Faux Vows, True Desires novel Chapter 238

In her room, Janice was clutching a doll while sitting on the bed. Tears kept falling onto the doll, soaking its clothes. Maybe she was reminiscing about something or forcing herself to accept that her daughter Lucy had been taken away.

By afternoon, the sunlight had softened.

At Sunnyglade Abbey, in the master bedroom on the second floor, Janice was sitting by the crib, holding her drowsy daughter Lucinda in one hand and gently patting her son Keith on the bed with the other. She was softly singing a song, lulling the two children to sleep.

Keith, however, didn't seem sleepy at all. He was kicking his short legs and smiling at Janice.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet? Your sister Lucy is about to fall asleep."

Seeing that the little guy was still full of beans, Janice stopped her lullaby.

Keith kicked his legs for a while, then started crawling around on the bed, making cooing noises at Janice.

"Don't be so loud; Lucy's already asleep."

Keith's voice was loud. He tried to sit up on his own, but, unfortunately, being only half a year old, he couldn't. He could only keep calling out to Janice.

Seeing that Lucy in her arms had fallen asleep, Janice put Lucy in the crib and picked up Keith.

Held by Janice, Keith was laughing and kicking his short legs non-stop, looking very happy.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door.

"Janice, your milk is heated."

It was Wendy, the maid, outside the door.

Janice didn't move, simply replying, "Come in."

Wendy came in with a tray in her hands, on which was a cup of hot and fresh milk.

The two kids were fed a mix of breast milk and formula. In order to produce more milk, Janice drank a soup that was beneficial for lactation and milk, a fresh cup of milk every morning, noon, and night.

"Janice." Wendy, seeing that Lucy was asleep, lowered her voice. She put down the tray, picked up the cup of milk, and said softly, "Janice, let me hold Keith. You drink your milk."

Janice hummed in response, took the cup of milk, and Wendy freed her hand to take Keith.

After playing with Wendy for a while, Keith began to yawn.

"He's sleepy."

Wendy smiled. She walked around the room holding Keith, occasionally glancing at Janice. Seeing Janice slowly sipping her milk, with the cup becoming emptier, Wendy's eyes showed a hint of relief.

However, her face remained expressionless.

By the time Janice finished her milk, little Keith was asleep.

Janice put down the cup, stood up, took Keith from Wendy, and said, "I'll be with the kids for their nap. I'm not receiving any visitors. No matter who comes, please refuse for me."

"Okay, Janice."

Wendy picked up the tray and respectfully left the room.

As soon as the door closed, she quickly left.

Janice gently put Keith back in the crib. The two children were sleeping side by side. Looking at the peaceful expressions on their small faces, like little angels, Janice's eyes were filled with tenderness.

She covered the two kids with a thin blanket and pulled down the mosquito net from the crib.

She began to feel tired and said softly, "Why am I suddenly so sleepy?"

Unable to resist the fatigue, she went back to the big bed and soon fell asleep.

Her own car was waiting for her outside. She got in with Lucinda, and the car immediately started and quickly drove away.

Keith, who had pooped, was still crying loudly in the crib.

Keith was a clean freak from a young age. Every time he pooped, he would wail until someone changed him.

"Janice, why is the door open? Keith's awake. Is he hungry, or did he poop? Let me see. Where's Lucy?"

Hearing Keith's cries, the first person to show up was Shirley.

Shirley only saw Keith in the crib. She initially thought that Janice was sleeping on the big bed with Lucy. First, she changed Keith, and then, holding the still-crying Keith, she walked over.

As she walked, Shirley consoled Keith, muttering, "Normally, a clean diaper does the trick and he stops crying, but why is he still crying today? Janice, he might be hungry. Should we breastfeed him or make some formula?"

Reaching the bed, she saw Janice sound asleep. Assuming Janice was worn out from looking after two kids, Shirley decided not to wake her. But there was no sign of Lucy on the bed.

Where was Lucy?

Carrying the weeping Keith, Shirley circled the bed and even checked under it, worried that Lucy might have rolled off the bed.

But there was no sign of Lucy.

Recalling that the door was ajar when she entered, she was puzzled. Janice usually kept the door closed and locked when she napped, only opening it after waking up.

But today, the door was open, and Lucy was nowhere to be seen.

"Something's wrong!"

Shirley turned ashen, quickly bending down to shake Janice, calling out loudly, "Janice, wake up!"

After a few attempts to wake Janice failed, Shirley decided not to waste any more time. She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Nathan's number.