Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 245: Who Is Reminding Him

"Exactly, you’re smart. You had that person disguise as a woman to get close to Elara Don. Even though everyone knows Elara Don is being framed, they can’t find this nonexistent woman... Well, I can rest easy now and wait for Damon Hawke to compromise. You should sleep soon too."

The voice inside abruptly stopped.

Benjamin Harper quickly hid in the corner.

Once Eleanor Shaw left, he slowly stepped out.

So, Elara Don was indeed framed by Gabriel Miles!

They did this to force Damon Hawke to give in.

Benjamin Harper’s expression tightened; he pondered, then quickly headed to his room.

Does Damon Hawke know about this?

He has to warn him!

And where would the person disguised as a woman hide?

If his guess is correct, he would definitely hide there!

Because that’s Gabriel Miles’ territory.

The villa.

Damon Hawke sat in the study, still not ready to sleep.

He was waiting for news.

Waiting for Rhun Quinn and Chase Quinn to find the man in disguise.

At this moment, a message beeped on his phone.

He glanced at it, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Elara Don has been framed, the framer disguised as a woman."

An unfamiliar text message appeared on his phone.

The other party actually informed him of something he had just discovered!

Damon Hawke felt a surge of energy and quickly typed a line.

"I just found out and am looking for this person. Who are you? What else do you know!"

Who is reminding him?

"I also know that if this person hasn’t fled the country, it’s highly possible they’re in a secret place."

The other party sent another message.

Damon Hawke’s gaze was fixed on the screen, waiting for the other party to continue.

"Elegant Tea Bar in South City; there’s an underground casino below. Maybe you can find the person there."

Another message from the other party made Damon’s eyes light up.

This information came just in time!

Maybe he could find the person right away!

"Thank you, who are you?"

"You don’t need to know."

The other party sent a message and then went silent.

Damon Hawke suppressed his curiosity and quickly called Rhun Quinn.

"Rhun, there’s a new lead..."

Right now, the priority is to find that person first.

As for the person providing the lead, as long as they’re not an enemy, he doesn’t care to know who they are.

"Alright, Mr. Hawke, Chase and I just spoke and have checked there too; I’ll have him find the person immediately."

Rhun Quinn said on the phone, to which Damon Hawke responded with a grunt and hung up.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest.

Time ticked by, with daylight slowly replacing the night.

Just as Damon Hawke dozed off, the phone on the desk rang.

He abruptly opened his eyes and looked at the phone.

It was a call from Rhun Quinn!

Have they caught the person!

Damon’s eyes were still a bit bloodshot. He quickly pressed the answer button, "Speak."

"Mr. Hawke, we’ve caught the person."

They caught him!

Great!

"Take him to the police station immediately!"

Damon Hawke hung up and headed straight to the police station.

... 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Detention cell.

A narrow space with just a bed.

Elara Don sat on the bed with her arms crossed, resting her head on her bent knees.

The night had passed, daylight had come, and she was still confined here.

Damon Hawke said he would get her out; could he really save her?

Jack Clarke was dead, and she had been saddled with an unfounded accusation.

Who on earth was so malicious as to wish her dead!

Who had her mother offended in the past!

While lost in thought, the door opened.

"Elara Don, you can leave now."

Hearing this, Elara Don froze, unable to believe it.

"I can really leave?"

"Yes."

"I’ve been released without charges?"

"Yes."

She’s alright now!

Great!

Did Damon Hawke find the evidence!

Elara Don almost wept with joy as she quickly got off the bed and walked out of the detention cell.

Outside, Damon Hawke was shaking hands with the chief.

The chief looked apologetic, "Sorry, Mr. Hawke, for the ordeal Miss Thorne went through. We conducted an urgent interrogation of Burt Walsh, and he admitted to placing contraband in Miss Thorne’s bag. Since Miss Thorne did not sell any contraband, there’s no case against her in connection to Jack Clarke’s death. However, we can’t rule out foul play in Clarke’s death; our people are still interrogating Burt Walsh, hoping to pry out more information."

The person they caught was Burt Walsh, a drug addict and gambler.

Under the police’s intense psychological pressure, he confessed to framing.

He said that upon spotting undercover officers that day, he quickly found a scapegoat.

Elara Don, coincidentally, became that scapegoat.

His words sounded shallow.

In other words, his framing of Elara Don was an accidental act.

Damon didn’t believe this explanation.

But he lacked the evidence to probe further.

"Chief, Elara Don’s mother’s death in the past wasn’t an accident, and Jack Clarke was being manipulated. Can your department re-investigate this case?"

Damon Hawke asked the chief.

"This..."

The chief shook his head, "Presently, Jack Clarke is dead, and there’s no evidence to prove the car accident was premeditated. I can only apologize."

No living to confront against.

Damon Hawke understood.

He wouldn’t press the chief.

This matter was something he had to investigate bit by bit on his own.

The good news was that Elara Don was released without charges.

Just then, Elara Don came out.

"Tom."

Elara Don quickly approached Damon Hawke, her eyes slightly red.

Damon Hawke opened his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace.

"It’s over, Elly. I’m sorry, for making you suffer."

He still wasn’t strong enough, causing her to stay a night inside.

Hearing Damon’s tender voice, Elara Don’s nose tingled, and she couldn’t hold back her tears.

She quickly snuffled and wiped away her tears.

"Tom, have you found the person who framed me? What about the one behind it all?"

"Don’t worry, let’s talk when we go back."

Damon Hawke comforted her and bade farewell to the chief.

Elara Don obediently let him embrace her as they got into the car.

Throughout the drive, Damon Hawke steered with one hand, holding her small hand tightly with the other, without saying a word.

Elara Don glanced at his handsome profile, feeling the warmth in his palm brought her a deep sense of peace.

Damon Hawke drove swiftly to Aeridor.

As they entered the apartment, he pushed her against the wall, pressing his thin lips onto hers.

Yearning, concern, fear...

Countless emotions intertwined, making him want to comfort her and also himself through this method.

Only heaven knows how torturous that night was for him.

Afraid he couldn’t save her, afraid he would eventually have to compromise with Gabriel Miles to free her.

Luckily, fate was on her side, allowing him to finally clear her name.

Elara Don felt dizzy, enveloped in the man’s fiery emotions.

She clutched the hem of his clothes, leaning on him wholeheartedly.

"Tom, that’s enough; I haven’t washed all day, I smell bad."

When Damon was carrying her towards the bedroom, a hint of darkness flickering in his eyes, Elara quickly exclaimed.

Damon Hawke paused in his steps to the bedroom and headed to the bathroom.

"Do you want to take a bath first? Alright, let me help you."

"No, I’ll do it myself."

"I haven’t washed either, we’ll do it together."

"..."