Chapter 9: Turns Out to Be a Scumbag Father!

At night, Amelia Hart struggled to fall asleep for a long time. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the adorable, cute face of her daughter.

Eventually, when she finally dozed off, she awoke trapped in a terrifying nightmare.

"Baby... I'm sorry, Mommy didn't mean to leave you... Mommy didn't stop loving you... Mommy misses you so much, let Mommy hold you… Hope, don't go, come back, come back…let Mommy hold you—"

The two brothers heard the noise and pushed the door open. Seeing their mother talking in her sleep, anxious and distressed, they quickly shook her.

"Mommy, wake up, you're having a nightmare, Mommy..."

Each one on one side, they shook Amelia's arms.

Finally, the dream shattered, and Amelia suddenly sat up startled: "Hope!"

The two brothers jumped in fright.

"Mommy… what's wrong?"

"Mommy, did you dream about a big bad guy? Don't be scared, Ethan can protect you!"

Hearing her sons' voices, Amelia grew gradually alert and raised her hand to rub her face, swiftly adjusting her emotions.

"Did Mommy wake you up?" she asked, still shaken and her voice trembling.

"Yeah…" The older brother nodded, sensibly lifting a glass of water from the nightstand, "Mommy, drink some water."

"Thank you, darling."

After drinking the water, her emotions finally stabilized, and she embraced both brothers in her arms, one with each hand.

Tightly.

"Mommy, what happened?" The older brother sensed something and asked with concern.

Amelia leaned against the headboard, pulled up the blanket to cover the boys, and once again wrapped her arms around them.

"Mommy… had a dream. I dreamed of your sister."

"Sister?!" The two were startled and looked up at her. Noah suddenly understood something and hurriedly asked, "Do we have a sister?"

"Yes, there is… It's just that her birth was very dangerous, and at that time Mommy had to take care of the two of you and couldn't look after your sister as well…"

Noah had a complex look in his eyes, staring intensely at his mother, "Then… where did our sister go?"

"She…" Amelia began to say that the sister went with their father but feared that mentioning the topic would lead to more questions about him from the children.

Over the past year, the two brothers had gradually become more aware and would always ask where their father was, creating a burden of concealment for her each time.

Therefore, she had to continue to lie: "Mommy doesn't know…"

"Then did we come back to find our sister?" Noah calmly tried to confirm his suspicion.

Amelia looked at her eldest son, her heartbeat unsettled for a moment.

The little guy was too smart; it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide this from him.

Having been silent the whole time, Ethan suddenly sat up agitatedly: "Right! Bro, do you remember the little girl we met at the mall? She didn't have a mommy. Why don't we make her our sister? Then Mommy will have a sister, and that little girl will have a mommy too, how good that would be!"

Normally, Noah would have undoubtedly scolded him— are you out of your mind? Can you just pick someone off the street to be our sister?

But now that he knew the truth, he didn't know how to respond.

Because, it was very likely that this silly little sister was their own sister! And that silly little girl's father was their father!

Everything matched up!

But why had their family been separated?

Amelia, not understanding, looked at Noah and asked, "Which little sister?"

"It was the little girl we saw at the mall during the day, the really cute one who didn't have a mommy."

"Is that so? How pitiful…" Amelia didn't think much of it, stroked her younger son's head with a smile, and sighed with emotion, "If your sister could come back, you would definitely be great brothers."

"Then let's just bring our sister back!"

Amelia Garcia became melancholic again, looking thoughtfully at her son before abruptly changing the subject, "Go to sleep."

The two brothers lay down beside their mother, silent for a while, until Noah raised his head again, "Mom, if we find our sister, will we be able to find Dad?"

Amelia's heart jolted, and she looked at her eldest son, unable to speak.

"Mom, we've grown up, you don't have to lie to us anymore. Everyone has a dad, so do my brother and me, but why does our dad never show up?"

This—

Amelia's heart was in turmoil.

She hadn't expected that, despite her half-day's worth of cover-ups, she still couldn't avoid this question.

"Mom, is it because Dad doesn't want us?" Ethan also started to wonder, his tone forlorn, "That's what they show on TV..."

"Daddy... he has his own life, he doesn't even know you exist, if he did—" Amelia murmured in a daze, her hands involuntarily tightening around her children again, "If he knew, he would definitely take you away..."

Tears uncontrollably began to fall as she bowed her head to kiss her two sons, choking up, "Go to sleep, when you're a bit older, you'll understand."

When Noah saw his mother crying, he immediately hugged her neck tightly, "Mom, we'll always be your darlings, we won't leave."

"Mm-hm! Nobody can separate us!"

Noah didn't speak, but he understood everything in his heart.

So that's how it was.

That very handsome and cool man didn't love their mother and didn't even know she had given birth to them.

Hmph, bad man!

His sister was really pitiable, to be with a Scumbag Father and never enjoy the warmth of Mom.

No, he had to think of a way to get his sister back!

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Imperial Garden Villa.

Christopher Hart was having breakfast with his precious daughter.

The little girl was always picky, but since seeing "Mommy" yesterday, she had made up her mind—to stop being picky about food.

"Daddy, if I stop being picky and behave well, will Mommy come back?" Hope Hart, who was drinking milk and had a white milk mustache, asked the man drinking coffee beside her.

Christopher cracked a smile, extending his hand to wipe the milk foam from his daughter's mouth, "Darling, whether Mommy comes back or not, you have to eat well."

The little white and tender dumpling, upon hearing Mommy might not come back, pouted her mouth, ready to cry again.

The butler stepped forward, "Sir, Miss Garcia is here."

Christopher's brow furrowed slightly.

The next second, Lily Garcia walked in with her usual gentle smile, "Christopher, Hope, good morning."

"Hmph!" The little girl wasn't in a good mood and gave Lily Garcia a cold look, then jumped off the stool and left.

Lily's gaze turned sharp in an angle that the man couldn't see, throwing a spiteful glare at the small receding figure.

—Little hoof! When she falls into her clutches, she'd see how she'd be thoroughly dealt with!

"You came over so early for something?" Christopher continued drinking his coffee, his eyes not even resting on the woman.

Lily sat down beside him, and the butler immediately brought over place settings.

The woman turned to look at the head seat, her lips pursing and a soft embarrassment on her face, "Ah... isn't it because of that designer? I've already boasted about it to my friends, saying that I've scheduled her to come back to the country to design a full set of bridal jewelry for me..."

Before she could finish, Christopher interrupted with a cold voice.

"I've said that until Hope's illness is cured, I will not consider marriage."