Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 389

Conrad gently ruffled her hair. “It’s nothing. Come on, let’s get some breakfast.”

After breakfast, Conrad headed off to the Sullivan Group.

Wiona had the day off for once, so she spent it entirely with Alice. But then she heard that Donna was so sick she couldn’t even get out of bed. Worried, she called Phil over to find out what was going on.

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Phil said. “Donna’s been out of sorts lately, and she got a bit hurt yesterday, which made her condition worse. We’ve already arranged for her to move to a care facility in a couple of days. Once she’s better, Mr. Sullivan plans to send her to Antarctica to join Libby. And you really shouldn’t visit her—better not risk catching anything.”

Wiona trusted Conrad to handle it, so she didn’t think about it again.

But that night, everything changed. Donna suddenly tore out of her room, wild and frantic.

“It wasn’t me, I swear it wasn’t me, hahaha…”

“It has nothing to do with me, I don’t know anything!”

She was shouting as she ran up to the third floor. Then she dropped to her knees, pounding on the door of the southwest guest room.

“Devin, I’m sorry…”

“Please forgive me, I won’t do it again, just let me go…”

Her pleas turned into guttural, desperate sobs. She collapsed on the floor.

“My sins can’t be forgiven… it was all me, all my fault!”

No one ever opened the door. Suddenly, as if something snapped inside her, Donna jumped up, ran to the end of the hallway, and climbed right out the window on the third floor.

“Donna!”

The servants tried to stop her, yelling, but she was already gone. She fell hard to the ground below.

Everyone stood frozen, shocked. It all happened so fast. No one could have imagined she’d end her own life like that.

They said the fall was so brutal, her head ended up several meters away in the bushes.

Shelly was shaking all over, clutching Wiona’s arm for comfort. “Ma’am, the Sullivan family is big, but nothing like this has ever happened. It’s terrifying. People are saying Donna was cursed. Why else would she go crazy and then kill herself? I bet nobody’s going to sleep tonight.”

Molly heard the commotion and hurried into the living room.

“Ma’am, are you alright?”

Phil had already reminded Molly to call Wiona “ma’am” and follow the Sullivan family’s rules, no matter what their relationship was outside the house. Molly was in a strange place and, after something like this, just wanted to stick close to Wiona.

“I’ll let the police handle it,” Conrad said. “The medical examiner will do an autopsy.”

He looked so calm and steady that Wiona knew he wasn’t involved and could finally relax.

“Alright.” She knew they couldn’t cover this up or handle it privately. And it was likely they’d have to call Libby back, too.

That night felt endless. Only Alice, blissfully unaware, was still her cheerful self.

Remy rushed back the next morning. She’d been on leave for a while, taking a much-needed break. With Remy looking after Alice, Wiona could finally breathe a little easier.

The next day, the house was crawling with police. They were collecting evidence from every corner, asking everyone questions—Wiona included, several times.

She even ran into Mr. Bishop.

He smiled at her and nodded. “That woman you asked me to look into, Jewel, has been missing for years.”

Jewel was the nurse from the photo found at the orphanage. Dr. Rodman had dug her name out of the hospital archives and double-checked it with some of the older nurses. But most of Jewel’s records had been destroyed on purpose.

Even the best hackers couldn’t recover files from twenty years ago, so all Dr. Rodman could give her was a name. He’d also shared some interviews with the older nurses. They all said Jewel kept to herself, always a bit cold and distant. No one really knew much about her at all.