Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 319: This Man Might Be an Impostor

The next day.

The Hawthorne all came to the hospital.

The two elders of the Hawke Family looked at their grandson alive before them and couldn’t help but shed tears.

Vinny Hawke and Andrew King were also visibly moved.

Cole Hawke and Helen were there too.

Everyone seemed relieved.

George Harris casually chatted with the Hawthorne, a flash of impatience in his eyes.

Elara Don quietly observed from the side, growing increasingly convinced that this man was an imposter.

Up to now, he hadn’t mentioned the company at all.

As a man who battled for years in the business world, shouldn’t he be a little concerned about the commercial empire he built himself?

"Senior, is the company okay?"

Elara Don looked at Cole Hawke and asked.

Cole Hawke glanced at Damon Hawke, "Not particularly well. Damon was responsible for several projects, and now that he’s not at the company, those projects have been taken by the Grant Family."

The Grant Family took Hawke Group’s projects?

Elara Don furrowed her brows, "I remember the Grant Family was an ally of Hawke Group before, weren’t they? The two families had contracts; why would they suddenly snatch Hawke Group’s projects?"

"They were allies, but it was limited to certain sectors."

Cole Hawke explained, "Now they’ve changed management. I heard the order came from Gavin Miles, directly snatching a few projects from Hawke using reduced profits."

Upon hearing this, Elara Don suddenly realized.

Now that the Grant Family is led by Gavin Miles, it seems he’s seeking revenge against Damon Hawke.

Revenge for forcing James Lee’s death.

"Alright, have you finished talking? Go on home; too many people here give me a headache."

George Harris saw Elara Don and Cole Hawke continuing their chat tirelessly and feigned a headache, signaling the Hawthorne to leave.

The two elders of the Hawke Family glanced at him, their brows slightly furrowed.

After a while, Elder Hawthorne nodded, "Alright, Tom, we’ll leave first, and not disturb your rest."

They were all contemplating one question.

Why did Elara Don mention business, and their grandson showed no reaction at all?

From their point of view, at this point, he should be providing some solutions to address the company’s issues, right?

However, it’s also possible he just woke up and hasn’t returned to normal yet.

"Senior, it’s not good for me to keep taking time off; I’ll go back to the company today and work with you."

Elara Don suddenly said.

Everyone present was momentarily stunned.

Especially George Harris, who was dissatisfied and said, "Elly, I’m still lying in bed, how can you leave me to go to work?"

"Yes, Elly, Tom hasn’t recovered yet, why not stay and take care of him for a few more days?"

Elder Hawthorne seemed surprised by Elara Don’s words and spoke up.

"Granddad Hawke, Tom’s body is recovering, and he’s being taken care of by the nurses; I’m not much help here, better to assist at the company. After all, the company needs to operate, and the work in the research department is crucial."

If the person lying on the bed was truly Damon Hawke, she certainly wouldn’t leave him without care.

But this man might be a fraud, and she didn’t want to stay here, constantly on guard against his indecent advances.

"Granddad, Elly’s right, we can’t stop the perfume development; let her help at the company."

Cole Hawke’s eyes subtly moved, speaking at the right time.

Elara Don looked at him and smiled.

It was better to have him, the big CEO, speak up for her than to have no one supporting her.

Cole Hawke returned the smile, his eyes gentle.

The interaction between them didn’t escape George Harris’s view.

He said coldly, "Cole Hawke, I know you like Elly, but she’s about to become my wife, mind yourself, don’t make a move on her, or don’t blame me for being rude."

The Hawthorne relationship network he had analyzed with Victoria Don, so he knew Cole Hawke liked Elara Don.

Originally, Elara Don should have stayed here to accompany him, what did she need Cole Hawke’s approval to help at the company?

"Tom, what are you saying? Arthur likes Elly? This..."

Madam Hawke glanced at Elara Don then at Cole Hawke, surprised.

Everyone looked at Elara Don, whose fingers curled slightly.

"Tom, haven’t you lost your memory? How do you know senior has feelings for me? Have you regained your memory?"

If this person is an imposter, then he must be operating under someone’s orders.

And the person behind must know the Hawke’s affairs intimately.

Otherwise, how would the imposter know Cole Hawke likes her?

"Yes! Tom, have you remembered something?"

Elder Hawthorne perked up, quickly asking.

The others watched George Harris closely, causing him a chill down his spine.

He spoke too hastily and said that without considering his current amnesia.

How is Elara Don so sharp?

George Harris swallowed, his brain quickly processing.

A moment later his eyes brightened, "No, even without memory, I can see Cole Hawke likes Elly. The way he looks at Elly is bright."

These words could barely pass.

Elara Don was coldly smiling inside, without showing it.

"Tom, don’t make wild guesses; senior already has Helen, and past matters are long resolved."

"Exactly, Mr. Hawke, how can you say such things without restraint? I am now Arthur’s girlfriend, are you trying to disrupt our relationship?"

Helen wrapped her arm around Cole Hawke’s, dissatisfied questioning.

George Harris glanced at her, not having information on her and dared not say more.

"Alright, let’s let Tom rest. Elly, if you want to go to the company, then go."

Elder Hawthorne looked at Elara Don and agreed to her request.

"Okay, Granddad Hawke."

Elara Don curved her lips slightly, feeling a bit relieved.

She really didn’t want to stay here another minute.

Later, she’d first go do the genetic comparison secretly, then head to the company.

"Elly, aren’t you staying to take care of me? Have you stopped loving me?"

Seeing Elara Don truly about to leave, George Harris looked full of grievance.

"Tom, rest well, try to recover soon, then I can properly accompany you, right?"

Elara Don walked to Damon’s side, patiently coaxing in a gentle voice.

George Harris’s eyes turned, slapping Elara Don’s backside with a meaningful smile.

"Alright, I’ll listen to you."

She was waiting for him to recover, ready for action!

Elara Don lowered her eyes, suppressing the loathing inside, turned and left.

How could such a reckless man be the aloof and noble Damon Hawke!

Once everyone left, the nurse who had been acting as a transparent figure straightened up, glanced at George Harris on the bed.

"George Harris, you better restrain yourself; don’t you know Elara Don is already suspicious of you?"

George Harris was startled, "How is that possible? Where did I leave any clues?"

"The real Damon Hawke is the corporation’s leader, speaking and acting nowhere near as frivolous as you," the nurse scolded coldly.

George Harris was indifferent, "I have a head injury; changes in speech and behavior can be excused! Rest assured, nothing will happen."

The nurse snorted coldly, walked to the restroom, and dialed a phone.

"Boss, Elara Don went to the company."

"Oh? She didn’t stay at the hospital to look after Damon Hawke?"

"No, she seems suspicious of our people."

"Really? Keep a close watch; report promptly if anything happens."

"Yes."

On the other end, Victoria Don played with her phone, a slight smile on her lips.

Looks like Elara Don has some brains.

But even with brains, she can’t be as smart as her.

What if she discovers the fraud?

She’ll definitely be played around by her!