Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy

Chapter 145: Taking Responsibility for You

"Tom, I heard you’re pursuing a girl? Using two identities to get close to her?"

On the other end of the call, Andrew King glanced at Vinny Hawke sitting beside him, put on the speakerphone, and asked directly without beating around the bush.

"Yes."

Damon Hawke did not deny it.

"Why did you fall for a woman with a child? Is it because she looks like Evelyn Miles? Tom, I know you’re very persistent when it comes to emotions, but deceiving someone with a false identity and playing with their feelings is wrong. That’s not the behavior of a responsible man."

Andrew King spoke calmly, glancing at Vinny Hawke, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

This wasn’t a question he wanted to ask; someone was forcing him to do so.

And he couldn’t say no to her!

"Master, did my sister tell you this?"

Damon Hawke pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a bit fatigued.

"Yes!"

Andrew King responded, "Tom, your sister has done a lot for you; don’t make her sad and disappointed."

She was important to him, hoping they would be fine and not quarrel over such matters.

"Master, my sister is overstepping. I’ve grown up, I have my own decisions, my own ideas, she shouldn’t impose her thoughts on me."

Damon Hawke explained.

Andrew King furrowed his brows, "Tom, no matter how grown-up you are, in our eyes, you are still a child. Your sister cares for you because she loves you, and you can’t speak of her like that."

"Master, I can listen to her about anything else, but when it comes to matters of the heart, I hope she won’t meddle."

Damon Hawke took a deep breath, "Alright, Master, I have some things to attend to here, your health isn’t great, rest early, I’ll see you tomorrow."

He didn’t want to discuss this at the moment.

Because he knew, with his sister whispering in the Master’s ear, the Master was sure to listen to her.

He was also curious; it seemed his Master really listened to his sister.

But the sister always treated him coldly and indifferently.

What exactly was the relationship between these two?

On the other end of the phone, Andrew King put away the phone, coughed lightly twice, and looked at Vinny Hawke.

"Little Vinny, you heard it, the child has grown up, he has his own ideas now, you..."

"What about me? You also want me to leave him alone? Don’t you know, he is my..."

Vinny Hawke paused, her eyes turning a little red.

Then, she suddenly stood up, glared fiercely at Andrew King, and walked out without saying a word.

"Little Vinny."

Andrew King hurriedly chased after her, grabbing her hand.

Vinny Hawke wanted to shake off his hand, but he held on firmly.

"Alright, don’t be angry or sad. It’s all my fault; I’ve wronged you; you can hit or scold me, just don’t harm your body."

Andrew King sighed, reaching out to gently stroke her short hair, "Do whatever you want; I’ll always support you."

He had hurt her during his youth.

He was willing to use a lifetime to redeem himself.

Vinny Hawke didn’t speak, just looking up at him, her emotions slowly calming.

This man was the root cause of her lifelong suffering; she should have wanted to tear him apart fiercely.

But over time, she found she could no longer hate him.

Is it because he was her first man and her only man?

Women, ah, are just so soft-hearted.

"I’m leaving, rest early."

Vinny Hawke hardened her heart, pushed his hand away, and said coldly.

"I’ll see you off."

"No need, don’t get sick and make me take care of you."

Vinny Hawke glared at him, turned around, and left.

Andrew King was slightly stunned, a smile flickering in his eyes.

This outwardly strong woman is actually soft-hearted!

Meanwhile.

Chase Quinn arrived, bringing along Damon Hawke’s human skin mask, accompanied by two sets of clean clothes.

Damon Hawke put on the human skin mask and became the plain and unremarkable Thomas King.

"Master, about Uncle..."

"Leave him for now."

A trace of coldness flickered in Damon Hawke’s eyes.

"I’ll keep this account for now. When the time comes, I will make him pay."

Anyone who dares to hurt him will not be spared!

The Netherworld Organization is currently undergoing a transformation, not suitable for clashing with Uncle.

For now, let him be arrogant for a while.

"Yes."

Chase Quinn glanced at the cabin and respectfully stepped back.

Damon Hawke touched his human skin mask and turned into the cabin.

Inside, Elara Don was sleeping soundly.

Damon Hawke sat down, gently pulled her into his arms.

Elara Don felt the warmth of the man’s body, instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist, nudged her head, and continued to sleep soundly.

A trace of tenderness flickered in Damon Hawke’s eyes.

He gently stroked her long hair, wondering if he should tell her his true identity.

No, it’s not the right time.

He had to ensure she loved him deeply, with unwavering passion.

Only then could he reveal his secret to her.

...

Elara Don had a dream.

In the dream, she was entangled with a man, constantly demanding.

His scent was so familiar, repeatedly bringing her joy.

She desperately opened her eyes, wanting to see the man’s face clearly...

"Elly, I love you."

The man’s voice was low and magnetic, filled with deep affection.

Those dark eyes...

Elara Don suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"Awake?"

The lazy voice of the man rang in her ears.

So similar to the voice in her dream.

Elara Don turned around blankly, seeing the mask face of Damon Hawke, feeling a bit confused whether it was a dream or reality.

"Tom?"

Why did she have a dream where the man entangled with her was Damon Hawke?

But clearly the person next to her now was Thomas King!

Beside her!

Elara Don’s chaotic thoughts suddenly cleared.

Last night, she and he...

"It’s me, what’s wrong? Embarrassed, honey?"

Thomas King looked at Elara Don’s gradually widening eyes, smiled slightly, and gently stroked her hair.

"Wha... what honey? Tom, last night we..."

Elara Don hurriedly sat up, looking bewildered.

The quilt slipped off, revealing her bare shoulders.

And the pajamas that didn’t belong to her.

"Don’t remember? Do you need me to help you recall?"

Damon Hawke also sat up, with a few scratch marks on his muscular chest.

He leaned over as if wanting to kiss her.

"What are you doing?"

Elara Don’s face flushed red, quickly avoiding Damon Hawke’s attempt to kiss her.

It seemed she didn’t have a dream, but something that actually happened.

Last night, she and Thomas King actually...

"Honey, last night, you were very passionate about me. I am yours now, so should you take responsibility for me?"

Damon Hawke looked at Elara Don’s blushing face, a trace of laughter flickering in his eyes.

Elara Don was both embarrassed and angry, "Thomas King, don’t go too far, you clearly took advantage of me."

"Fine, then I’ll take responsibility for you!"