Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

Chapter 384 Deliberately

Clark raised his head and said, “I don’t think so.”

He had already gotten what he wanted.

He really didn’t do what he didn’t want.

Although he moved out because of Belle, he felt that living alone was freedom and comfort. It was not a grievance.

For more than 20 years, he had been following his own thoughts.

Therefore, he felt great.

He knew what Wilson meant.

However, he was not as greedy as Cherry.

As the saying goes, happiness lies in contentment. He could feel his parents’ love, as well as his grandparents’

concern.

So he didn’t feel wronged.

But he didn’t think much about their favor.

It was impossible to be absolutely fair in everything.

Belle and Cherry would cry and make trouble, and his parents would tolerate everything. They would naturally favor

Belle.

He understood all of this, so he wouldn’t complain about it.

He just hated pretending to be pitiful.

Just like the netizens who criticized a woman who did not choose to divorce her husband for having an affair, he

would not blame her. He would only hate an immoral man.

Not everyone had the ability to make ideal choices, and not everyone had the courage to resist.

Just like his mother, Eudora.

She had been taking care of the Chester family for so many years, serving her parents-in-law and enduring all kinds

of hardships. It was not until this age that she finally had the courage to move out.

He would not blame his mother for not being brave enough in the past.

Because her mother had to take into account the Wright family and him, who had not been sensible at that time,

and her husband, who had been busy all day outside, into consideration, she was willing to endure all these things.

She was cowardly, but she was brave as a mother and a wife at the same time.

He also accepted his mother’s cowardice.

He loved his mother, and she loved him too.

The perfect person was only in his imagination.

As for the Chester family’s business, he didn’t want to get involved. It was good to divide the family.

Therefore, he did not have many feelings now.

“Grandpa, if you’re tired, go to sleep first. I’ll go out and tell Jaquan to go back first. I’ll come back to accompany

you later.”

Afraid that the cup would fall on the bed, he moved it away and left the ward.

Jaquan was making a phone call outside.

When Clark came out, he just finished talking.

Seeing Clark, Jaquan also walked over to him and said, “The doctor said that Grandpa is fine. I just told Cici and the

others. I’ll have to trouble you to take care of him tonight. I have something to do and have to go now.”

“What did you say to Cici at the dining table tonight?”

He did not respond to Jaquan’s words and asked abruptly..

Jaquan was stunned, and many thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end, he just lowered his head and

glanced at him slightly. “What do you mean? I’m Cici’s brother. Even if we say something private between siblings, I

don’t think there’s anything to question.”

His and Cierra’s words at the dining table were nothing more than speculations about Belle.

However, what did that have to do with Clark?

Moreover, killing someone in a car accident was not a small matter. The sudden inquiry more or less aroused the

suspicion of Jaquan.

However, his sharp gaze did not frighten Clark.

He raised his eyes and looked straight at Jaquan.

“I want to know about Cici’s matter, and I also hope to help you.

A strand of hair fell from his forehead, revealing some cold lines, which made people feel that he was a character

in comics.

Jaquan looked at him and did not answer.

Clark was talking to himself, which was his explanation.

“I don’t like Belle, and I moved out of the Chester family because of her. I heard you talking about her at the dining

table. Maybe you don’t know, but my senses are a little sharper than normal people’s, so I can here you.”

Jaquan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He didn’t think that Clark was bad, but it was useless even if he knew about it.

Moreover, those words were just his and Cici’s speculations. They couldn’t be true.

He didn’t want too many people to know that.

Just like the car accident, although it was reported on the news, the Barton family had tried their best to suppress

the license plate number and the injured.

At the same time, he dealt with the family of the staff.

The Barton family would naturally take responsibility for the rest of his life for causing him to suffer an unexpected

disaster.

“It’s not a big deal. I’ll help Cici deal with it. You’re in the art industry. Just do your work. Thank you for your

kindness.”

It was good for him to care about Cierra.

Jaquan raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, still unwilling to say more. “Let’s go back to the ward.

Wilson is waiting for you.”

Clark didn’t move. “Jaquan, you don’t seem to know me very well.”

Jaquan put his hand into the pockets of his suit.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard these words and stopped.

He took a step forward and lowered his voice.

“It’s my fault that I didn’t tell you the truth. I was indeed busy during my spare time, but I still have ajob.

Police, and should not be exposed.”

His five senses were different from ordinary people’s. He couldn’t waste them.

He had made up his mind. After Wilson and Archer had agreed to let him quit cooking, he applied for an art major.

But no one knew that he changed his major.

Drawing was his hobby, and he just wanted to be an amateur. He didn’t want to become a professional artist.

Hearing his words, Jaquan glanced at him in shock.

However, as a man who had seen a lot of things, the shock in his eyes only lasted for a moment.

Even so, he still asked a question, “Should you not be exposed? Why did you tell me just like that?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve completed my mission. There’s no danger now, so I can tell you in secret. If I really have to

conceal my identity for the rest of my life, I won’t say it out loud, let alone stay in Los Angeles all the time.”

He curled his lips and looked at Jaquan again.

“So, Jaquan, can you tell me now what happened to Cici?”

Jaquan frowned, organized his words, and said, “It’s just my guess. It may not be true. I’m in a hurry to leave now,

so I want to ask the traffic police.”

He wanted to ask the person who had pleaded guilty if he was really driving tired.

It might not be able to change anything.

But he had to ask him in person to get a rough idea of what was going on.

Clark nodded and said, “It doesn’t matter. Anyway, I don’t have a good impression of Belle. If there is anything

wrong, I can check it out when I’m free.”

At this point, Jaquan did not hide anything anymore and briefly told him what had happened a few days ago.

When he heard that the car in the car accident was Cierra’s, Clark’s face suddenly darkened.

When he spoke again, his tone was completely different from usual.

“I’ve heard of that accident, and my colleagues have guessed that it was not an accident. Because even if the

coachman at the intersection was tired and drove in the wrong direction, he couldn’t have driven the truck there.

So it’s very likely that he did it on purpose.”