they even thought of such a despicable yet effective thod.

"How can soone plan such a thing? Did she suddenly grab so man, forcibly sleep with him?" Snow Fitch was horrified, but then again, she didn’t find it strange.

"Lily Garcia and her mother are not normal; they’re relentless in achieving their goals; maybe they really did it! A month ago... her leg was still limping, right? She was hardly able to move, how could she force soone?"

Snow Fitch was shocked again, couldn’t help but curse loudly: "Damn! This woman, she’s so shaless! How can such people even exist in this world! And how is her luck so good, how many tis did they sleep together for her to actually get pregnant!"

Alia Garcia sighed, unsure how to comnt.

This situation really her shook worldview.

Maybe Christopher Hart was even cuckolded, how sad.

"Why are you sighing? Do you think the child is Christopher Hart’s? Are you bothered by it?"

"What do I have to be bothered about? They are fiancés for years, and it’s normal for them to have relations."

"Jeez, why does it sound like you’re being sour..."

"Snow!"

"Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing you. So, what are you guys planning to do? Lily Garcia is clearly out for revenge."

"What worries is this. She’s already aware of Noah and Ethan’s existence, and I’m scared she’s plotting to get close to the kids."

"What does Christopher say?"

"I don’t know. He keeps insisting to that the child has nothing to do with him, and hasn’t ntioned how to deal with Lily Garcia."

"Do you believe him?"

Alia Garcia didn’t speak.

Snow understood, "It seems you still trust him."

She twisted her mouth, her tone bitter, "I told him I didn’t believe him."

Snow understood instantly, laughed heartily, clearly enjoying the misfortune: "Well done! Let him taste the bitterness of being untrusted and having no defense!"

The two were not done chatting when Alia Garcia received another call.

She saw it was Sister Jones, quickly told Snow and switched the call.

"Hello, Sister Jones, what’s up?"

On the other side, Sister Jones sounded puzzled, "Miss Norton, so people arrived at the house, brought a whole set of dining furniture—did you buy it today?"

"What?" Alia Garcia was confused, "What dining furniture?"

"So people delivered a new set of dining table and chairs, they’re assembling it now—wasn’t it you who bought them?"

"I’m at work, how could I have ti to buy any dining furniture." And why would she buy dining furniture?

Just as she finished speaking, there was a racket on the other side, and then the voice on the phone changed.

"I bought them, you don’t have to worry, continue with your work." A familiar tone ca through, which took Alia Garcia by surprise.

Christopher?!

The woman imdiately beca furious, "What are you doing! Going to my house again? Christopher Hart, I warn you, don’t ss around!"