My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)

Chapter 372

Chapter 372 He Could Go Insane

Donahueiel’s hands tightened up.

“What do you want from me… Name it. I’ll do anything.”

Donahueiel was at a loss for words. All he knew was he couldn’t let Janet give

up on him, he’d do anything for a second chance.

Janet scoffed. “So why did you come to me about this, Donahueiel? To be honest, I didn’t look into

what happened back then because I actually believed

that my miscarriage really was an accident.

“And so, despite our dying marriage and disappointment with you, I did not

take my miscarriage out on you.”

The words that came from her expressionless face were like slow knives

cutting through his flesh. “I was merely angry with you for suspecting me of being fake pregnant.

“I thought you’d give me more credit after all we’ve been through, even if you didn’t like me.”

Janet’s soft voice was calm and firm, like the rocks in the river.

“But you’ve already looked into that, Donahueiel. A man like you should not have been tricked so by yo

ur sister.

“Was it because you don’t have what it takes to uncover the

truth, or was it that you don’t dare, or want, to face the truth?”

Janet spoke right on the spot. Donahueiel opened his mouth in astonishment

and didn’t know what to say.

He had looked into what had happened. But his overtrust in his mother and sister, along with his neglig

ence, resulted in pain for Janet alone.

There was no denying it.

Janet smiled in sarcasm as Donahueiel went silent.

“I’m telling you, Donahueiel. I won’t let Quintina go so easily. I will have her pay for what she’s done.”

Donahueiel silently drew a breath. He stared at Janet, whose fair face was now

unclear of expression but felt heartbroken.

He and Janet were but six feet apart, yet felt so far away that he could neither

see Janet’s pain, nor that his regret would be enough to bring her back to him.

He refrained from his desire to embrace Janet, took a gulp, and left.

But then he stopped as he walked to the door.

“My mother… I will send her back to the Webster’s Mansion, Grandpa will

look after her, and I’ll send my servants. She won’t bother you again.”

Janet looked away from him indifferently and ignored his words.

Donahueiel refrained from his excruciating pain and finished what he had to

say.

“As for Quintina… Do what you will with her, she deserved it. And if… I mean,

if you could let her live, I’ll send her out of the abroad, far away from you.”

Janet ignored him and took the cooled coffee to her coffee table.

Donahueiel looked at her slim figure and felt like something clogged his

throat. He didn’t make a sound.

Words are useless now. He might still get his shot when Janet saw him in

action.

“Take care of yourself.”

Donahueiel strode out on that last word, scared that he might turn to look at

her again if he was slow.

Alfred looked at Donahueiel and tentatively asked, “To the house, Mr.

Webster?”

Brilliant sunlight shone through the window on Donahueiel’s handsome face.

Yet his eyes were empty, as if something had taken his soul.

A handsome face yet pale as the dead, riddled with losses, like a well–crafted

puppet.

“To the…” Donahueiel opened his mouth, but halfway, he looked toward the

Longfellow’s villa.

Alfred understood and left Donahueiel alone. He then spoke of a destination to

the driver.

Then they made their way to Forest Bay.

Donahueiel opened his eyes when they drove into the garage.

He seemed to have taken a nap, and when he woke up, he didn’t say anything

Chapter 372 He Could Go Insane

and silently exited his car, then walked into the villa alone,

Clyde came out as soon as Donahuelel walked in. He was surprised to see Donahuciel.

“Mr. Webster. Back already?”

Donahuciel took a look around the familiar environment. “Hmm,” he said a while later.

“Clyde, I’ll take a break. Leave me alone for now.”

Donahueiel felt bitter and wordless and went straight upstairs.

He used to live here with Janet. She decorated the place. She used to love that…

Donahueiel’s heart skipped a beat, and he thought, maybe it was all just his imagination…

The familiar décor gave him pause, and Donahueiel froze where he stood as he entered the bedroom.

This was his and Janet’s bedroom.

The wind blew over the aqua–

red curtain beside the floor windows, along with the familiar scent of citrus.

It was as if he and Janet were never apart.

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oom for a change of household attire.

But he stopped in his tracks as he opened the wardrobe. His face was pale as

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The clothes in the wardrobe were the same as before, tidily arranged by materials and seasons, with la

bels on the lower corners and the familiar writings that remarks on the clothing matches.

Donahueiel stood in amazement and scoffed at himself, then feebly pulled

down his necktie.

His retribution was so long overdue, like a slow

knife cutting him. He couldn’t yell for pain even if he wanted to.

He took a deep breath and brought out a change of clothes, But he could no longer bear staying in the

room with so much Janet Longfellow in it.

He could go insane if he kept this up.

Janet hardly stepped into the study because she didn’t like it.

He went to work at the study. He opened the door and saw everything he added

here, untouched by Janet.

Donahueiel exhaled and sat before the desk.

The scent of citrus incense in the stack corner was hardly detectable, probably

because no one had changed it for a long time.

The study that no one visited was a little arid. He reached out behind and

touched the humidifier in the back, and steam rose from behind.

Donahueiel casually took a book from the desk, but his hand stopped in its

tracks.

Janet was the one that cleaned his study and bedroom.

Janet was aware of plenty of his little habits.

Donahueiel didn’t like it arid, but he also didn’t like the humidifier placed so close in front of him, So Jan

et would always set the humidifier a bit further.

Not even Clyde knew that.

Donahueiel placed his elbows on the desk and massaged his throbbing temples. Then he scoffed at hi

mself.

It wasn’t his habit or most things in this house that changed.

It was the people who lived in it.