My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)

Chapter 299

Chapter 299 Go to Your Dream

“Mom!” Coral was shocked and screamed.

“Dad! Dad! Hurry up and send mom to the hospital!”

Conrad was startled by Coral’s shouts. Mathilda

had just embarrassed him in front of everyone. Of course, he was

unwilling

to do what Coral told him to do. But before he could speak, he saw Coral staring at him angrily and

threateningly.

He shuddered.

Janet had come back, and they had not gotten the company, so it was not the time to break all ties with

Mathilda.

Moreover, his daughter was stupid and crazy. If something happened to Mathilda, Coral might take him

down with

her!

Conrad gritted his teeth, swallowed his reluctance, and stormed out to get the car.

Coral held Mathilda, who had fainted, her tears pouring down. She looked at Janet with red eyes, hatre

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“Janet, are you satisfied now? How can you treat my mother like this…? She is your aunt! You made he

r faint in anger. You also ruined my birthday party. Why is there such a vicious woman like you in this w

orld?”

Janet sneered when she heard this. She was vicious? If she was vicious, she would have taken this op

portunity to fuck them all up.

Unfortunately, she had not caught the big fish yet, so how could she throw away the bait?

She felt pity, but the smile on her face became brighter, even brighter than the sun in the sky. “What? Y

ou are not happy with me coming back alive to celebrate your birthday? Or do you want me to tell you i

n your dream how

shameless you are?”

The onlookers all looked at Coral contemptuously. She felt so awkward that her face was now red and

now pale. And she could not say a word. She could only turn her head and continue to call Mathilda sa

dly.

When Conrad drove to the gate, Coral finally managed to calm down. She shouted to the servant stand

ing there, “What are you waiting for? Come and help!”

The servants were ordered around by Coral and helped Coral move Mathilda into the car.

Conrad had no time to say goodbye to the guests. He had been embarrassed enough today, so he dro

ve away without a

word.

Janet’s expression softened, and a perfect smile appeared on her beautiful tace.

“Thank you all for taking the time to attend my cousin’s birthday party. Sorry for the farce today.”

With that, she nodded slightly. She was humble but did not lose the nobility as the young lady of the Lo

ngfellow

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family. “If possible, I will definitely hold a grand party and invite everyone to come.”

She was neither servile nor pushy, and everyone praised her in their hearts.

At least, Janet was a true noble lady. She was calm and polite, and never panicked. She was different f

rom the people of the Doherty family. Conrad treated people with different statuses differently.

He would love to lick some people’s shoes but

didn’t care to talk to those from less powerful families. His wife and daughter were even worse. They tr

eated everyone arrogantly with their noses in the air.

More importantly, who would Janet invite to her party?

Famous people from all walks of life and business giants, of course. They might not be able to find busi

ness partners, but at the very least, they would be able to make friends with a lot of great people.

Thinking this, everyone left in satisfaction.

After all the guests left, Janet looked at the balloons that were everywhere in the huge living room, the

banners that were put up, and Coral’s portraits, and the smile on Janet’s face turned cold.

This house was left to her by her parents.

Now, not only had it been squatted by Conrad and his family, but they had also decorated it with so mu

ch tacky stuff.

“Get some garbage collector here,” Janet looked at Coral’s portraits that were everywhere in the hall wi

th disgust. “Get rid of their things and everything in the hall.”

As soon as she gave the order, a few bodyguards immediately took action.

Before long, Coral’s portraits

were in the trash can. It was time to collect the trash. A garbage pickup drove over and took away

all the trash. Now Coral’s beautiful face was covered with a pile of brown, sticky, and squishy things.

The servants in the hall stood there orderly. They kept their eyes lowered and dared not make a sound.

They were brought here by Mathilda.

Of course, Janet would not keep them. She didn’t even have the patience to talk to them. She waved h

er hand and the bodyguards immediately took them out.

She went to her parents‘ room alone. Standing at the door, Janet felt relieved.

One had to enter a sixty–four–

digit password to unlock the door to her parents‘ room. No one could open it except her. The password

lock was intact, which meant Conrad had not had time to do anything to the house.

After entering the password, Janet opened the dusty door. In fact, she had not been to this room for a l

ong time.

In the past, she didn’t come because she was afraid of seeing things that would remind her of her pare

nts‘ deaths, afraid that she would be sad when she came here, and later she was too busy to come.

Sometimes at midnight, she could hardly remember the happy times she spent with her parents in this r

oom when she was young.

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How terrible. Even though she knew that she loved her parents, she couldn’t see them again, and thos

e attachments were like pebbles at the bottom of the clear stream. Even if they would not disappear, ov

er time, they would be pushed to somewhere unknown by the current.

The room was quiet and empty, everything was covered by white cloth. Sunlight shone in from the balc

ony, leaving a

warm shadow on the floor.

If not for the faint smell of detergent and the room’s lifelessness from being deserted, Janet almost thou

ght that all these years were only a dream and that none of those things had happened and her parents

were still alive.

She slowly walked to the bed, and there was a face–down framed photo on the bedside table.

She felt a lump in her throat. It felt awful.

She calmed herself and reached out to take the photo.

In the frame was a photo of her family when she was a child. Her handsome and mature father was hol

ding her mother’s hand tightly. Her older brother had a bright smile on his face and one arm tightly arou

nd her shoulders, afraid that she would run away. She was pouting because she didn’t want this photo

shoot.

Her delicate and slender fingers brushed past her parents‘ young faces. She still remembered that at th

at time, her brother had said that she had become much fatter and the photo wouldn’t be able to includ

e her face.

She believed his words and chased after her brother all over the courtyard. She was unwilling to take a

ny more photos no matter what.

Later, her father gave her brother a good beating and granted a lot of wishes of hers, like a visit to the a

musement park and new beautiful dresses… Only then did she get over it.

“Dad, mom…”