Chapter 216 I gave birth to it, I'm willing!

Amelia Garcia would not have been so biased toward Kane, and Christopher Hart's state of mind would have been somewhat more normal.

When she yelled those words, it undoubtedly added fuel to the fire for someone.

"He helps you only because he has ulterior motives; do you think he does this out of charity? All men, who doesn't know what they're thinking?"

Christopher stood by the dining table, watching the plate of Osmanthus Honey Glazed Ribs that Little Dunham had almost finished, fuming.

The children, frightened by his increasingly raised voice, looked back and stared at him.

Kane was watching him, too.

Christopher only realized what his rival meant by the question he had asked earlier after learning Amelia had made the call.

Certainly, he hadn't snitched.

This small issue wasn't worth complaining about behind their backs—after all, with three children present, it wasn't possible to start a physical fight.