If there were visuals and special effects right now, the screen would definitely be split into two, with a capitalized, cracked "VS" across the middle.
One half—
Snow Fitch was pulling Ethan, huffing and puffing as she dashed through the crowd, sending people tumbling in her wake.
The other half—
Christopher Hart was the epito of handso and cold nobility, his suit pants covering long legs, moving neither too quickly nor too slowly, his footsteps steady and forceful, surrounded by adoring won with hearts in their eyes...
"Daddy!" Hope Hart caught sight of her stately father standing out in the crowd and excitedly waved and shouted.
However, the next second, she suddenly rembered that her big brother had said she shouldn’t tell Daddy, that it was a "secret" they swore on with a pinky promise.
So, the little girl had barely finished yelling "Daddy" when she abruptly turned her head back and urgently said, "My daddy is here!"
Noah Garcia saw him.
There was no way around it.
Even though he absolutely hated this man, he had to admit that his Scumbag Father was indeed very handso and striking, making it hard not to notice him in a crowd.
—Just as he himself was the focal point within the crowd.
"It’s okay, he can’t see ." No sooner had the little boy spoken than those tall and straight legs had arrived in front of them.
The little pink duck couldn’t help but proudly lift its duck head high, its flat duck bill amusingly pointing towards the sky.
This was Noah Garcia’s second ti seeing his biological father.
Unlike the last ti when they brushed past each other in the hospital, this ti he was standing directly in front of the man, clearly seeing his features.
It felt as if he were looking in a mirror.
The little boy couldn’t help thinking, would he also grow up to look this cool and aweso?
"Daddy," Hope sweetly called out, reaching out towards the man.
Christopher bent down slightly, his deep and powerful hand gripping under her armpit, and with a little effort, he picked her up and held her securely in his arms.
Noah watched this all, his emotions suddenly complex and bitter.
He had never been held by his father before.
Whenever he saw children riding on their fathers’ shoulders like airplanes, he longed for it, even though Uncle Kane would carry them too, but that was never the sa as a father...
"Having fun?" the man asked, hugging his daughter, his stern eyes suddenly softening with tenderness, smiling as he spoke.
"Yeah! This place is so much fun, I want to co back!" That way she could see her big brother again.
The man smiled, not refusing.
In the crowd, the won who had been infatuated and starry-eyed just now were heartbroken.
"Sure enough, all the good n are taken!"
"Oh my gosh, his daughter is so big already!"
"Wuu wuu wuu... The woman married to him is so lucky, does he wake her up with his handsoness every day?"
Snow Fitch ca hurrying over with Ethan, sneakily hiding to one side, listening to the surrounding chatter.
She disdainfully spat out, "He’s a scumbag!"
The crowd turned back, glaring, "Who are you to call him a scumbag?"
"He’s not just a scumbag; he’s also impotent!"
"What?" The crowd stirred again, more people turning to look.
Even the subject of the discussion, who was holding his daughter with a gentle face, glanced inadvertently in her direction.
Snow Fitch was so scared her heart skipped a beat, and she promptly squatted down, pressing Ethan down with her.
Her phone rang, it was the nanny calling; she imdiately answered, "Where’s Noah?"
"Noah is that pink duck."
"What duck?"
"Over there, the pink duck by the toys, that’s Noah!"
Snow Fitch peeked out, her eyes scanning like radar, finally finding that pink duck on the opposite side of Christopher Hart.
Heavens!
She nearly fainted with fright.
Just by coincidence, another phone call ca in on her mobile, and upon seeing the caller, her eyes went pitch black.
"Hello... dear," she greeted.
Alia Garcia, sensing sothing amiss in her tone, asked curiously, "What are you doing? What’s wrong with your voice?"
Snow Fitch, watching the scene outside surrounded by crowds, whimpered with a restrained voice, "Dearest... if I told you your son is right in front of Christopher Hart, would you be scared to death?"
"What?" Alia Garcia, who had just finished a video conference, was so startled that she jumped up and knocked her chair far away.
"You... weren’t you all going to the amusent park? How could..."
"We are at the amusent park, and it just so happens he’s here with Hope as well!"
"..."
Alia placed a hand on her forehead, her legs so shaky she could barely stand.
"Are both Noah and Ethan in front of him?"
"No, Ethan is with ," Snow Fitch explained and then reassured, "But don’t worry, Noah is dressed in a mascot costu, completely covered up, he definitely won’t be able to see him."
"A mascot costu?"
"Uh... I don’t know why either, we’ll talk about it later, I have to hang up now, I’ll contact you if there’s any situation."
Alia was still anxious with many questions she wanted to ask, but her best friend had already hung up with a busy tone.
She paced back and forth nervously like an ant on a hot pan and finally decided to call Christopher Hart herself to find out what was going on.
If he had noticed sothing, she needed to make arrangents as soon as possible and prepare herself.
If he hadn’t noticed, then good, a phone call might divert his attention and rescue her son.
Once her thoughts were settled, she imdiately dialed the eleven digits etched in her mory, her heart pounding as she pressed the phone to her ear.
At the amusent park, Christopher Hart held his daughter, looking at the cute and comical mascots around and gently asked, "Do you want to play more?"
The little girl nodded, "Daddy, I want to wear a costu like that too."
"No, it’s too stuffy inside, and there are safety hazards."
Pouting...
"Pouting won’t work either," the man’s expression beca stern, and he glanced at the little pink duck in front of him, Diss saying, "The parents of this child must be either foolish or stupid, or they are greedy and sick to let such a small child co out and earn this hard-earned money."
Noah, who had been gazing up admiringly at his handso and tall father, snapped to attention upon hearing this, his mind suddenly clearing.
"Uncle, you’re right, my dad is a big fool," the boy couldn’t help but chi in, his voice muffled by the costu head.
Hope blinked in surprise.
Huh?
Brother doesn’t have a dad, does he?
But before she could voice her confusion, President Hart snorted coldly, telling his daughter, "Hear that? His dad is a fool, and he’s trying to make money to pay for his dad’s dical bills."
The little boy fell silent.
"Let’s go, we’ll play over there, and Daddy will be with you, okay?"
"Alright..."
As Christopher Hart walked away with his daughter, the little girl turned her head back to the little pink duck, waving and smiling brightly.
Noah stood his ground, raising his fluffy duck wings to wave, and only when the tall figure was completely out of sight did he raise his hands to remove the flattened beak headgear.
Snow Fitch was terrified, her spirit almost leaving her body as she rushed up to grab the little boy and quickly hide in the bushes.
"Noah, are you okay?"
"I’m fine..." The little boy shook his head, a bit distracted.
Seeing his hair soaked with sweat, Snow Fitch lted with concern and hurried to help him wipe it away.
"Aunt Fitch, let’s go back."
Thinking about Christopher Hart being nearby, Snow Fitch nodded like pounding garlic, "Yes, yes, yes, your mom just called, she’s done with her work, let’s go, we’re going back!"
Christopher Hart hadn’t walked far with his daughter when his phone rang in his pocket.
He checked the caller ID, and his deep eyes suddenly tightened.
Hmph, it seems Snow Fitch contacted her; otherwise, this proactive call is inexplicable.
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