Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 349: Men Are the Most Heartless

Hearing Iris Nash’s words, Eleanor Shaw was both angry and annoyed.

"Iris, how dare you treat me like this? Aren’t you afraid of what Gabriel will do when he finds out?"

Smack!

Iris didn’t hesitate to slap Eleanor Shaw across the face.

Eleanor was caught off guard, stumbled, and fell to the ground.

She covered her face, looking at Iris in disbelief.

Iris looked down at her, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.

"Eleanor Shaw, even now, you still think using Gabriel against me will work? Let me tell you, I’ve wanted to slap you for a long time. You unfaithful woman, you’ll spend the rest of your life in regret and pain."

She had swallowed her anger for years, watching Eleanor live elegantly, always wanting to tear off her facade.

She never thought the scene she could only dream of would finally come true in reality today.

She slapped this shameless old woman hard.

Relief!

"Mom."

Evelyn Miles was stunned for a moment, then shouted, striding towards Iris and raising her hand to hit back.

The bodyguard behind Iris quickly grabbed Evelyn’s hand, causing her pain.

"It hurts, ah! Let me go."

Eleanor climbed up from the ground and, seeing this, hurriedly shouted, "Let her go, I warn you, let her go immediately."

Iris smirked and said, "Sure, I can let her go, but you and your daughter must get out of my house immediately."

The bodyguard, following Iris’s command, released Evelyn’s hand and stepped back.

Eleanor hugged Evelyn, who kept complaining about the pain, and looked at Iris with eyes full of poison.

"Iris, do you think you can be so arrogant just because Gabriel can’t come out? I’ll wait for your regret!"

"Regret what? Eleanor Shaw, do you really think you’re something? Does Gabriel not know why he’s under investigation? Men are the most heartless. If he comes out safely, do you think he will still have anything to do with you? Eleanor Shaw, either you die, or live as a disgraceful mistress your whole life!"

Iris’s face was full of mockery, and her words pierced Eleanor’s heart, making her complexion change.

If Gabriel does come out safely, would he really abandon her and their daughter?

No, Gabriel wouldn’t do that.

Iris is deliberately confusing things. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Eleanor calmed her unsettled mind, saying, "Iris, you don’t need to sow discord, I’m waiting to see you regret."

"Stop with the nonsense. Hurry up and leave. Throw their things out."

Iris urged, and the bodyguards began to drive them away.

"Don’t touch me, I can walk myself."

Eleanor picked up her belongings, gave Iris a cold look, and left with Evelyn.

"Mom, this is our home, why do we have to leave?"

Evelyn shouted loudly, unwilling to leave.

Eleanor, irritated, said, "Evelyn, don’t embarrass us anymore, just hurry up and leave here with me."

Does she still want to be thrown out by Iris’s bodyguards?

She wasn’t that oblivious.

"You say I’m embarrassing? Clearly, it’s you who’s embarrassing! I’m going to find Dad, I want to sever our mother-daughter relationship!"

"Evelyn Miles, enough, if you keep causing trouble, I won’t care about you anymore."

"Who needs you to care? I want to be Hunter’s daughter, I don’t want to see you anymore!"

"..."

Watching Eleanor and Evelyn leave, Iris felt satisfied.

Looking around the room, she curved her lips, a hint of coldness in her eyes.

All of Gabriel’s financial records and misdeeds, she had copies of.

She just hadn’t wanted to escalate things before.

If she was pushed too far, she could do anything.

Is this considered kicking someone while they’re down?

Relief!

Nightfall.

Hawke Family.

Everyone was sitting on the sofa, waiting for Elara Don to come back to start dinner.

Victoria Don sat in a corner of the sofa, rubbing her calves, feeling like they weren’t hers anymore.

Exhausted, she had never been this tired before.

That damned Helen deliberately assigned her work through the secretary general, leaving her no time even to drink water.

She really wanted to tear her apart!

Growl, her stomach grumbled.

Victoria swallowed, smelling the aroma wafting from the dining room and acted coyly towards Damon Hawke.

"Tom, I’m so hungry, can we eat now?"

Damon was looking at documents, and hearing her voice, he glanced at her slightly.

But before he could speak, Bea’s voice rang out.

"We have to wait for Mommy to come back to start eating. You, thick-skinned as you are, calling yourself a guest here, have less sense of etiquette than a three-year-old?"

Thick-skinned, and still a guest.

Being mocked by a child, Victoria’s face didn’t look good.

She glanced around, seeing the Hawthorne sitting still, waiting for Amelia Miles to return to start dinner.

Since when did Amelia’s status become so noble, so adored by all?

Is she really becoming the mistress of the Hawke Family?

Victoria felt fury in her heart, forcing out two tears, looking at Damon.

"Tom, they’re bullying me, are you really going to sit by and do nothing?"

Damon looked at her, only to feel his chest tighten with pain again.

He clenched his fist, forcing himself to ignore her.

His head felt like it was going to explode, his heart tightening even more.

He endured the urge to get up with great effort, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

"Pfft!"

Damon, unprepared, spat out blood.

Everyone present stared at him, and Victoria’s sobbing also abruptly stopped, staring straight at him.

"Dad, what’s wrong with you?"

"Tom, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Quick, call Dr. Hughes."

"..."

The Hawthorne all gathered around, instructing what to do.

When Elara Don came in, she saw this chaotic scene.

"What’s going on?"

"Mommy, Dad spat blood."

Bea was the first to speak, running over to her.

Elara’s face changed, and she quickly went to Damon’s side.

The people around automatically made a path.

"What happened?"

Damon glanced at her, wiped the blood from his mouth, and said calmly, "I’m fine, probably just exhausted."

He was just conducting an experiment.

He was now sure that as long as he saw Victoria cry, his heart would hurt.

"Did you call the doctor?"

"Yes."

"You two, come and help him upstairs to rest."

Elara ordered calmly.

Two servants quickly helped Damon upstairs.

Victoria was left behind, unwilling as she called out, "Tom."

Damon paused for a moment, feeling his chest tighten again.

Elara glanced at her, a thought flashing through her mind.

Seeing Victoria move towards Damon, she pulled out a handkerchief from her bag and stuffed it directly into Victoria’s mouth.

"Keep your mouth shut."

Was Damon really exhausted to the point of spitting blood?

No, maybe it was because of Victoria.

She really wanted to silence her for good!

"Mmm mmm..."

Victoria looked at Elara in shock, trying to remove the handkerchief from her mouth.

Elara signaled to the bodyguard, who understood and held Victoria still.

Elara looked at her calmly and said, "Victoria Don, you better behave and stay quiet, otherwise, I’ll feed you poison to mute you, blind your eyes, and make your life a living hell."