My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)

Chapter 462 A Late Explanation

The car's engine roared as Janet sped through the empty streets, breezing through several yellow lights. Within minutes, she arrived at Nathaniel's place.

Janet skidded to a stop, swiftly stepping out of the car. However, she hesitated in front

of the entrance.

This was the place where she and Nathaniel had lived together for three years. It was

their former "home."

She vividly remembered the joyous feeling when she first moved in here with all her heart. And she also remembered the shattered state she left in. It was all still fresh in

her mind.

She smiled bitterly. At that time, she swore she would never come back.

Sensing someone approaching, the intelligent door lock's lights turned on.

The surroundings were quiet and still, and Janet stood in front of the door for a while.

She slowly extended her index finger, hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed it.

A clear beep sounded, indicating successful fingerprint verification.

Janet's eyes widened slightly.

Nathaniel hadn't removed her fingerprint access?

When they divorced, Nathaniel was so determined to strip Janet of everything that

belonged to the Webster family and give it all to Anastasia.

Why would he leave the fingerprint verification until today?

But Janet quickly let go of her concerns. Perhaps it was because Anastasia didn't like

living in the same house as Janet did, so they moved to a new place back then.

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She pinched the palm of her hand. It was useless to think about these things now. The priority was to find the person who saved her back then!

Janet took a deep breath, burdened with heavy thoughts, and pushed open the door, stepping inside.

Passing through a flower-lined path, she rang the doorbell of the villa's ground floor.

The door was quickly opened, and Nathaniel appeared at the entrance, still wearing the

shirt he had worn for the dinner.

He stepped aside. "Come in."

Janet walked into the foyer, glancing around at the furnishings with a sense of

bewilderment.

She felt as if she had stepped into a black hole, traveling back to the time before their

divorce.

Everything here was so familiar, exactly the same as before the divorce, even the scent

in the air hadn't changed.

Nathaniel bent down and handed Janet a pair of new slippers.

Janet put on the slippers and absentmindedly looked at the shoe rack by the door.

Nathaniel followed her gaze. "What's wrong?"

"This shoe rack, didn't I bring it back from the antique market? Why hasn't it been

replaced?"

Nathaniel's face turned pale for some unknown reason as he stood against the light. His stomach felt as if a heavy stone had dropped into it, causing intense pain.

He coughed and covered his mouth. "I got used to it. I got used to all the traces you left

behind, so I didn't want to change anything."

He led Janet to the sofa and poured her a cup of freshly brewed hot tea.

"Do you remember this tea set? It was the New Year's gift you gave me."

Janet lifted the teacup, and the steam carried the gentle aroma of tea, moistening her

eyes.

Indeed, it was the one she carefully selected after a month of searching through countless shops.

Unfortunately, Nathaniel never even opened the box and left it in a corner.

Janet sipped the tea, swallowing the bitter memories along with it.

Nathaniel didn't cherish it at the time, but now he used it to miss Janet.

Janet didn't feel moved; instead, it was more like eating expired food, causing nausea.

Nathaniel was still lost in his memories. "And this carpet, it was..."

"Why are you talking about all this?"

Janet interrupted him sharply. "Since it's already in the past, there's no need to bring it up again. I came here to talk to you about something important, not to have a late-night tea party and reminisce." She swiftly shifted to the main topic, cutting straight to the chase. "How did you save me ten years ago? Did you make any unusual discoveries?"

Nathaniel's overflowing emotions instantly choked in his chest, rendering him unable to utter a word.

He paused for a moment, unsure if it was just his imagination, but the pain in his stomach intensified.

He pinched the palm of his hand and briefly recounted the situation at the time.

"When I saw you, you were already outside the car. So, I believed someone must have taken you out of the burning vehicle before I arrived."

Nathaniel looked up at Janet. "Could it have been your family?"

Janet frowned as she tried to recall. Before the accident, she had been sitting side by side with her brother in the backseat. If someone managed to rescue her immediately, it was highly likely that it was her br "After I regained my memory, Donahue told me that there was at least a five-minute gap between the car catching fire and exploding.

"If my dad or brother had saved me, it means they were able to move around, so they shouldn't have been trapped."

Janet looked upset. "However, their remains were later found inside the car, so it's unlikely that they were the ones who saved me."

Nathaniel pondered for a moment, "Can we be certain that the remains were indeed your family?"

Janet's gaze sharpened as she looked at Nathaniel, as if he had said something he shouldn't have. "Donahue personally arranged the burial. He wouldn't deceive me."

Nathaniel's pupils trembled, showing a hint of panic.

"I'm not doubting Donahue. I'm just concerned that over time, things might have been misinterpreted."

Janet tapped her fingers slowly on her knee. "Is that all you know?"

Nathaniel thought for a moment. "Actually, not long ago, I discovered something suspicious.

"After the car explosion, you passed out, and I took you to the hospital. Since I had an

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urgent matter to attend to, I left before you woke up."

As Nathaniel spoke, he discreetly pressed his stomach and a thin sheen of sweat formed

on his forehead.

He took a slow breath, his voice subtly tense. "Recently, I tried to find some clues from your hospital records, but I discovered that all the records from that time had been

erased."

Janet focused her thoughts, unaware of Nathaniel's distress.

She realized that even if they combined their findings, it only added more puzzles to the situation, with no real progress.

It seemed like a tangled mess, with no leads to follow.

Nathaniel drank a whole cup of warm tea and placed a pillow on his abdomen, feeling slightly relieved.

He looked at Janet, the distress evident in her eyes, and felt a mix of sourness and

concern in his heart.

The more they investigated, the more secrets emerged from Janet.

These enigmatic doubts seemed to hide in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike, just like the threat to her safety they faced before.

Janet slumped in the couch, her gaze unfocused, like a lost fawn unable to find its way back, filled with confusion and uncertainty.

"Janet," Nathaniel called her, his voice unexpectedly gentle.

"Let me help you investigate."

He explained eagerly, "After the incident abroad, I made a deal with Donahue. He

promised to reveal your secret if I became a leading figure in the domestic jewelry

industry.

"I wanted to acquire Peaceral Jewelry because of this. I didn't know that you were behind it all. It was a misunderstanding that happened by chance."

Nathaniel's expression was unusually serious, filled with determination.

"I've always wanted to help you. I don't want you to face everything alone. Let me be your support, alright?"

Janet and Nathaniel locked eyes for a couple of seconds, and she was struck by the sincerity shimmering in his gaze.

Janet averted her gaze, knowing that Nathaniel wasn't lying and he wouldn't resort to deception to win her favor.

When she had just returned to the Longfellow Group, Nathaniel's announcement about acquiring Peaceral Jewelry had undoubtedly added fuel to the fire when she was still finding her footing. It was natural for

But she didn't like Nathaniel meddling in her affairs.

She was content with their current dynamic, and the distance made her feel safe.

"I'll handle my own matters; I don't need others interfering."

Janet said with a meaningful glance at Nathaniel, "And I don't appreciate you gambling with my personal secrets.

"I appreciate your intentions, but I'll decline your help."