Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 373: Is It You

"You, you let go of me, I’m about to burst."

Victoria Don tightened her legs uncomfortably.

The officer snorted lightly, put the cup down, and stood up, looking down at her.

"Still unwilling to confess? Take your time to reflect, I’ll go outside for a smoke. When I come back in, I hope to hear some good news."

After speaking, the officer strode out of the interrogation room, leaving Victoria Don alone inside.

Victoria, both angry and anxious, shouted, "Don’t go, take me to the bathroom quickly!"

Only boundless silence responded to her.

Ahhh!

Uncomfortable!

She couldn’t hold it any longer!

Victoria’s face twisted as she kept squirming, trying her best to hold it in.

In the space around her, inexplicably, the sound of water started.

Splish splash, splish splash, merging with the flow inside her body.

Victoria shivered, feeling a sudden warmth beneath her...

She had actually wet herself!

Victoria’s face flushed red, wanting to bash her head against the wall in shame and anger.

"Is there anyone here, you bastards, once I get out, I’ll never let you off!"

Outside, the officer watched the scene in the interrogation room through the monitor and snorted coldly.

Then he took out his phone and reported the situation to Team Leader Liu.

Team Leader Liu then relayed what he heard to Damon Hawke.

Damon Hawke had just arrived at Hawke Group.

He calmly sat in his office chair and thanked Team Leader Liu.

After hanging up the phone, he pondered for a while, then called Chase Quinn.

"Chase, later, go get Victoria Don out of the police station."

Though unable to bring her to justice for now, at least making her suffer a bit!

...

Detention center.

Gavin Miles sat with a sullied face, his expression filled with dismay.

He was too careless, believing Victoria, and thus easily manipulated by Damon Hawke.

Thinking back, Damon was not stupid; he must have already sensed something odd about him and simply turned the tables.

He was really foolish!

Gavin kicked the chair, his chest heaving.

Is this how his life was going to end?

He hadn’t even avenged Uncle Lee yet, and now James Lee was implicated and also locked up in the detention center.

He was not willing!

"Gavin Miles, your lawyer is here to see you."

The officer opened the door, his face stern.

Lawyer?

Who arranged for a lawyer for him?

Gabriel Miles was currently in prison and couldn’t protect himself, clearly wouldn’t care about him.

And his mother, after divorcing Gabriel, declared that from now on she had nothing to do with the Miles family or its affairs.

Including cutting all ties with him.

So after knowing he’d gotten into trouble, would she find a lawyer for him?

If not her, then who got a lawyer for him?

Regardless of who arranged the lawyer, having one is better than none.

Gavin’s thoughts whirled as he followed the officer to the visitation room.

Entering the door, inside sat a man in a suit with gold-rimmed glasses.

Holding a briefcase, he looked every bit the elite professional.

"Master Grant, I’m your lawyer, my surname is Dalton."

The man stood up and greeted Gavin Miles.

Gavin sat down, "Lawyer Dalton, who hired you? Was it my mom?"

The lawyer smiled slightly, "No."

"Then was it my dad?"

Gavin asked.

The lawyer’s smile was somewhat meaningful, "Yes, your father sent me to help you. Master Grant, don’t worry, I will make sure you get out safe and sound."

Was it really Gabriel Miles who arranged the lawyer?

But Gabriel was currently being held, unable to protect himself.

Gavin paused, then asked, "Lawyer Dalton, can you tell me, how’s my dad doing now? Is he going to be sentenced to death?"

Gabriel Miles instructed someone to kill Lina Quinn, and just that was enough to sentence him to death.

"Master Grant, I think you misunderstood."

The lawyer looked at him, saying each word slowly, "You are not a child of the Miles family, your father is not Gabriel."

Gavin Miles: "..."

What!

He wasn’t part of the Miles family!

Then who was he really?

...

Vexia.

Amelia Miles didn’t stay in the villa all the time; instead, she contacted several herbal medicine companies to discuss business dealings.

During her free time, she accompanied Sarah Moore and played with Sarah’s daughter.

Sarah’s face gradually restored under Frost Moore’s treatment.

Her fair face exuded a refined elegance of a lady, making it pleasing to the eye.

However, her voice hadn’t recovered, sounding rather unpleasant.

Amidst casual conversation, Amelia learned that Sarah was also a psychologist.

This inevitably reminded her of her dear friend.

Aside from her appearance, Sarah shared many life habits with Amelia’s friend.

Even their profession was the same.

What a coincidence!

A week later, they finally decided to return to Sea City together with Amelia Miles.

"Brooke, when we get to Sea City, why not stay with me at the Miles family mansion?"

Amelia suggested.

"I’d rather not; my brother probably wouldn’t agree."

Sarah politely declined.

"If he disagrees, he can stay at a hotel by himself. You can stay with me at the family mansion."

Amelia continued to persuade.

Sarah opened her mouth, about to speak, when Frost Moore’s voice came from upstairs.

"What are you talking about? Who’s staying at the Miles mansion?"

Sarah looked at Frost, smiling, "Brother, Elly is just being enthusiastic, inviting us to stay at her place."

"No need, I don’t like troubling others."

Frost coldly refused.

Sarah knew this would be the outcome, looking innocently at Amelia.

Amelia laughed, "Mr. Moore, it wouldn’t be any trouble. If you all stay at the Miles mansion, I can help Brooke take care of Coco."

"No need, Coco has an aunt to care for her."

"But..."

"Miss Miles, shall we leave now?"

Frost interrupted her impatiently.

"Let’s go."

Sarah quickly spoke, walking over to Frost, whispering in a hoarse voice, "Brother, don’t be upset, I’ll definitely stay at the hotel with you."

She understood that Frost was worried about her.

Afraid she’d reveal herself if she stayed at the Miles mansion too long.

She understood.

Frost glanced at her, nodding with satisfaction.

Amelia didn’t quite understand, but felt Frost’s temperament was somewhat odd.

But these were minor issues.

As long as he was willing to come to Sea City to treat Damon Hawke, she was satisfied.

Just thinking about soon seeing Damon filled her with excitement and anticipation.

Hoping Frost’s skills would immediately eradicate the Gu from Damon.

Sea City.

Houghton Club.

Craig Landers stood by the window with a cigarette between his fingers.

Blue-white smoke swirled, blurring his exceedingly handsome face.

The suite also housed Damon Hawke, waiting for Amelia and her group to arrive.

"Tom, they should be arriving soon, right? I’m going out for some air."

Craig took a deep drag, then put out the cigarette.

"Hm."

Damon was busy with documents, replying nonchalantly.

Craig walked out of the suite, casually moving forward.

The suite was on the third floor.

He leaned on the railing, arms braced, looking downward.

Instantly spotting Amelia and her group waiting for the elevator.

Amelia and the others had already arrived.

Craig curved his lips, casually catching sight of the woman beside Amelia.

The woman was turning her head, teasing a little one held by a middle-aged woman.

He was too far to see her face clearly.

Could only see her slender figure, so much like his wife!