My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)
Chapter 362

Chapter 362 The Truth About Miscarriage

She held onto the long handrail of the stairs and slowly descended the steps.

The clicking sound of the delicate heels on the stairs seemed to knock on the

man's heart and put Donahueiel in a heavy mood.

"Donahueiel, by trust do you mean that I had a miscarriage three years ago, and you simply don't believe I carried a child?"

"Or was it that I was kidnapped by Anastasia and you came to question me about why I did that to her?"

"Or was it that every time Anastasia harmed me, you sided with her and thought she was too pure to harm anyone?"

"At that time, we were still married. But you never trusted me, did you?"

"Your so-called trust is too cheap!"

Janet taunted.

It turned out that her heart still hurt.

She cautioned herself countless times not to fall for this man again.

But when she thought of the past, she still had palpitations, as if it were a crazy dream.

How did she get through all those years?

Why did she ever love such a person?

Donahueiel's expression changed from anger to bewilderment to panic.

He raised his eyes to hide the complex emotions. He spoke again, and his voice was raspy, "What happened before..."

"You haven't given me trust, so why ask me to give you trust?"

Janet's expression grew a little colder. She looked at him condescendingly, like a judge.

"Donahueiel, don't say these disgusting words again. I told you, I don't want

to see you anymore. Get out!"

With that, Janet turned around, the hem of her skirt arcing in a stunningly

beautiful way. Her chin held high made her look like an arrogant, noble white

swan.

Donahueiel's pupils widened, and he went up to take her hand in a panic. Janet stopped as her wrist was yanked unawares, and looked back at Donahueiel angrily.

Her eyes met a pair of agitated ones.

"Make it clear." Donahueiel's eyes were red at the corners, and he held back.

His voice trembled for a moment as if it were Janet's illusion.

"Tell me clearly about the miscarriage.'

Janet looked at him steadily for a long time.

Suddenly, somehow, Janet took pity on the man in front of her.

Donahueiel had taken care of the entire Webster Group and even enjoyed an

international reputation. But when it came to home, he was fooled. How

ridiculous!

Janet leaned against the staircase handrail and laughed.

That laugh carried endless ridicule.

"Okay, since you have to ask for clarification today, I will tell you properly."

She decisively drew out her wrist and tossed back the curls that had fallen to

the side of her neck. Her eyes were icy cold.

"You once sent Alfred to look into my miscarriage back then and blame me for

it."

"Who did you suspect again? Also, you claimed to have been sending people to

investigate my kidnapping. Did it turn out to be the same as my miscarriage back then? In the end, you found out that it was my problem?"

Donahueiel's thin lips were tightly pursed and bloodless. "There was

something wrong with that investigation. I asked Alfred to change the

approach and check again."

Just as he finished speaking, a figure hurriedly walked into the stairwell.

Janet looked down and met Quintina's frightened eyes.

"Janet!"

Quintina darted up the stairs, uneasy.

"What nonsense are you talking to Donahueiel about?"

Quintina could hear Janet's words clearly. She was very uneasy and guarded at the moment.

Janet raised her eyebrows sarcastically. "Are you guys planning to make a big mess at my show today?"

Then, her voice became stern, "Quintina, make it clear, this is my place, and you can't make a scene. Otherwise, don't blame me for throwing you down to feed the fish!" "Janet, don't be arrogant!"

Quintina gritted her teeth, her delicate face twisted.

"What were you babbling about with Donahueiel? Do you want to blame him for what happened back then? You weren't even pregnant back then! Don't cheat him!" Quintina swept her eyes at Donahueiel, her heart beating faster and faster. She was getting panicked.

She struggled to maintain her composure.

No one knew about Janet's miscarriage back then...

Besides, her friend said it was already handled. Donahueiel didn't replace out that she had done it last time, and there would never be a problem this time!

There won't be a problem...

"I'm warning you, don't try to fool Donahueiel again!"

Quintina threatened, not wanting to give Janet a chance to speak up.

"You are so shameless. After all these years, you still want to make Donahuetel

feel guilty about you and pester him. Listen, don't... Ah!!!"

There was a loud sound.

A crisp, loud slap landed on Quintina's face.

Quintina covered her face and looked at Janet with disbelief.

"How dare you hit me?"

Janet withdrew her hand and slowly caressed the red palm, sneering, "So what? Do I need to inform you next time?"

Janet's eyes were cold, like a lake of deep ink. Quintina's face paled, and she

was inexplicably afraid to look at her again.

She gritted her teeth and turned to hold Donahueiel's arm.

"Donahueiel, look at her! You..."

"Shut up!"

Donahueiel's face was grim as he growled out in a low voice.

Quintina was startled. She hadn't been afraid of anyone since she was a child,

except for her brother Donahueiel.

Her lips twitched, and she didn't dare to say more.

Janet looked at the siblings as if they were jokes.

She remembered that three years ago when she had a miscarriage, Quintina

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was just like she was now, making a lot of noise. The shrill voice swirled around the room, stinging her eardrums.

"She's not pregnant!"

"Donahueiel, really, I went to see her at the hospital, but she wasn't even there. The nurse said she ran away after only one day of hospitalization!"

"You ran back to see her as soon as work was over. Shame on her!"

Anger churning, Janet closed her eyes deeply, lest she impulsively rushed up to beat Quintina up.

Donahueiel took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

His words were concise and sharp, and he said coldly into the phone, "Come to

the stairwell."

In a short time, Alfred hurriedly came over.

"Mr. Webster, Ms. Longfellow, what's going on?"

Alfred didn't know exactly what was going on, but the atmosphere let him. know that these two couldn't be in a relationship. Ms. Webster wouldn't be standing and talking nicely with the ex-Mrs. Webster. He thought about it and was instantly alert.

Donahueiel's deep eyes were very cold as he said, "What about the miscarriage I asked you to look into for Janet?"