My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)

Chapter 382

Chapter 382 The Punish

Janet glanced at Quintina on the ground, and sneered, “Look, Donahueiel,

your sister is really crazy. She was like a maggot in the gutter. I will send her to a mental hospital.”

Hearing this, Quintina shuddered and immediately woke up.

She was crying, and looked at Donahueiel sadly, “Brother, I’m not

crazy! I won’t go, I won’t go to a mental hospital!”

The mental hospital… She would definitely be tortured to death by Janet!

Donahueiel’s eyes were dim and unclear, and he swept across Quintina, as

calm as a lake in early winter.

Sending Quintina to a mental hospital was the best choice right now.

It not only prevented Quintina from collapsing and begging for death but also punished her.

What happens next depended on her performance.

Donahueiel’s eyes pierced into Quintina’s heart.

“I will send her to a mental hospital for treatment.”

After the words fell, Quintina yelled in disbelief, “Quintina! I’m your sister, I’m your own sister! Don’t do t

his!”

Donahueiel looked into Quintina’s eyes as if something was broken in his heart. The corners of his eye

s were a little red.

“You are indeed my own sister,” he said coldly, “and you spilled things on the stairs, and watched m y child die.”

Quintina sat helplessly on the ground, and opened her mouth but couldn’t speak.

Donahueiel made a gesture and stopped looking at her, “Alfred, take her

away.”

The people brought by Alfred dragged Quintina away together with Janet’s

people.

Quintina’s cursing voice gradually faded away, and the big stone on Janet’s heart was also removed. T

he violent desire to destroy a person disappeared a

lot.

Seeing Donahueiel’s indifferent expression, Janet was surprised.

She thought the few times Donahueiel saw her was to plead for Quintina since

she had an accident.

But Donahueiel didn’t mention anything about Quintina but even agreed to

send her to a mental hospital.

He was considered to be aware of current affairs.

Janet felt happy and walked out of the basement.

“What did you come to see me?”

The smell in the basement was really not good, so Donahueiel also came out

and paused.

He orginally came to ask Janet to send Cuinting to a mental hospital for treatment, but he didn’t expect

Janet to do this before him.

But looking at Janet’s thin back, Donahueie swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

He turned his head and mentioned another matter, “Yesterday I went to the Longfellow Group to look fo

r you, and I ran into Nige”

Donahuriel’s eyes were dim, but his tone was quite steady, “He said you want to cooperate with him. I

wonder if I can get a share too?”

After thinking for a while, Janet shook her head, “Cooperation? I didn’t agree

yet,”

Donahuciel’s mood instantly became much clearer.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his

mouth, and it disappeared for a moment, “Then I plan to inject capital after you have finalized it, ok?”

“Discuss it another day.” Janet became impatient, “Is there anything else? If there is nothing else, you c

an go.”

He didn’t ask about the content and the development space of the cooperation.

This wasn’t his ultimate goal.

Her displeasure was obvious. Donahueiel didn’t say anything more. He wasn’t going to say this at first.

Of course, he couldn’t expect to succeed once.

Today was one of the few times in the past few days when Janet had

been calm and composed toward him.

Fearing that Janet would be dissatisfied with him, Donahueiel didn’t stay any

longer and left.

Donahueiel went back to the Webster’s Mansion. As soon as he entered, Winifred hurriedly greeted hi

m.

“Mom.”

Beni

Donahueiel’s brows darkened, and a bad premonition rose from his heart, “Why are you so anxious?”

Winifred grabbed Donahueiel’s arm and said, “Hurry up, your grandpa is in the study. He wants to see

you.”

The less she said, the more suspicious Donahueiel became. His mother was

not liked by Grandpa, she had always avoided him. Why did she suddenly drag him to see Grandpa tod

ay?

Donahueiel paused in his tracks, his eyes flashed sharply, and his voice was low, “Did you tell him Jane

t was miscarriage?”

A guilty conscience flashed across Winifred’s face.

Her hand holding Donahueiel’s arm loosened a little, and she

met Donahueiel’s persuasive gaze confidently.

“Couldn’t I save Quintina? She is my daughter, the flesh that fell from my

body! You could dislike her as a brother, but I must love her.”

Donahueiel was so angry, but he laughed back. He was lazy to say anything

more to Winifred, so he bypassed her and went straight upstairs.

Donahueiel stopped halfway and turned to look at his mother.

His eyes were like knives. Winifred knew that he has never rubbed sand in his

eyes, but as his mother and Donahueiel never disobeyed her, so she repeatedly

stepped on his bottom line.

Until this moment, facing his cold and sharp eyes, she was afraid of him for

the first time.

Donahueiel was calm, and the helplessness hidden in the dark and narrow eyes

made him look exhausted.

He spoke with a hoarse voice, “Mom, it’s true that you want to save your daughter, but Janet wants to a

venge her daughter too. You are both mothers. Are you more noble than her?”

After leaving the word, Donahueiel turned around and left.

Winifred was stunned for a long time, her hands were slightly tightened, and

she was a bit of indescribable anger.

“You, you’re my son!” She looked at Donahueiel’s back, trembling with anger, “You’re just talking to that

bitch with your elbows out!”

Donahueiel ignored her at all, he stood still at the door of the study, took a slow step, knocked on the d

oor, and went in. Winifred’s voice was blocked

from the door.

In the study room, the old Mr. Webster was sitting behind the desk, wearing reading glasses, the book i This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

n his hand hadn’t been turned for a long time. The branches and leaves outside the window rustled soft

ly, appearing restless in

the quiet study room.

Hearing the movement, he raised his head and looked at Donahueiel

dissatisfied. His old eyes reflected a sharp light under the reading glasses.

“Let me ask you a question, did Jill miscarriage?”

Every time this matter was mentioned, it was like a steel knife scraping Donahueiel’s cold heart over an

d over again.

But he was not qualified to cry out for pain, he was just constantly chewing on this feeling.

All this was retribution for him.

Donahueiel’s throat was hard and his voice was hoarse, “Yes, I’m sorry for

her.”

“Don’t say sorry!”

Winifred suddenly pushed the door and broke in.

She was full of anger and anxiety, completely ignoring old Mr. Webster’s dark complexion, and walked i

n front of Donahueiel.

“It’s not your fault. It’s all Janet’s fault!”

“Yes, Quintina was ignorant back then, but she was only a kid at that time.

Janet didn’t know how to protect herself when she was pregnant, so how could Quintina be blamed? D

onahueiel was on a business trip, and there was nothing wrong with him!”