Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 61: The Young Master Has Lost His Memory
The son’s voice echoed beside the ear.
Damon Hawke’s hand froze mid-air, his dark eyes deep.
What is this situation?
What did he do?
The son actually despises him for being stern?
"Ahem, young master, this is your father. He is worried about you, not trying to be stern with you."
Rhun Quinn coughed lightly, quickly comforting the little guy on the bed.
The doctor said the young master had a head injury and temporarily lost his memory!
He doesn’t even recognize his own father!
No wonder the little guy without a memory would call his father stern, given his long-term poker-faced expression.
"He is my dad?"
Bea pouted, tears welling up in her big dark eyes, "Uncle Rhun, I want mommy."
Boohoo!
His little head hurts!
He doesn’t recognize anyone here!
Where is mommy?
There is a vague image in his little head.
Letting him know that it’s his mommy.
A woman very, very important to him.
"This..."
Rhun Quinn choked up, instinctively looking at Damon Hawke.
Damon Hawke looked intently at the little guy in front of him, after a brief shock, he vaguely figured out something.
Suppressing his inner anger, he softened his facial expression and reached out, holding the little one in his arms.
"Be good, mommy can’t come, daddy is here with you."
"Why can’t mommy come? Doesn’t she love little Bea?"
Bea pouted, his eyes a little red.
"No, she has work and went very far away. Daddy is here, daddy loves you."
Damon Hawke gently patted the little guy’s back, speaking softly and tenderly to him.
Standing by, Rhun Quinn watched this scene, feeling a wave of emotions inside.
Only when facing the young master does Damon show such a tender side.
If the employees at the company saw this, they would surely be shocked.
Bea just woke up, his body still a bit weak. As Damon Hawke comforted him, he yawned and felt a bit sleepy.
Hmm!
Daddy’s embrace is so warm!
"If you feel sleepy, go ahead and sleep."
"Hmm, daddy, you mustn’t leave, stay here with me."
Bea was tucked back into the blanket, rubbing his eyes, speaking in a soft voice.
Only when he was one or two years old did the little guy cling to him like this.
Damon Hawke’s heart softened, nodding, and he curved his lips to tuck him in properly.
Until the little guy fell asleep soundly, he got up and gave Rhun Quinn a look.
The two of them walked lightly out of the hospital room.
"Mr. Hawke, the doctor said the young master hit his head when he fell down the slope, causing temporary memory loss."
Rhun Quinn informed Damon Hawke of the situation without needing to be asked.
Damon Hawke’s jaw tightened slightly, "When will his memory recover?"
"That’s uncertain, it depends on the circumstances."
Rhun Quinn relayed the doctor’s exact words.
Damon Hawke’s aura grew cold, thinking of his son’s earlier search for mommy, his aura grew even colder.
Looking for mommy is a child’s nature.
So how could Victoria Don be so cruel?
To frame Elara Don, she used her own son!
At this moment, his phone rang.
Damon Hawke took out his phone, glanced at it, and his expression softened.
"Sis."
"Charlie is in trouble? We’ve already booked the tickets, the flight’s early tomorrow morning, come to pick me up."
A woman’s pleasant voice came through the line, Damon considered for a moment, then replied.
"Did Victoria Don call you?"
No need to say, his sister found out about this so quickly, it must be Victoria Don who told her.
She’s calling for reinforcements.
"Yes, we’ll talk when you come back."
Vinny Hawke hung up the phone rather abruptly, as always.
Damon Hawke pinched the bridge of his nose, a trace of fatigue flashing in his eyes.
This time, no matter who speaks on her behalf, he won’t be with Victoria Don!
The next day.
Skyridge Apartments.
Elara Don didn’t sleep well all night, her mind filled with scenes of kidnappers abducting people.
Truly thinking about things during the day and dreaming at night.
No idea if Damon Hawke has caught the kidnappers yet.
Elara Don forced herself to perk up and placed breakfast on the dining table.
"Mommy, morning."
Dominic Hawke washed up himself and obediently walked to the dining room.
"Morning, Bea, did you brush your teeth and wash your face? Come have breakfast."
Elara Don smiled gently and lifted the little guy onto the dining table.
Dominic Hawke felt happy but also a bit uneasy.
He pretended to be Bea again and stayed by Charlotte Soo’s side.
Hopefully, Aunt Charlotte won’t dislike him when she learns the truth.
"Eat more."
Elara Don took care of the little guy, feeling a bit distracted.
"Mommy, did Bea wake up in the hospital? Did Uncle Hawke catch the kidnappers?"
Dominic Hawke held his milk cup, eyes showing a hint of tension.
A night has passed, no idea how things are on the hospital’s side?
Did Bea wake up?
Were the kidnappers caught?
"I haven’t asked yet, let’s wait until mommy goes to work and ask then."
Elara Don also had this question on her mind, smiling at Dominic Hawke.
Dominic Hawke took a sip of milk from the cup, about to speak, when Elara Don’s phone rang.
Elara Don glanced at the caller ID, then answered the call.
"Evan."
"Elly, I’m downstairs at your place. If you’ve finished eating, come down with Bea; I’ll take Bea to kindergarten."
Evan Miles’ gentle voice came through the line.
Elara Don smiled softly, "Evan, it’s not too much trouble."
"No trouble."
Evan Miles, keeping it short, hung up after speaking.
Dominic Hawke looked at Elara Don’s smiling face, his big eyes flashing a hint of vigilance.
"Mommy, whose call was it?"
"It’s Uncle Miles; he’s here to take us to kindergarten."
Elara Don put down her phone and quickly finished the remaining breakfast.
Uncle Miles?
Isn’t he the uncle who has a problem with his foot when he walks?
The pursuer of Aunt Charlotte!
"Mommy, do you like Uncle Miles?"
Cannot like him!
He’s going to help dad defeat this rival in love.
"This child, hasn’t mommy told you before? Mommy likes you the most. Having you is enough!"
Elara Don tidied up the dining table, smiling as she replied.
Dominic Hawke slid off the chair, his dark eyes fixed.
Aunt Charlotte only likes Bea?
Is it possible to add dad and him too?
Downstairs, Evan Miles leaned against the car door, smiling as he opened the rear car door for Elara Don and the little guy when they came down.
"Morning, Bea."
Dominic Hawke glanced at him, calling nonchalantly, "Morning Uncle Miles."
Hmm?
Not enthusiastic about him?
Evan Miles raised an eyebrow slightly, watching Elara Don place the little guy in the car.
Inside the car was Claire Grant, calling Brother Beau sweetly.
Dominic Hawke paused, a trace of helplessness flashing in his lowered eyes.
The little sister is so cute.
But he doesn’t know what her name is!
"Brother Beau, why aren’t you talking to Tilly sweetheart? Here, have some candy."
Claire Grant took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket with her chubby white hand, handing it to Dominic Hawke.
So her name is Tilly.
"Thank you."
Dominic Hawke moved his little mouth, took the chocolate, and thanked her.
Claire Grant wiggled her little legs, her big eyes blinking as she looked at Dominic Hawke beside her, full of confusion.
Why is Brother Beau not talking?
Does he not like Tilly sweetheart?
