Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 229: Stirring Up Trouble on Purpose

Elara Don returned home, feeling somewhat distracted.

The children had been taken back to the old house, Damon Hawke was on a business trip too, leaving her alone at home.

When people are quiet, their minds start to wander.

Elara Don’s mind was full of Jack Clarke’s information.

If what Troy Don said was true, then Jack Clarke sounded very suspicious.

Did he deliberately kill her mother?

Why would he do that?

Thinking of how her gentle and kind mother had died so unjustly, her heart surged with emotion.

She couldn’t bear it!

The suspect was right in front of her; she needed to find out the truth!

Elara Don jumped up, grabbed her belongings, and went out the door.

According to the information Damon Hawke gave her, Jack Clarke was now a construction worker, doing exterior wall painting in a nearly completed residential area.

Elara Don hailed a taxi and headed to the residential area.

Upon reaching her destination, Elara Don sat in the car, asking the driver to wait for a moment.

At this time, many workers had already finished work and left the area.

Elara Don’s gaze was unwavering on the crowd coming out, and when she saw one person, her fingers tightened.

The information had a picture of Jack Clarke.

It was the middle-aged man coming out now!

Elara Don touched her pocket, took a deep breath, and opened the car door to get out.

She stood by the roadside, staring straight at Jack Clarke.

Several workers passing by saw her, a young woman standing by the road, and someone immediately started whistling.

"Miss, how much for a night?"

"Miss, who are you looking at? Look at me!"

Hearing these flirtatious jeers, Elara Don’s face turned cold, yet she didn’t respond, continuing to stare at Jack Clarke.

From a distance, Jack Clarke’s attention was caught by the jeers.

He glanced at Elara Don, seeing her staring intently at him, feeling a bit inexplicable.

Elara Don maintained her cold expression and called out, "Jack Clarke," as he walked past her.

Jack Clarke paused, turning his head to look at her, confusion flashing in his eyes.

"Do you know me?"

"No," she replied coldly. Then, staring at his confused look, she continued, "But I know you have an unspeakable secret."

Hearing this, Jack Clarke’s expression darkened.

"Miss, are you crazy? Go see a doctor if you’re sick," he said, ready to leave.

Elara Don blocked his path, "Jack Clarke, seventeen years ago, you killed a woman in a drunk driving accident. That was my mother."

Jack Clarke’s steps halted, a look passing over his face.

He looked sharply at Elara Don, nervously swallowing.

"Why are you here? Back then, I accidentally killed your mother, but I already faced punishment."

"Is that so?"

Elara Don studied his expression, not missing the fleeting panic in his eyes.

"Jack Clarke, stop pretending. Since I’m here to find you, it means I already know the truth. My mother’s death was no accident; you deliberately killed her while intoxicated! Tell me, who put you up to it?"

The woman’s eyes were piercing. Jack Clarke’s gaze flickered as he grabbed his tool bag, preparing to leave.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about. No one put me up to anything. Your mother’s death was an accident."

Elara Don grabbed his tool bag, "Jack Clarke, don’t go! Please tell me the truth! My mother is already dead; I just want to know the truth, who wanted her dead!"

"You have a daughter too; you should understand my feelings. If you were killed by someone, your daughter would be just as upset as I am, wouldn’t she?"

Her words made Jack Clarke’s steps pause once more.

He looked at Elara Don’s slightly reddened eyes, perhaps reminded of something, his eyes momentarily dazed.

But then, he rudely pushed Elara Don away.

"I told you, your mother’s death was an accident. Get lost, don’t bother me again."

Elara Don stumbled back, landing on the ground.

She watched as Jack Clarke placed his tool bag on a nearby electric bike and turned a corner to leave, a slight smile on her lips.

Getting up, she quickly walked over to the car parked by the roadside, opened the rear door, and got in.

"Driver, follow that electric bike up front. Don’t follow too closely so as not to be noticed."

She deliberately engaged with him, slipping a miniature bug into his tool bag.

She was intentional.

Intentionally stirring things up.

If he were bribed back then, with her sudden approach today, Jack Clarke would definitely contact that person from back then!

She needed to know who that person was!

Elara Don sat in the taxi, following Jack Clarke to an old neighborhood.

She asked the car to stay parked by the roadside, watching Jack Clarke enter a building as she pressed her red lips together.

Would Jack Clarke contact the person from back then?

Would she find anything?

Inside, Jack Clarke tossed his tool bag to the side and plopped down on the couch.

Thinking of the unexpected visit from Elara Don, he furrowed his brows tightly.

He got up, pulled a bottle of liquor from the cabinet, poured himself a full glass, and drank it all in one go.

An image flashed through his mind.

A woman was steadily riding a scooter down the road.

A large truck suddenly darted out.

With a loud bang!

The woman on the scooter was thrown into the air, flipped over twice, and crashed heavily to the ground.

The sky was gray, and a light rain started to fall.

The blood from beneath the woman slowly spread...

Jack Clarke closed his eyes, took a long swig directly from the bottle.

He took several large gulps, breathing heavily as he put the bottle down with a thud.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number.

Outside, Elara Don sat quietly in the car, filled with anxiety.

Why was there no sound at all?

Could it be that she was wrong?

Would Jack Clarke not contact that person from back then?

At that moment, a man’s voice suddenly came through her earpiece.

"Annie, have you eaten dinner yet? Make sure to take care of yourself at school, you hear? Don’t hesitate to spend money, Dad’s got it. If you need more, just ask Dad..."

This was Jack Clarke talking to his daughter on the phone.

Listening carefully, disappointment flashed in Elara Don’s eyes.

She thought Jack Clarke was talking to the mastermind behind that year on the phone!

This Jack Clarke, she couldn’t tell, but he was actually a good father.

Elara Don pressed her lips, a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

Inside, Jack Clarke hung up the phone, took another sip of liquor.

He looked at his phone, struggle crossing his eyes.

His daughter was majoring in dance at an arts school.

She had just mentioned needing fifty thousand for an international competition next month.

Money!

Jack Clarke slowly picked up his phone and called a number.

Outside.

Elara Don waited in the car for quite a while, but besides Jack Clarke’s phone call, there was silence.

The driver was getting impatient.

"Miss, how much longer are you going to stay here? I’m getting a bit hungry, and I need to change shifts soon."

Hearing this, Elara Don quickly apologized.

"I’m sorry, sir, for taking up your time, I’ll pay extra, so we’ll..."

Just as she was about to tell the driver to head back, a man’s voice came again through the earpiece.

"Lina Quinn’s daughter just came to see me; she wants me to tell her the truth about her mother’s death seventeen years ago."