Chapter 365 The Child’s Cry
The hair on Donahueiel’s forehead was scattered, and he raised his eyes in a
wretched manner. Before he could say anything, Janet ran out of patience, put
in gear, and stepped on the gas.
“Bang!”
Donahueiel’s car skewed to a stop in front of Janet’s car. The back seat door
was dented and Donahueiel’s car was forced to give up half of its lane.
One more time, Janet could rub against his car and keep going. But then, her car would be badly damaged, too.
Donahueiel thought twice, gritted his teeth, and started backing up.
His intention was not to let Janet do something stupid on impulse.
But right now, it seemed that with him in the car, she couldn’t be calm.
Inside the Maybach, Janet’s eyes were red.
Watching Donahueiel’s car give way little by little, she smiled and stepped on the gas.
The night was getting darker.
Janet was burning with rage. She could barely remember how she had driven
the car back to the city.
She only remembered Quintina’s wailing sobs in the back seat.
It was so unbearably tiresome.
Soon, the Maybach entered a villa area.
The villa area was nestled in the mountains, and the name, Landscape Villa, was fitting. It was one of Janet’s properties.
For some reason, her three brothers did not know that she had such a property
there.
The car soon arrived at a villa in front of a rather secluded area.
Janet parked the car, carried Quintina, who was sobbing, into the villa, and dragged her all the way down to the basement.
The basement was dark and gloomy, with only a faint light.
Janet closed the door and shoved Quintina into the darkness.
Quintina fell to the ground, her sobs coming to an abrupt halt. She stifled a
grunt of pain.
She turned her head and looked in horror at Janet who was standing behind the
door.
Janet’s back was to the light, and her shadow behind her was stretched out by
the light. Janet was hidden from her sight.
Quintina couldn’t see her face, but she knew that Janet’s expression must be grim.
“You’re crazy, Janet, you’re crazy…”
Gel Fonum
Quintina’s voice trembled. She sat down on the floor and backed up in distress.
“You can’t do this to me. Sooner or later, someone will find this place! I advise you to let me go as soon as possible, or else the Webster family won’t let you
go…”
Janet took one step down the stairs. She was still wearing the red dress from the jewelry show, her long skirt curving up the stairs, as bright red as the flowing blood.
As she got closer, she stared at Quintina like she was dead and sneered, “Really? Do you think I care about the Webster family?”
She only cared about her poor child.
The one that was already in shape, just six months away from being born,
the one that would grow up to call her mother and jump into her arms to
pamper her.
and
Janet couldn’t breathe when she thought of the day the baby was gone. Her
chest was like a big ball of cotton, soaked in water. She felt cold and choking.
Looking at Janet, who was closing in on her, Quintina was in tears. Quintina
cried out in a near–breakdown.
“What the hell do you want? Do you want me to pay for its life? That child of yours is dead. I’ll apologize to you, okay?!”
At the sound of the words, Quintina was kicked in the small of her back. She
slammed into the wall like a broken doll.
She had already been beaten up by Janet. Since that was the case, she wanted
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