Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy! Chapter 255: He’s Like This Yet Still So Overbearing and Dom

Alia Garcia awkwardly lingered at the door for a few seconds before taking a step inside.

Christopher Hart, with sensitive ears, heard her footsteps return and his face showed a faint expectation, though he also didn’t know what to say.

The woman walked in, picked up a docunt bag next to a thermal container, and cleared her throat, "That... I just forgot the docunts and ca back to get them. I’m leaving now."

"Mm," Christopher replied, still not saying much.

However, as Alia turned to walk away, she heard his voice from behind, "Benny Palr said that you and that foreigner..."

She turned around, not sure what she was feeling inside, she blurted out subconsciously, "We are for work... I’ve been having so troubles at work recently."

Troubles at work?

The awkward expression on his face instantly shifted to concern, "What kind of troubles? Is it serious?"

"Ah..." she sighed lightly, "It’s just that my design has been plagiarized, and moreover, they released their new product before . Now I have to prove it’s my design... it’s a bit difficult."

Upon hearing this, Christopher’s handso brow furrowed even more, "Is it because these past days, looking after has delayed you?"

Alia was slightly startled.

Was that his first thought?

If they really had to find a "culprit" for this situation, apart from the client who took the secret photos and the shaless competitor—in a way, Christopher too was one of the causes.

If he hadn’t brought Betty to the country, there would never have been an incident where Alia, unprepared, left her client alone with her design draft as she left in a huff.

But at this point, looking into all that was aningless.

So many things seed to be destined by fate, every coincidence occurring unexpectedly, all leading to that one outco.

"This has nothing to do with you, don’t take the bla upon yourself," Alia said after a mont of silence, and for so reason, she found herself unusually inclined to comfort him.

But the concern on Christopher’s face didn’t fade.

After a few seconds of silence between them, he asked with concern, "Is there anything I can help with? Even if I can’t show up, I could have Benny Palr or..."

"No need. With your accident, Seal-Cloud Corporation has been caught in a maelstrom of public opinion these days. They’re all very busy; you shouldn’t add to their tasks."

Because there were so many onlookers on the night of Christopher’s accident, it was impossible to keep it under wraps.

His fall from the building quickly stirred up a huge commotion.

At that ti, many dia outlets predicted he had no chance of survival, even spreading rumors that his brain had burst and he died on the spot—Seal-Cloud Corporation was imdiately cast into turmoil, and the next day when the stock market opened, its stock plumted.

All the partners, suppliers, including the executives within the corporation, beca incredibly anxious.

Although the Hart Family was prosperous, because the incident happened so abruptly, they couldn’t find soone to take charge imdiately.

Fortunately, Benny Palr was always loyal; his good brother was in trouble, and he stepped in without hesitation.

In these days, he and Lucas King not only had to deal with the company’s turbulent affairs but also face challenges and doubts from other mbers of the Hart family. Every day was indeed tough.

Hearing her say this, Christopher’s face sunk into silence before he said, "Alright then..."

With nothing more to say between them, Alia turned and continued walking toward the door.

At the doorway, as she was about to close the door, she saw the man lying quietly in the hospital bed—so quiet, so lonely, so deathly still.

Ultimately unable to bear it, she thought of the words she had overheard at the door and suddenly said, "Actually... you shouldn’t have fallen out with your parents because of . In this world, only the love of parents for their children is always selfless and uncalculating. You’ve hurt their feelings, and one day you will regret it."

Christopher shifted his gaze slightly, looking distantly and vacantly across the room toward the doorway.

Alia didn’t wait for him to speak. She closed the door and left.

The silence in the patient room deepened, leaving only the man, blind and paralyzed, lying silently.

Christopher looked calmly towards the ceiling, recalling the girl’s appearance in his mind.

He referred to her as "the girl" because his mory was stuck in the ti of more than a decade ago—back then, they were childhood sweethearts; she was his Alia, and he was her Brother Christopher.

