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