Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 326: He Is a Fake
Hearing this, Hunter nodded, "Yes, I’ve already entrusted the lawyer to handle this matter completely. I want her to leave with nothing, and also hand over the Grant Family shares I gave her. If she doesn’t agree, then she can’t blame me for being rude."
It was exactly as expected.
This is something a normal man would do.
The scary thing is, before he could be rude to those two, they struck first.
Iris sighed, "Younger brother, you are not wrong in doing this, but it might push people to the brink."
Hunter looked at her, frowning slightly, "Sister-in-law, what do you mean? Should I pretend nothing happened like you?"
Iris shook her head, stood up, and said, "Younger brother, you know your brother’s character better than I do. I’ve said what I could, think about it yourself. Hospitals are places where manipulation is easy, being careful never hurts. I have things to do, so I’ll leave first."
She shared a destiny with him, so she reminded him once.
The rest was up to his fate.
Watching Iris leave, Hunter stood there staring blankly at the door, as his eyes gradually turned bloodshot.
Iris implied that his big brother, the one he grew up with, wanted to harm him?
All because of a woman?
Isn’t there a saying that brothers are like limbs, and women are like clothes?
Turns out, it’s all relative!
After leaving the hospital, Iris went to the nursing home.
She entered her mother’s ward and saw a caregiver trimming her mother’s nails.
Her mother, with a head full of white hair, was chatting idly with the caregiver.
Iris took a deep breath, put on a smile, and walked in.
"Mom, you look good today!"
"Iris, you’re here?"
Mrs. Collins’ eyes lit up seeing her daughter.
However, after looking at Iris for two seconds, her old eyebrows furrowed, "Iris, have you been crying?"
Iris’ smile faltered for a moment, then she covered it up with a laugh, "No! Why would I cry for no reason? Just got some dust in my eye on the way here, rubbed it, and became like this."
Mrs. Collins looked at her for a moment and nodded, "Is everything okay at home? No need to come deliberately accompany me, it’s better to take good care of your husband and kids at home."
"Mom, Julian has his own life, and Luke is always soaking in the teahouse. I’m too bored at home. I’d rather come and chat with you. Are you despising me?"
"What are you saying? How could I despise you?"
"Then why chase me away as soon as I arrive?"
"I’m just worried you’ll get tired and Luke might get upset."
"I’m not tired, and Luke won’t be upset."
"..."
The mother and daughter joked and laughed while the caregiver finished trimming Mrs. Collins’ nails. She smiled, "You two have such a good relationship, Mrs. Collins, you’re pretty blessed."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Collins chuckled, "Indeed, daughters are better than sons. Don’t envy me, Xiaofang, you also have a daughter, you’ll be blessed like me someday."
"Thank you for your kind words, Mrs. Collins. My daughter is indeed very filial."
The caregiver chuckled as she began to take off Mrs. Collins’ shoes and trim her toenails.
Iris looked at the caregiver for a couple of seconds, something flashed in her eyes.
"You seem familiar! Have we met somewhere?"
Hearing this, the caregiver looked up at Iris, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"Met me? Perhaps I just have one of those common faces?"
Iris stared at the caregiver for another two seconds, then smiled, "Maybe it’s because you seem so kind. Please take good care of my mom in the future."
She wasn’t mistaken.
This woman was the late Jack Clarke’s wife!
"Of course." The caregiver smiled, looking affable.
"Let’s exchange phone numbers later, so we can keep in touch."
"Sure."
...
Today was the day for the test results.
Elara Don arrived at the hospital early, waiting for the testing center to open.
Taking the lab report from the technician, she controlled her heartbeat, eager to open and look.
Upon seeing the last line, she pressed her lips together, gripping the report tightly.
Just as she expected.
This man was not Damon Hawke at all!
He had no blood relation to his son!
Fake!
Elara closed her eyes, trying hard to suppress the urge to rush into the ward and drag the man up for a beating.
She couldn’t act impulsively.
This man was a fake, which meant someone was plotting something.
The real Damon Hawke might still be in the hands of whoever was behind this.
She had to pretend ignorance, play along with the fake Damon, while secretly investigating the real Damon’s whereabouts.
Elara took a breath and took out her phone to call Chase Quinn.
"Chase, have you discovered anything on your end?"
"Miss Thorne, nothing so far. Could it be you’re overthinking this?" Chase asked.
"No, because I just got the test report. This man is not Tom, he’s an impostor," Elara said, suppressing her anger.
"What? He really is an impostor? Miss Thorne, I’ll come over right away and interrogate him thoroughly," Chase exclaimed in shock and anger, his tone full of menace.
"Don’t move him for now. Increase our manpower in the shadows, no matter what, find Tom first. Alive or dead, I need to know his whereabouts," Elara said calmly, clenching her fist.
"Got it," Chase responded.
Hanging up the phone, Elara took a deep breath and put her phone away.
She went outside the ward, looked through the glass window, and saw George Harris lounging on the hospital bed, eating casually.
A flash of disgust crossed Elara’s eyes, making her want to leave immediately.
"Miss Thorne, why not go in?"
The caregiver asked behind her.
Elara glanced at him, a hint of wariness in her eyes.
She hadn’t noticed before, but now she realized the caregiver was quite young.
His gaze wasn’t gentle, and he didn’t seem like someone who served others.
More like... a bodyguard.
A bodyguard!
Elara’s heart skipped a beat, she quickly shifted her gaze and pushed open the door to enter.
Perhaps this caregiver and the imposter on the bed were in it together!
She couldn’t alert them.
"Elly, you heartless person, finally remembered to visit me," the man on the bed scoffed, complaining when he saw Elara.
"Sorry, the company kept me busy," Elara replied calmly, making an excuse.
"Really? Busy with work or with flirting with Cole Hawke?" the man asked sarcastically.
Elara didn’t get angry, "Look at you, overthinking again? I really have been busy with work."
"Hmph! Come over and serve me."
George sneered at Elara, commanding her.
Elara’s eyes flickered, she smiled, "Fine, you haven’t washed your hair in days, have you? Let me help you with that?"
"Wash my hair? Why not wash my whole body while you’re at it?"
George leered as he touched Elara’s hand.
Elara subtly withdrew her hand, "Don’t mess with me. Do you want me to wash your hair or not? Otherwise, I’ll head back to the company."
