Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 358: Finding Her a Male Escort

Sanatorium.

"Mrs. Grant, these are the old lady’s belongings."

The caretaker handed a mahogany box to Iris Nash.

Iris Nash’s eyes were red as she slowly took the mahogany box from the caretaker’s hands, holding it tightly in her arms.

Her mother had died.

After hearing the news about Gabriel Miles and Eleanor Shaw, in distress for her, she tried to find out more, got upset and fell, just like that, to her death!

Her mother who loved her the most, the dearest person to her in this world, was gone just like that.

Tears slid down her cheeks again. Iris Nash was devastated, her body shook, almost unable to stand.

Her brother, who rushed over, quickly supported her, his eyes also bloodshot.

"Sister, accept my condolences. Mother was already advanced in years, and being able to hold on for so many years was because of your good care."

Iris Nash’s brother comforted her.

Iris Nash’s face was full of tears, hugging the box tightly, slowly shaking her head.

"No, I killed mother, I’m an unfilial daughter!"

If she had stayed by her mother’s side and had not let her hear the news about Gabriel Miles, her mother would not have fallen in a fit of anger.

She was already old, her bodily functions were deteriorating, and the fall led to all kinds of illnesses.

If it weren’t for the fall, maybe she could have lived a few more years!

It was all because of her negligence!

She was the executioner who killed her mother!

Iris Nash was sobbing uncontrollably, her brother sighed and patted her back.

"Iris, at this point, do you still want to continue living with Gabriel Miles?"

He had already known about Gabriel Miles and Eleanor Shaw.

His heart was already full of dissatisfaction with Gabriel Miles.

Iris Nash slowly lifted her eyes, her blurred vision fell a short distance away.

Does she still want to continue living with Gabriel Miles?

She had not divorced Gabriel Miles because she was afraid her mother would worry for her, hadn’t she?

If her mother was dead, was there still a need to maintain this marriage?

"Iris, all these years, I’ve always known you have been protecting the Nash Family. If you feel you can’t go on with Gabriel Miles, come home. Though we are not as grand as a wealthy family, we are still respectable. As long as I’m here, there will always be a place for you at home."

Iris Nash’s brother spoke solemnly.

Iris Nash’s tears fell again, flowing like a stream.

The grievances and repression in her heart made her lean on her brother’s shoulder and cry out uncontrollably.

"Brother."

At middle age, love and such things were like clouds.

Only family was most precious.

Of course, maybe it was because she had never tasted the flavor of love that she had such a profound realization?

Her brother sighed, gently patting Iris Nash’s back, allowing her to vent.

After a moment, Iris Nash’s emotions gradually calmed down.

At this moment, her phone rang.

Iris Nash slowly stood straight, wiped her tears, took out her phone, and glanced at it.

It was Gabriel Miles’ call.

Iris Nash stared at the phone screen, her eyes filled with intense hatred.

If she was the executioner, then Gabriel Miles was the knife.

It was he who separated her and her mother into different worlds!

She did not want to endure any longer!

"Iris, is it Gabriel Miles calling? If you don’t want to answer, I’ll talk to him."

Her brother saw Iris Nash clench the phone, full of hate in her eyes, and his face darkened as well.

"No need, brother, I will handle this."

Iris Nash took a deep breath, calming her inner emotions, and answered the call.

"Hello."

"Where are you now? Come to Royal Court Suites, let’s talk."

Through the line came Gabriel Miles’ emotionless voice.

Iris Nash tightened her grip on the phone, and before she could say anything, all she heard was the dial tone.

Ha!

Still that lofty and arrogant.

Still treating her like a servant.

To call whenever and dismiss at will?

Iris Nash looked at the disconnected call, a cold smile formed on her lips.

Now that her closest kin had passed, she was no longer that timid, grievance-swallowing wretched creature she once was.

Why was Gabriel Miles looking for her now?

Just to talk about divorce?

Was he trying to legitimize Eleanor Shaw?

It doesn’t matter to her!

If he didn’t divorce her, she would divorce him!

"Iris, what did Gabriel Miles say to you?"

Her brother, seeing Iris Nash silent, hurriedly asked.

"He wants me to go to Royal Court Suites, to meet him and talk."

Iris Nash did not hide it from her brother.

Her brother frowned, "Why would Gabriel Miles choose to talk at a suite? Couldn’t you discuss things at home? What is he up to?"

Indeed!

If it’s just a divorce discussion, why would it have to be at a suite?

Doesn’t he also have a tea bar?

Isn’t his favorite place the Elegant Tea Bar?

Elegant Tea Bar, even the shop name had to have an elegance to it.

Gabriel Miles, Gabriel Miles, should she allow this pair of vile people to have their way?

"Brother, I’ll go and have a look."

Iris Nash was completely calm, she spoke indifferently.

"I’m worried, I’ll go with you," said her brother.

"No need, brother, I can go alone, if there’s anything, I’ll call you."

Iris Nash looked at her brother, "At this point, I have nothing to fear, if he is unjust to me, I will retaliate twice as hard."

She might as well see what trick this faithless man, Gabriel Miles, was up to this time.

Royal Court Suites.

Gabriel Miles sipped his tea, looking at the documents in his hand, his old eyes full of deep light.

This was a divorce agreement.

Soon, he would make Iris Nash divorce him willingly.

Of course, before the divorce...

"Mr. Miles, everything is arranged. Just waiting for Mrs. Grant to arrive."

David Taylor pushed the door open and respectfully said.

Gabriel Miles put down the divorce agreement and muttered a sound.

At this point, to maintain his last bit of reputation, he could only resort to this move.

Iris Nash, Iris Nash, her own fault for provoking Eleanor Shaw while he was away.

He had to make a choice.

Iris Nash took a taxi to Royal Court Suites.

After asking the room number where Gabriel Miles was, she went up to the third floor.

Looking at the room not far away, she glanced at her clothes, thought for a bit, and decided to wash her hands in the restroom first.

"Da Jiang, how can you be unwell at such an important moment? Are you pretending to have a stomachache because you know you have to accompany an old woman?"

"Nonsense! What’s wrong with old women? Us male escorts can’t be picky. Foolish not to earn money!"

"Hey, are you sure the person in the suite is Gabriel Miles? The person he asked us to accompany, are you sure it is his wife?"

"Absolutely certain! I passed by the manager’s office and overheard Gabriel Miles’ men talking to the manager."

"Tsk, who knows what the rich are thinking."

"..."

At the corner, Iris Nash’s footsteps paused, intently watching the two young men passing by her, her face changed again and again.

The Gabriel Miles they mentioned, was it her husband Gabriel Miles?

It must be!

Only her heartless husband would show such an unimaginable ugly side to others!

Arranging male escorts for his own wife?

Is this why he called her here today?