In his mind, Alia was like a breathtaking beauty.

He rembered, being forced by Grandpa to practice calligraphy and, having made so progress, coinciding with Alia’s birthday, he wrote a piece of calligraphy of Joseph Lee’s "Northern Beauty" as a birthday gift for her.

Her beauty was universally acknowledged.

What attracted him wasn’t just her exquisite beauty.

In his consistent understanding, they had known each other very early on, as close as family, and he had grown accustod to her presence in his life and studies.

Not seeing her for even one day made him feel as though sothing was missing, as if the day wasn’t complete.

He had never imagined the wife of his lifeti to be anyone other than Alia.

But Benny Palr had said that in the end, they had beco complete strangers, harboring resentnt towards each other, marrying and then divorcing...

Christopher Hart couldn’t figure it out. Although he doted on his sister, he would never lose his sense of right and wrong.

Why didn’t he trust Alia at the ti?

How could he have done sothing to break her heart and let her down?

Benny also ntioned that for the three years of their marriage, he had continually punished Alia with cold violence, until one day she couldn’t bear it anymore and initiated the divorce.

Without hesitation, he imdiately processed the divorce with her.

Christopher struggled to rember, desperately wanting to know what other terrible things he might have done.

But as soon as he tried to think, the veins and nerves in his brain felt as though they were being stretched and tornted, the pain unbearable.

Could he ever recall those events in this lifeti?

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"Alia, the lawyer says the evidence we currently have is not enough; even though the surveillance caras show that the woman with the last na Zhao did pick up her phone near the computer, it doesn’t prove she took photos. We need a clear confession from her," Kane conveyed the latest feedback from the legal team to Alia Garcia.

"I know, I’ve already contacted her, but she says she’s abroad at the mont and won’t be back anyti soon," Alia said, feeling a headache coming on.

Shaw snorted coldly, "I think she’s fleeing because of guilt. Why else would it be such a coincidence?"

"Maybe..."

Alia also knew that the woman was deliberately avoiding her, but what could she do?

"Our new product launch is next month, and this design is part of it. If Tia can’t release a statent admitting to the plagiarism, then we will be at a loss for words. It is infuriating to think about—we might even be taken advantage of and suffer damage to our reputation," Shaw said with a stern face, pouting and stomping her foot in anger.

While the three of them were at a loss, Alia’s phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID, it was Lucas King.

Anticipating sothing, she excused herself to take a few steps away and answered the call.

"Hello, Lucas King."

"Ma’am, I’ve just left President Hart’s side. He ntioned you’ve encountered so trouble lately. Although we don’t really understand your fashion industry issues, we do have extensive connections! No matter how capable Kane is, it’s not his ho turf, and he might not be able to help much."

As expected.

Christopher had talked to Lucas about this matter.

Was this man... still trying to make ands?

"Ma’am?"

"Oh, I’m listening... Uh, please thank President Hart for , but I can manage for now. There’s no need to trouble you."

"Ma’am, I’m just following orders. And I know that if this isn’t handled well, President Hart will certainly scold . He’s not looking good these days, and getting angry can only harm his health—it certainly won’t help with recovery..."

Alia held her forehead with one hand, thinking of that guy with both exasperation and a sense of powerlessness.

Even in that condition, he was still so domineering and assertive!

He left no room for refusal in whatever he wanted to do.

After a mont’s thought, since he insisted on offering help, she reluctantly agreed, "Well... if you insist on helping, then help find soone. Her na is Olivia Williams, she’s abroad and unwilling to co back. See if there’s a way to get her to return, or... if you can find out her exact address abroad, I can go find her myself."

"Okay, I get it! Ma’am, wait for my news!"

After hanging up the call, Lucas looked towards the silently waiting man on the hospital bed, his expression easing sowhat: "President Hart, the lady asked for help finding soone. I’ll start looking into it right away."

"Mm, go ahead..."