Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 122: Aren’t You Going to Double-Check?

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Aren’t You Going to Double-Check?
Hearing Elara Don’s teasing, Elena Soo lowered her head in guilt once again.
"Charlotte, I apologize to you again. I’ll return the money to Melody in a while. However, she has already recorded our conversation, and once I return the money to her, I suppose I can no longer be a perfumer."
Melody won’t let it go just like that.
She will definitely frame me, making it impossible for me to stay in Scentia.
"Don’t worry, Elena, listen to me."
Elara Don’s apricot eyes sparkled, "Send another message to Melody, tell her that I’ve revised the formula."
If Melody wants to deal with her, she has to return the favor, right?
"Charlotte, you’re thinking of..."
"Elena, remember, you didn’t betray me; you merely set a trap intentionally."
Elara Don chuckled softly, bending over to whisper in Melody’s ear.
The Don Family.
Isabella Wolf was finally released on bail.
"Mom, I’m sorry for what you’ve been through."
Victoria Don was very happy, holding her mother tightly.
"Let me change clothes first."
Isabella Wolf looked significantly older.
After all, she had lived a privileged life since she was young and had never endured the suffering of being subservient or watching people’s faces.
Even though Victoria Don had already put in a word, she was still a prisoner.
But she also understood that she endured all of this for her daughter’s sake.
She couldn’t blame anyone else.
Luckily, in the end, her daughter figured out a way to get her out.
"Daughter, was it Damon who helped your mom get out? Then, hurry and ask him again to give the Thorne Group a way out!"
Troy Don was not concerned about whether Isabella Wolf could come out; he only cared about his business.
Because Damon Hawke and Victoria Don had canceled their engagement, along with the withdrawal and suppression of the Hawke Corporation, the Don Family’s business was on the brink of collapse.
He only hoped that Victoria Don could win back Damon’s heart and let his company return to its peak.
Now that Isabella Wolf could come out, it must have been Damon who used his connections.
Therefore, the revival of the Don Family was just around the corner!
Upon hearing Troy Don’s words, Victoria Don’s eyes flickered slightly.
"Dad, patience is a virtue. Damon barely agreed to let Mom out. Let’s take it slowly."
Isabella Wolf’s release was, of course, not her credit.
However, she could still use the leverage in her hand to pressure Elara Don in the future!
Elara Don wouldn’t dare to disobey!
"You fool, why did you get your mom out first? Why didn’t you ask Damon to help our family through the tough time first?"
Troy Don, with a cold heart, complained.
Victoria Don grew impatient, "Dad, that is my mom, your wife of decades. How can you say such things?"
Mom went to prison because of her.
She had to ensure her mother’s safety first.
"Enough, enough, just hurry up and ask Damon to help our family again."
Troy Don knew they had to rely on his daughter now and didn’t want to upset her, so he changed the subject.
Victoria Don didn’t speak, sitting on the sofa, lost in thought.
If she sent a message to Elara Don now, asking her to handle this matter, would she agree?
The phone rang.
Victoria Don glanced at it, then hurried upstairs into her bedroom.
"Hello."
The call was from Cole Hawke.
"Victoria Don, what exactly happened recently? Do you know Damon Hawke almost reunited with Elara Don?"
What!
Victoria Don was shocked, "Mr. Hawke, do you mean Elara Don almost found out that Damon Hawke is actually her son’s biological father? How could this happen?"
"How could this happen? Shouldn’t I be asking you that?"
Cole Hawke said coldly, "Your mother was released? Damon used his connections? Victoria Don, if you act recklessly again, prepare for destruction."
He had investigated; it was all Victoria Don’s foolish doing.
Almost blew their cover.
"It won’t happen again."
Victoria Don quickly said, "Mr. Hawke, so now, Elara Don shouldn’t know her child’s father is Damon, right?"
"What do you think? If she knew, would you still be calmly talking to me?"
Cole Hawke sneered, "Don’t worry, I settled it this time."
That’s good.
Victoria Don hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Elara Don doesn’t know the truth, she still has a chance.
However, for now, she couldn’t use the so-called leverage to negotiate with Elara Don.
...
Hospital.
Psychology Clinic.
Leia Quinn was on a call with Elara Don.
"You mean you almost thought Damon Hawke and Thomas King were the same person? But it turned out you were just overthinking?"
"Yes! Now I feel relieved yet a bit regretful, regretful that the child is not my son."
Elara Don’s sigh came through the current.
Leia Quinn’s eyes flickered slightly, "Elly, aren’t you going to verify again? If these two are indeed the same person, it’s actually a good thing. At least Damon Hawke is handsome and rich!"
"No way, Kiki, you know the vast difference in our status. If possible, I’d prefer the child’s father to be an ordinary person."
Hearing this, Leia Quinn understood.
Just as she was about to say more, Craig Landers appeared at the door.
"I won’t talk to you anymore, I have to work now."
Hanging up the phone, Leia Quinn saw Craig Landers walk inside.
"Dr. Quinn, I came for a consultation."
The man was dressed in a white casual outfit, paired with his dangerously charming smile, looking particularly elegant under the light.
Leia Quinn felt a bit dazzled, so she looked away, fiddling with the computer.
"What’s bothering you?"
This man actually registered at her clinic!
Does he have psychological problems again?
"Not feeling great inside."
Craig Landers didn’t sit on the chair but sat on the table.
He leaned forward slightly, getting close to Leia Quinn, pressing her hand against his chest.
"Dr. Quinn, recently, I’ve often felt chest tightness, and my heartbeat becomes irregular when I see someone. Can you feel it?"
The man flirted with his eyes, his voice deep and alluring, clearly teasing her.
Leia Quinn felt itchy where his breath touched.
She struggled to free her hand and pretended to be calm, "Mr. Landers, based on your description, I think you should see a cardiologist, not a psychologist. I happen to have a colleague who’s a cardiology expert; I’ll contact him for you."
Damn man, does he have nothing better to do than mess with her?
"Hey, Dr. Quinn, I don’t have a heart problem; I must be lovesick."
Craig Landers snatched Leia Quinn’s phone away, leaning even closer.
"Mr. Landers, please stop your peacock display. If you continue to disrupt my work, I’ll call security."
Leia Quinn’s face turned cold as she looked at Craig Landers.
Craig Landers shrugged, looking innocent, "Dr. Quinn, it was just a joke. Why so serious? Fine, I genuinely came for counseling. Let’s begin."