My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)
Chapter 367

Chapter 367 Quintina Deserved It

Donahuciel stared at Winifred quietly, his black eyes were like a cold deep pool, which made people shudder. Sensing that something was wrong with Donahueiel, Winifred's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I was talking to you, your sister..."

"Three years ago, Janet had a miscarriage and was hospitalized. I asked you to take care of her, remember?"

Donahueiel suddenly made a sound, interrupting Winifred's questioning.

Unexpectedly, Donahueiel would suddenly bring up this matter, and Winifred's face immediately changed. Her eyes flickered, and a little guilty crept into her expression. "Well, why did you ask this all of a sudden?"

When Donahueiel saw Winifred's evasive expression, his heart sank suddenly, but he continued, "So, have you gone?"

"Of course, I went!"

Winifred endured the excessive uneasiness in her heart, and her suddenly raised voice seemed a bit sharp.

"But at that time, I wanted to stay with her for a few more days. Janet only stayed for one night and left. She wasn't pregnant at all! She lied to you." Winifred asked him confidently without waiting for Donahueiel to speak.

"Why did you suddenly ask this? Don't you suspect me? Isn't it a certainty that Janet faked her pregnancy to get your attention back then? You..." "Stop!"

Donahueiel couldn't bear it any longer and shouted angrily.

Winifred had seen Donahueiel angry before, but it was the first time he had

yelled at her. She was so scared that she almost bit her tongue.

Seeing Donahueiel's gloomy complexion, Winifred gritted her teeth and straightened her waist.

"Donahueiel, what do you mean? Why are you questioning me? Did you lose your mind over Janet's seductress?"

"Janet was really pregnant."

Donahueiel never knew that speaking could cause extreme pain.

There seemed to be countless razor blades buried in his throat, and it hurt

when he moved it, and every word was full of flesh and blood.

"That child was killed by Quintina."

Winifred's pupils suddenly widened, and her lips quivered a little.

The surprise in her eyes made Donahueiel a little more confused. Didn't she know about this?

However, in the next second, Winifred hurriedly said, "Is she really pregnant?

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A boy or a girl?"

Hearing her words, Donahueiel's anger, which had just fallen, flared up again

and rose.

He and Janet had lost a child, which hurt Janet both her body and her soul. But

in the end, all his mother cared about was the sex of their child!

He looked straight at his mother, feeling a knife stirring in his heart, "Girl."

Hearing this, Winifred pouted immediately.

"Girl... that's not a big deal."

She muttered, "Just a little girl. Her inability to be born is a sign of her bad fate. What does it have to do with Quintina?"

"However, it's not good luck to have a dead child in the family. Janet was

really naughty. Later, I will go to church and pray for the soul of that child,

lest she affects our family fortunes."

Donahueiel's temples throbbed violently.

At this moment, he suddenly felt an impulse.

It would be great if the person before him weren't his biological mother.

"How do you know about this? Did you meet Janet today?"

As Winifred said, she suddenly felt something was wrong, "Why did you come back alone? Did you leave Quintina with Janet?"

Donahueiel was expressionless and said indifferently, "Yes, I handed her to

Janet."

Winifred's eyes widened, it was hard to believe that Donahueiel would hand

over Quintina to Janet.

Ever since Janet divorced Donahueiel and regained her identity, she had been

full of hatred toward the Websters.

"Are you crazy?! If Janet knew that Quintina did this to her, she would definitely hurt Quintina!! Hurry up, go and bring your sister back!" Donahueiel looked at Winifred coldly.

The disappointment in his heart was beyond words.

The one who lost the child was Janet, and the one who was treated unfairly was Janet, but Winifred, his mother, didn't even bother to ask a word. At the same time, Donahueiel's heart was gradually flooded with belated

sympathy.

How did she get through all those years?

The girl who grew up as a treasure in the Longfellow family became a hard-working housewife when she married him, but she had no complaints

about him.

His mother dared to speculate unscrupulously and insult Janet in front of him, but what about when he couldn't see it? What did they do to Janet? The hand hanging by the side suddenly tightened, and the veins bulged.

Donahueiel didn't dare to think about it.

"I'm talking to you!"

Seeing that her son was indifferent, Winifred stepped forward to pull him. angrily, "What are you still doing?"

Donahuciel pushed Winifred's hand away with such force that Winifred almost fell to the ground.

He stared at her coldly.

Winifred only felt that Donahueiel seemed crazy today, "Donahueiel, what do you mean?!"

"Means nothing."

Donahueiel clenched his back molars, and his eyes were cold, "Quintina didn't just kill Janet's child, but mine."

"I let Janet take Quintina away. She made her own mistakes and should pay for them herself. Quintina got what she deserved!"

Winifred couldn't believe it, "She is your own sister! Are you crazy?!"

"You should know best if I'm crazy. Since it doesn't matter if my daughter dies, why should I care about your daughter?" Donahueiel stared at Winifred, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife. He said no more, "Now she has left with Quintina, and I don't know exactly where they're going. But my idea is, don't interfere with her. This is her own problem, and she has the right to deal with the murderer."

In the Longfellow's villa, Donahue sat on the sofa, holding a cup of black

coffee and talking calmly.

Marvin, on the opposite side, stood up from the sofa, "I told you, there is not one good in the Webster family!"

He paced back and forth in the living room with a gloomy face, "But is it really okay to let Janet go? Maybe I'd better go help out, just in case Quintina really died..."

Marvin was not afraid that Quintina's death would cause any trouble, but he didn't want Janet to do it herself.

If the youngest sister in the family had to do everything by herself, what would the three brothers do?

Donahue took a sip of his coffee when he heard the words noncommittal.

Marvin couldn't sit still anymore and was about to get up and go out immediately, grabbing the coat on the hanger while muttering.

"Fortunately, after the accident last time, I installed a location on Jill's car... Don't worry, Donahue, I won't bother Jill, I'll go and have a look, and I can help her deal with the aftermath if something happens." Hearing the sound, Donahue still didn't say anything.

All in all, no matter what the younger brothers and sisters in the family did, he had a way to settle it, but before that, letting them do it themselves was also an opportunity for them to exercise. Marvin took the car keys and was about to go out when the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Janet walked in with a blank expression.