No Way Back (Jane and Hugh) by Anna Mac novel Chapter 418

Chapter 418
*Johan Fowler! You’ve lost your mind!”
Shaun subconsciously rushed forward to stop Johan from harming himself.
However, the car key had already left a ********mark on Johan’s face.
Blood oozed out from the wound.
It looked so painful.
Fortunately, Shaun had stopped him in time.
Otherwise, Johan might have made a much deeper cut and it would have resulted in a permanent scar that would follow him for the rest of his life.
Johan was, after all, an actor. His actions showed a complete disregard for his profession and his life. It was as if he had lost his mind.
Seeing that Johan wanted to continue slashing his face, Shaun quickly snatched the key from him. He grabbed Johan’s hand tightly. “Johan Fowler! ******* What are you thinking? No matter what happens, you can’t hurt yourself!”
“Jane, I wanted to use my acting skills to prove that I did not choose the wrong path, and to make everyone look at me in a different light. But I cannot deny that the fact that I was born into the Fowler family has indeed given me too many benefits.”
“Since having this face goes against everything that I want, then… It doesn’t matter if it becomes disfigured. This is the decision that I’ve made. Please be here to witness the end of this dream.”
“When everything becomes clear, I have a feeling that something will change.”
Johan somehow found the strength to break free from Shaun’s grip. He slipped the car key into his pocket, and with his face still bleeding, walked out.
It was as there was no one or anything that Johan cared about in this world anymore.
“You… This… Jane…”
Shaun looked at Johan’s back, and then at Jane with a nervous expression.
Johan’s behavior had only proven without a doubt that he was a ***********. Shaun was afraid that once Johan disappeared from their sight, he might really take it too far and commit suicide.
Although Shaun thought that the Fowlers were all crazy and he hated them for bullying Jane, he never wanted them to **********. “Johan, you’re indeed Anna Fowler’s outstanding son. Just like Henry and Dwayne, you inherited her crazy genes. It’s in your blood and DNA. I’m very glad for myself… I can’t deny the fact that the Fowler family blood runs through my veins, but I’m lucky enough to not have inherited the family madness.”
“When you go crazy, you’re no different from your mother and brothers. However, I can see your determination. When you find the so-called truth, tell me about the ending to your **********and mysterious dream.”
“Shaun, you should send Johan back.”
After saying that, Jane put her hands in her pockets and disappeared from their sight.
Johan was stunned on the spot.
What did Jane just say?
He thought to himself, “Did she ask Shaun to send me back?”
“Did my self-mutilation finally touch her heart?”
Johan did not want to overthink. Now that Jane was showing some tolerance towards him, he already felt so moved to the point that he could shed tears of gratitude.
Johan was also convinced that he must have lost his mind. He was behaving like a puppy that was about to be abandoned Even after his self-mutilation, he felt calm, as though this behavior was perfectly normal.
Johan knew he had not offended Jane in any way. If anyone else treated him the way she did, he would have gone mad from anger. Yet, Jane’s current tolerance toward him was like the light at the end of the tunnel.
He thought to himself, “Perhaps it’s just as Jane had said. Since I have my mother’s blood coursing through my veins, maybe I inherited her madness.”
“*****, how did I get myself into this situation? Let’s go. I’ll take you to the hospital to treat your wound. Otherwise, if something really happens to your face, I’m afraid I’ll be beaten to death by your crazy fans,” Shaun mumbled.
He swore to himself as he took Johan to the nearest hospital.
In addition, Shaun had to choose a private hospital that was under Luther Group’s funding. If someone photographed Johan’s face in its current state and circulated them to the media, it would cause so much chaos.
Shaun did not want to be responsible for Johan. He just wanted to go home to sleep. But he was afraid that Johan might do something crazy again. He thought to himself, “***it! I should have not left the house tonight. I could be at home playing video games right now.”
Johan pursed his lips and did not resist following Shaun.
This was only because Shaun was a friend of Jane, who had personally asked him to escort Johan.
Before tonight, Johan would have preferred to deal with his wound alone.
But now, he was afraid that Jane would overthink and get cross with him for refusing Shaun’s help.
Johan knew he could not appear before the Fowlers in this state. He needed to think of an excuse to *********them.
The next day, at 9 a.m.
Jane came to Santio Church alone, which was on the outskirts of Stormton City.
This was not the festive season.
The church seemed especially deserted.
There was a church in Stormton City that had magnificent architecture and was extremely outstanding. It could even be considered a landmark. And it was conveniently located in the bustling centre of the city.
At that church, there was always an endless stream of tourists and worshippers coming and going.
But Jane did not like crowds. After asking for Lila’s recommendations, she randomly chose a church in the outskirts that was quieter, but still famous enough among the locals.
Too many things had happened recently. Jane felt that she would rather believe in spirituality than not.
She wanted to come here and pray for her bad luck to be washed away.
The outskirts of Stormton City in April were still a little cold.
Jane was wearing a sports coat, a pair of jeans, and a pair of **********shoes. Her hair was tied into a ponytail.
She set off from the foot of the mountain.
After walking for half an hour, she arrived at the church on the mountain.
Ding!
The ringing of bells could be heard.
The church was surrounded by lush trees. The words “Santio Church” were engraved in gold letters on a plaque on top of the entrance. She also saw many church offerings which had been left inside.
Jane took a deep breath. She could smell the fresh air in the mountain. The bells rang intermittently. Occasionally, a few birds were disturbed and flapped their wings as they flew through the forest. The sound of leaves rustling made Jane feel as if she was being spiritually cleansed.
This was a state of mind that could not have been achieved if one had remained in the hustle-bustle environment of the city. Jane’s fatigue dissipated.
She walked straight into Santio Church. On her way in, she met a few nuns who were praying. They glanced at her and muttered some prayers before leaving.
A hint of admiration flashed across Jane’s eyes. In this materialistic society, churches had become tools for accumulating wealth. Few priests could resist greed and temptation. Jane had heard many stories about priests who lived in mansions and ******luxury cars. At least in this quiet church, she saw the real essence of spirituality in the nuns.
Jane spotted a few young children who wore crosses around their necks. They were hiding in the dark and staring at Jane secretly. Their eyes were filled with amazement.
The corners of Jane’s mouth curled up. She squatted down and waved at the children. They ran away instantly, leaving only one boy behind. After hesitating for a moment, he walked toward Jane and said in a childish voice, “Blessings to you, ma’am.”
Jane stretched out her hand and rubbed the little boy’s face. As expected, his skin was as smooth as it looked. She almost could not bear to retract her hand. “You’re so cute. Do you stay here?”
“No, I’m here to take photos.”
“But there’s a very strange uncle who often comes here. After taking photos, he stays with us and tells us stories.” “A strange uncle?”
Jane frowned. She was about to reprimand the adults who had brought the children here to take photos. Why didn’t they
take care of the children and let them run around like that?
If something untoward were to happen, or if they got kidnapped, the consequences would be devastating. At this moment, a voice sounded. “Troy, don’t run around on your own.”
“Uncle Levi!”
When Troy heard the man’s voice, he immediately beamed with joy and ran towards the owner.
Jane was just about to give “Uncle Levi” a piece of her mind.
How could he let such a young child run around the church?
However, when she saw his face clearly, she could not help but feel slightly stunned.
“Are you… Levi Croft?!”
It was Hugh Croft’s biological father!