Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 57: Drawn by My Son
Hospital.
Damon Hawke sat by the bed, looking at Bea’s pale little face on the hospital bed, her eyes tightly shut, full of pity.
Fortunately, his son was alright!
"My poor son, you’ve been through so much this time. Wake up soon, Mummy will always be by your side in the future."
Victoria Don stood nearby, pretending to wipe tears, showing a heartbroken expression.
Damon Hawke furrowed his brows, suppressed his temper, "There’s nothing more for you here, you should leave."
He didn’t plan to let Victoria Don continue to freely come and go from the villa like before.
This woman was too fake!
"Damon, even though I’ve done wrong before, I’m Charlie’s biological mother. Let me stay by his side! I swear, I will love him truly from now on!"
Victoria Don feigned sincerity, weakly looking at Damon Hawke.
Damon Hawke’s aura grew heavy, about to speak when his phone beeped.
He glanced at it and found it was a message from Elara Don.
Opening it, there was a sketch.
"Mr. Hawke, this is a portrait of one of the people who abducted Charlie, I hope you can catch them soon."
A portrait of the kidnappers!
Damon Hawke was invigorated, long fingers swiftly typing a line: "Seriously? Where did it come from?"
"My son drew it."
Elara Don’s son drew it!
Indeed!
He remembered Elara Don telling him that her son was with his son at the restroom.
So, her son might have seen the kidnappers.
A clever child!
And the portrait was quite vivid.
As good as his own son’s drawing skills!
Damon Hawke stared at the portraits, disregarded other matters, sending the images to Chase Quinn.
Then, he rose and strode outside, phoning Chase Quinn.
"How’s the investigation going?"
"Master, my uncle’s movements have been frequent, indeed taking on some shady deals, planning to set up his own base. I’m still investigating if those who kidnapped the young master are his people."
"I just sent you a message, the sketch shows one of the kidnappers. Find out their whereabouts soon."
Damon Hawke ordered seriously.
He wanted to lead the organization down the right path.
But not everyone would heed.
Let’s see what choice they make!
He wouldn’t force them.
But one thing, don’t touch the people he’s protecting!
At the hospital entrance, Victoria Don listened anxiously, her face suddenly changing.
What did she just hear?
The kidnapper’s portrait?
Someone sent Damon Hawke the portrait of the kidnappers!
Can those two kidnappers still hide?
Lost in her thoughts, she saw Damon Hawke hang up and turn towards the room.
Victoria Don swallowed and pretended to be calm, "Damon, there are leads? Will they catch the people who kidnapped Charlie?"
Hearing this, Damon Hawke’s steps halted, his black eyes narrowed dangerously, looking sharply.
"How do you know the kidnappers of Charlie were two people, not three or four? And who told you about Charlie’s incident?"
Once the incident occurred, he blocked the news.
Afraid that leaked news would cause unnecessary trouble.
Also afraid that his son might be in more danger.
Victoria Don didn’t attend the field trip, how does she know his son was in trouble?
"Damon, what do you mean? Are you doubting me? Do you think I instigated someone to kidnap Charlie? He’s my son, am I that heartless?"
Victoria Don’s heart skipped a beat, feeling chilling gazes from Damon Hawke.
Fortunately, she soon calmed down.
Damon Hawke said nothing, just stared at Victoria Don’s face, as if trying to see a clue.
Victoria Don’s heart raced, emotions brewing, eyes reddening.
"Damon, you’re asking how I knew about Charlie’s incident? I’m still his mother, he had a school outing today. You let Elara Don accompany him instead, how hurt and upset I felt, you don’t know, nor do you know how many people in high society were laughing at me! So, without asking, they told me what happened today!"
She is a first-rate actress!
Her acting would never let Damon Hawke find any clue!
Victoria Don wiped her eye corners, looked down slightly, avoiding eye contact with Damon Hawke.
Afraid of revealing secrets within those deeply penetrating eyes.
Damon Hawke steadily watched her, eventually heading towards the room.
"I’m here, go back."
That was just his momentary test.
Thinking this woman, no matter how cruel, wouldn’t hurt her own son.
"I’ll leave once my son wakes up."
Victoria Don watched his tall figure, exhaling heavily.
Her back was already drenched, frightened.
Damon Hawke said no more, seated by the bed, quietly watching the child’s sleeping face.
Victoria Don stood absent-mindedly nearby.
She didn’t truly want to stay here.
She just wanted to be the first to know the updates.
Afraid Damon Hawke would find those two kidnappers.
A half-hour passed, Damon Hawke’s phone rang again.
Victoria Don blinked, nervously watching Damon Hawke rise and head outside.
"Speak."
"Master, the sketch shows members of our Netherworld Organization, they and another person kidnapped the young master. I’ve tracked their movements, discovering their last stop was a small clinic in the suburbs. But by the time we arrived, they were taken away. According to the clinic chief’s description, the ones who took them were likely your uncle’s trusted aides."
Chase Quinn reported in detail over the phone.
Damon Hawke’s face was somber, his eyes cold.
"Understood, I’ll go back shortly."
What does his uncle intend to do?
Has he already realized his true identity?
Thus, kidnapping his son?
He must return to the Netherworld Organization!
Damon Hawke instructed two bodyguards to guard here, then prepared to leave.
"Damon, where are you going?"
Did he find the kidnappers?
Is he going to confront them?
Recalling her experiences in the basement of the Hawke Family villa, Victoria Don’s face paled.
"Rhun Quinn will come later, if you’re tired, go back early."
Damon Hawke glanced at Victoria Don, then swiftly left.
What to do?
He’s definitely going to confront the kidnappers!
Will those two kidnappers reveal her?
No, she didn’t contact them using her phone.
She didn’t transfer money using her account.
Damon Hawke won’t find out!
But what if he did?
Victoria Don swallowed hard, feeling ice cold all over.
She had climbed for so long, finally reaching her high position.
She can’t be destroyed like this!
She must plan ahead!
Victoria Don’s eyes shimmered, ignoring the little one on the bed, and hurriedly left.
Suburbs.
An old estate, bright with lights at the moment.
Passing an empty front hall, stone lions at the door opened their bloody mouths wide.
Inside the house, directly ahead, sat a chubby middle-aged man.
Wearing traditional Tang attire, with a beer belly, leisurely sipping tea.
