Rejected by a thug!
Elara Don glared at Damon Hawke, "I'm here, of course, because there's something going on with the company. Duh!"
Ha!
Snapping back!
Not giving an inch!
Yet the pitiful look of seeking help just now was quite endearing.
Damon Hawke chuckled lightly, his gaze lowering to Elara Don's clear and elegant face, "You work so diligently, does your boss know? You should ask him for some credit."
He hadn't expected this woman to personally go to the flower base.
Truly dedicated to her work.
"Forget it! That capricious, super narcissistic, blind-judging man, it's best to stay as far away as possible."
Elara Don curled her lip, looking full of disdain.
That evaluation!
Damon Hawke's smile paused, "You don't like him very much?"
Was her impression of him really so bad?
"Just an inconsequential person, doesn't matter if I like him or not."
Inconsequential person?
Damon Hawke's breath deepened, "You speak of him this way, something must have happened. Tell me?"
"Him, aside, his judgment is truly poor!"
Elara Don said angrily, "His fiancée abuses his own son, yet he turns a blind eye. Would you say he's blind?"
Victoria Don abuses Charlie?
Damon Hawke's eyebrows darkened, "Did you see this with your own eyes, or is it hearsay?"
"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes."
Elara Don was indignant, "Moreover, his son doesn't like his biological mother. A child's world is the purest; they know in their heart who's sincerely good to them and who's not, even if they don't say it. So for the child to dislike his mother, there's definitely a problem. Poor kid, who knows if that's even his real mother."
Whether it's his real mother!
Damon Hawke squinted his eyes, something flashed in his mind, and his heart stirred slightly.
His gaze landed on the woman's graceful face, and Damon Hawke parted his thin lips lightly, "Four years ago, did you ever go to the Houghton Hotel under Hawke Corporation?"
Elara Don: "..."
What!
Why did he suddenly ask this question?
Could it be he recognized her?
Elara Don's eyes flashed with a trace of panic. She raised her gaze but hurriedly looked away upon meeting the man's deep eyes.
"No! Why do you ask?"
No way!
Did she slip up somewhere?
Did he recognize her?
Damon Hawke stared at the guilty-looking woman, not missing the panic in her eyes.
Why panic?
Afraid of exposing her identity as a single mom, or for some other reason?
"This is my stop, I need to get off."
The car slowly pulled into the stop, and Elara Don quickly got off, under Damon Hawke's burning gaze.
Damon Hawke leisurely followed her off the bus.
"Well, thanks again. Bye."
Elara Don waved to Damon Hawke, quickly heading towards the residential area.
The woman's steps were a bit rushed, as if she were evading something.
Damon Hawke gazed deeply, pulling out his phone.
"Chase Quinn, how's Xu Yan?"
"Already sent to the police station."
"Good, come pick me up."
This Elara Don really piqued his interest more and more!
In the apartment building, Elara Don pressed the elevator button, exhaling deeply.
A little unclear why this thug would bring up something from four years ago for no reason?
Did he recognize her or not?
Even if he did, she had to hold onto her secret tightly, never letting him know about Charlie!
Elara Don made a firm decision in her heart and returned home.
"Mommy, you're back!"
As soon as the door opened, Charlie rushed over.
Following him to greet her was Evan Miles' daughter, Elly.
"Mommy, hug."
Seeing the two little ones, Elara Don's heart melted completely.
She squatted down and hugged them both, giving each a kiss.
"Elly, have you had dinner? If not, I saved some dinner for you."
Evan Miles walked over, smiling as he spoke.
"Evan, thank you."
Elara Don stood up, looking at Evan Miles with gratitude.
He'd help pick up her son and also make dinner for her.
He really was a kind man.
"It's nothing. I know once you start working, you forget to eat and sleep."
Evan Miles smiled warmly.
Elara Don smiled softly, not telling them about today's events, for fear they would worry.
"Since you're back, Sweetie and I should get going."
Evan Miles glanced at the time, picking up his daughter.
"No, I want to be with Mommy and Brother Charlie."
The little girl pouted her little red lips, wriggling her little bum trying to get down.
Evan Miles affectionately pinched the little girl's nose, "Haven't had enough fun yet? We have to go home, take a bath, and go to sleep."
"Mommy will give Sweetie a bath, Mommy, let's go home together."
The little girl tilted her head, speaking in a childish tone.
Elara Don looked embarrassed and quickly said, "Sweetie, be good. It's too late today, come play at godmother's house tomorrow!"
The little girl was too young, she needed to slowly correct her address for herself.
"Yes, Mommy's very tired from work. Let's let her rest well."
Evan Miles' eyes briefly flashed with melancholy, stroking his daughter's head, and left with Elara Don.
Once the door closed, Harry Soo clung to Elara Don's side.
"Mom, can't you consider Uncle Miles? Even though I don't like sharing your love with others, he's pretty nice. If you marry him, you won't have to work so hard."
Uncle Miles had been taking care of them since they were abroad.
If Mom chose him as his cheap dad, he wouldn't mind.
"Alright, stop playing matchmaker! Quickly, tell mommy if you were good at school today?"
This kid, why has he been trying to pair her up recently?
Does he really want a father that much?
Elara Don felt an immense pressure!
...
Hawke Manor.
Damon Hawke entered the main hall.
"Young Master, you're back."
"Mm, where's Young Master?"
"Upstairs, Miss Don is also there."
Victoria Don is there too?
Damon Hawke squinted his dark eyes, heading upstairs.
The corridor was quiet, Damon Hawke didn't alert anyone, arriving at the nursery room door.
"Why don't you ever listen? Huh? In this drawing, who is the woman you're drawing? Speak up? It's really driving me mad, are you mute again? In front of that woman, aren't you good at talking? Even asking your father to pursue another woman? Have you forgotten that I am your real mother?"
A sharp voice came from inside, Damon Hawke's gaze turned cold, and he reached out to twist the door open.
As he stepped in, he saw Victoria Don twisting Dominic Hawke's arm.
The little boy stood silently, eyes red, lips tightly pressed, shoulders hunched.
Damon Hawke's heart felt like it was being slashed by a knife, his gaze instantly fierce.
"Victoria Don, what are you doing!"
The roar was like a raging lion; before Victoria Don could react, she was thrown aside.
With a crash, she hit the table, rolling to the ground with screams, writhing in pain.
In her vision, she saw the man's face full of danger, her heart trembling.
Damon Hawke has returned!
He's furious!