Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy! Chapter 92: You’re remarrying, yet you come to me talking ab

Christopher Hart frowned, "She went to find you?"

"That’s not the point. Anyway, I don’t care what she says to . I just don’t want my daughter, whom I risked my life to give birth to, to be abused by such a an-spirited woman."

"Hmph, you care about her now? When she was prematurely born and barely alive, and you abandoned her, didn’t you think about the future?"

"I had no choice! And I didn’t abandon her; I knew only you could save her, could keep her alive!"

"Then why did you leave? And why did you go to the lengths of faking your own death?"

At this point, Christopher’s inner hatred surged uncontrollably.

Her faking death ant she had resolved never to et or recognize her daughter for the rest of her life.

What kind of heartless and cruel mother would do that!

Alia Garcia, emotionally agitated, held back the stinging heat in her eyes and shook her head, "I don’t want to discuss this now. Step back ten thousand steps; it doesn’t matter who Hope’s stepmother is, but Lily Garcia is a no-go. I fear for what would happen to Hope in her hands; she could be killed without anyone knowing."

Alia’s words were not groundless.

Living under the sa roof with Lily Garcia for so many years, she knew firsthand how hypocritical and cruel they both were.

She had witnessed Lily Garcia beat and dismber the family’s pet cat simply because it accidentally scratched her new dress.

She at tis felt that Lily Garcia was ntally unstable.

On the surface, she appeared gentle and friendly, always with a welcoming smile, but beneath that was a malicious ruthlessness, stopping at nothing to achieve her goals, completely amoral.

Just considering her willingness to donate one of her kidneys to marry into the Hart Family showed she wasn’t ntally sound.

Hearing how grave Alia described it, Christopher glanced at her with a slight frown, "Lily is not as terrifying as you say. She has always tried to please Hope; it’s Hope who doesn’t accept her."

"Ha!" Alia laughed, "It seems that even after all these years together, you still don’t know her."

Then she nodded, "That’s right, love is blind. Besides, she has always been good at pretending in front of you."

The man glanced at her, "What are you implying? That I’ve been deceived by her?"

"Who knows? So people have eyes only to keep their facial features balanced."

"..." The man’s expression darkened slightly, "Can you speak properly?"

"Aren’t your words just as hurtful?"

The two of them started arguing again.

Just then, the hospital room door was knocked on, and the doctor ca in, reminding them that Hope needed to undergo a checkup.

They had no choice but to take the child for the checkup first.

While waiting, Alia looked at him and reasoned with emotion and logic.

"I grew up in a blended family myself, and I know very well the discomfort and insecurity of living under soone else’s roof. Kind stepmothers who treat their stepdaughters as their own are rare, and given the deep grudge Lily Garcia holds against , she won’t treat Hope well—believe ."

Christopher remained unmoved, his expression stern.

Alia continued to persuade, "Do you really want my childhood to repeat itself with Hope? Christopher! I’m begging you, let have Hope. I promise I won’t stop you from seeing her; you’ll still be her father."

"Your childhood won’t repeat itself with Hope. I will protect her. If anyone dares to touch a hair on her head, I’ll make them pay!"

Christopher certainly knew her childhood had been unhappy, primarily because her biological father, Michael Garcia, led the wrongdoing, allowing Fiona Marshall to bully her stepdaughter.

But Hope was his most cherished, and he would not allow anyone to mistreat her.

"However much you protect her, you can’t be with her twenty-four hours a day. As long as they live under the sa roof, Hope won’t have a peaceful life."

Seeing her earnest and anxious, Christopher stared at her for a while, then suddenly said, "Since you’re so worried, have you never thought about remarrying ?"

Remarry?

Alia stared at him as if he were a monster, "You’re getting remarried, yet you’re here talking to about reconciling?"

Christopher hadn’t answered when Hope ca out after her examination.

Seeing both of their faces looking upset, the clever girl pouted and said angrily, "Dad, are you picking on Mom again? You always fight whenever you et, don’t you ever consider my feelings?"

Alia felt embarrassed and quickly stroked her daughter’s face, soothing her: "We weren’t fighting, just discussing matters."

"Don’t lie to , I’m not a little baby anymore, I understand everything."

"..." The adults were montarily speechless and decided to accompany Hope back to her hospital room.

Alia’s phone rang, she looked at the caller ID and quietly hung up.

It was Kane, probably asking when she was going to return.

She had intended to get off work early to spend ti with the brothers, but it was already delayed until night.

"Hope, Mommy has to go now, but I’ll co back to be with you during your surgery, okay?"

Hope imdiately frowned, grabbed her hand urgently and protested, "No... You just got here and now you’re leaving, I don’t want you to."

Alia looked at the man who had entered the room and stayed silent, signaling him with her eyes to persuade the child.

But President Hart ignored her, instead moving a few steps farther to sit down on the sofa.

She: "..."

"Mommy, you didn’t finish what you were saying earlier about staying with big brother. When will that be?"

Hope suddenly brought up the past incident, startling Alia.

"Um... this, Mommy needs to plan it first, I’ll let you know when everything is arranged," she deliberately turned her back to the man, lowering her voice to soothe her daughter.

But Christopher still heard her.

As the woman was leaving, the man stood up and followed her, "I’ll walk you out."

"!!!" Alia was startled and turned around to look at him, stuttering, "No, no need! You stay with Hope!"

The man walked forward and opened the door for her.

"..."

Inside the elevator, the silence was eerie. Alia counted the floors, waiting to sprint out as soon as they reached the ground floor.

Christopher suddenly spoke, "Have you considered what I just ntioned?"

"What?" She turned to look at him, then realized, "You an reconciling?"

Seeing him silent, his expression stern, Alia scoffed without words: "I know you didn’t want to marry back then. It was Grandpa’s will, and you had no choice. Truth is, I didn’t want to marry you either."

"A man who couldn’t even trust the bare minimum, should I entrust him with the rest of my life? Divorce was a relief for you, and likewise for . Do you think I’d jump into that fire pit again?"

The more she spoke, the uglier Christopher’s expression beca.

These days, he had more than once put down his dignity and pride, reaching out for reconciliation.

But she rebuffed him each ti with cold sarcasm.

Heh! Bold!

The elevator reached the ground floor, and the doors opened.

Alia stepped out.

Christopher, with one hand on the door button, looked up as she walked away and unexpectedly said, "Back then, you were protected by Grandpa from facing prison. Now that Grandpa is gone, there’s no one to protect you."

Alia felt baffled and suddenly turned back, frowning, "What do you an?"