My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)
Chapter 381

Chapter 381 It's Different

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment.

"When she was unconscious, she often said that she was wrong. She said that she shouldn't make you fall and watch it without doing anything..."

The bodyguard pointed to his head and lowered his voice, "She seems to have hallucinations, as if she saw something. She kept knocking her head against the ground, begging for mercy and forgiveness..." Janet pulled her lips in disdain.

It seemed that Quintina could only realize her mistake and feel afraid when she was crazy.

Just as Janet was thinking, in the monitor, Quintina suddenly stood up, turned around, and knelt.

As the bodyguard said, Quintina seemed to see something and started to bow frantically in one direction. Janet looked at Quintina indifferently for a long time, then got up and walked to the basement.

Janet opened the door and a terrible smell came out.

Janet remained expressionless. She walked to Quintina slowly, not being affected by the smell at all.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I really know I was wrong! Don't come to me. Go away!!!"

Quintina whimpered and cried. She kept talking nonsense while knocking her head against the ground.

Seeing this, Janet trusted the bodyguard a little bit.

Quintina might really be crazy.

Did she see the dead child come to her?

"Quintina."

Janet pulled her lips and smiled faintly.

Quintina seemed to be frozen. She stopped her action and raised her head after a long time.

Her face was so dirty that her original appearance was nowhere to be seen. Her face was covered by her dirty hair a little, making her look terrifying.

At this moment, Janet saw fear in her eyes, along with a little resentment.

Janet sneered.

It seemed that she regained a little consciousness.

Janet looked at Quintina calmly. Quintina had her eyelashes trembling for a while. She seemed to become conscious, but she didn't begin to curse as the bodyguard said. She wanted to stand up, but she couldn't since she stood up for a long time. She fell.

She didn't manage to stand up again. She crawled toward Janet.

The iron chain tled to Quintina's ankle rattled. Janet lowered her eyes Indifferently. She didn't move or stop Quintina.

Quintina knelt in front of Janet. Her hoarse voice was humble.

She choked, "Please, please forgive me. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me. I am really going crazy..."

As Quintina said, she wanted to grab Janet's dress.

Janet walked away, staring at Quintina in disgust.

She curled her lips mockingly, "Quintina, I think you are doing well. You are going to be crazy? I don't think so. You still know who I am, right?"

Quintina hung her head. The hand she used to support herself was trembling. She curled her fingers to dig the dirty cement on the ground.

"I really know I was wrong!" Quintina looked at Janet accusingly, and raised her voice, "I have already apologized. Don't go too far..."

She was no longer arrogant. She could only feel fear and desperation.

"What on earth do you want? Do you want me to pay for the life of your lost child?! Are you too..."

Quintina raised her head. Seeing Janet looking at her expressionlessly, she swallowed.

Her irrational courage dissipated completely after she roared just now. She swallowed the rest of her words back and begged. "I really knew I was wrong. Please let me go, okay?" "As long as you let me go, I will say many good words about you in front of my brother. When you make up with him, you will have more children, right?"

Quintina looked at Janet expectantly.

However, Janet's anger was not erased by these words. Instead, she felt anger burning in her heart.

Janet sneered and squatted down, grabbing Quintina's arm.

"Ah!"

Quintina yelled in horror and retreated desperately. However, she was

restrained by Janet's arms and unable to move.

"Quintina, do you think I'm easy to deceive?" Janet's eyes were red. She

gritted her teeth. "Do you think I like Donahueiel so much? Do you think a child is only a thing in your eyes? A thing that can be replaced by another?" Her questions made Quintina tremble.

She didn't dare to look at Janet's furious face. She struggled crazily.

"Otherwise? That one will definitely not come back. What can you do except for having another one?"

"Janet, you just want me to die! You just want to scare me to death, don't

you?!"

Quintina widened her eyes in pain. She almost broke down.

She couldn't bear it any longer. She aggressively pounced over to grab Janet's

neck.

"You want me to die? Then you die with mell"

Quintina roared angrily. Her sharp nails almost scratched Janet's face and

neck.

Janet looked at her coldly. She fought back to grab Quintina's neck.

She pushed Quintina to the corner of the wall and asked in a hoarse voice,

"Quintina, do you admit your mistake?"

Quintina's face turned purple. She struggled desperately to resist, but it was in

vain.

She stared at Janet, her eyes almost protruding. Words of resentment came

out of her throat word by word, "If you can, just kill me!"

Janet was so angry that she laughed.

"Killing you will dirty my hands."

She threw Quintina away and indifferently watched Quintina fall to the ground. Quintina had a narrow escape just now. She gasped for breath.

"Someone!" Janet puffed a breath out and said in a cold voice, "Take her...

Before Janet finished speaking, she turned her head and saw Donahueiel come

in with the bodyguards.

Janet raised her eyebrows with a sneer. She said with disgust on her face, "Donahueiel, you came quickly enough. Yes, you are here. So what? I won't let

you go."

Donahueiel didn't reply. He looked around and felt shocked and complex in his

heart.

Quintina raised her eyes. She looked at Donahueiel carefully for a while. Then she cried bitterly.

"Donahueiel! You finally came to save me, didn't you? She... is going to kill

me! Donahueiel, save me!"

Quintina cried and rushed over.

But with the iron chain, she couldn't reach Donahueiel's side. She fell next to Donahueiel's feet and crawled forward desperately. She no longer looked arrogant and proud.

Donahueiel remained silent.

He hadn't recovered from what he had seen. He didn't know what to say.

He suddenly thought of what he said to Janet that day. He said that they felt the same when losing their child.

It was different actually.

How painful did Janet feel? So that she would make herself like this?