Chapter Summary: Chapter 279 – My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon by Internet
In Chapter 279, a key moment in the Internet novel My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon, Internet delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
Chapter 279 Janet Has Run Away
Get Borto
Janet failed to go back at the time she had planned. She was forced to stay
in the hospital for a few more days.
In fact, she could get out of bed and walk a long time ago, but her cousins
were worried. Beacher came to keep an eye on her when he was free, so
Janet didn’t even have a chance to go out.
In these two days, Beacher reluctantly let Janet go out for a walk with the
servants.
Janet deeply felt that her limbs were about to degenerate because she had
been lying in bed.
Recuperating like this, Janet became even more agitated.
In order to calm down, Janet finished the jewelry design for Donahue and
began to draw to kill time.
Janet drew the surrounding environment and then copied the photos on her phone. Finally, she found her mother’s photos. Janet calmly drew several
pictures.
As a result, that night, Janet dreamed of her mother.
In a daze, she dreamed that she had returned home. Her mother was sitting on the swing in the back garden, reading a book with her eyes lowered.
Seeing her mother’s gentle and beautiful side face, Janet opened her mouth,
but before she could speak, her eyes got wet.
She wanted to call out, “Mom…”
Yet Janet found that she seemed to have been trapped by some invisible
force, unable to move.
However, Janet’s mother suddenly raised her head to look at Janet as if she
had sensed Janet’s presence.
Janet’s mother smiled gently and calmly. She raised her hand and waved at
Janet.
“Jill, come here…”
Hearing her mother’s gentle voice, Janet cried emotionally, and she ran in her
mother’s direction without thinking.
The breeze gently caressed her ears as she ran over happily, but she touched
nothing.
Janet’s mother had already disappeared.
There was no swing at all, nor was she at home. Instead, it was boundless
darkness.
Janet was overwhelmed by her pining for her mother.
She tried her best to walk forward and shouted, “Mom.” At some point, the
strong emotions dispersed…
She pulled herself out of her dream, her heart aching.
There were still tears at the corners of her eyes, and the pillow was already wet. Janet slowly sat up, curled herself up, and hugged herself.
After a long time, she took a deep breath, looked at the clear and bright
moonlight outside, and took the phone.
“Ms. Longfellow, it’s time to get up.”
Early the next morning, the maid carefully pushed open the bedroom door
Get Bojlijk.
and told Janet to get up.
However, the bed was empty, and even Janet’s clothes were nowhere to be
After sending the surveillance video to Marvin, Beacher immediately called
his people to chase after Janet, but at that moment, his phone received a
message.
It was from Janet.
Beacher frowned and checked the message.
The message was very short.
Janet: “I’m going to see Donahue.”
Beacher quickly shared the news with Marvin, and the two heaved a sigh of
relief.
After informing Marvin, Beacher did not dare to delay. He could not easily
believe Janet’s words. Who knew if she was lying or not? So Beacher did not
care that it was still in the middle of the night in England. He called Donahue.
It was late at night in England.
To be honest, Beacher was secretly excited when he dialed the number. This
was the first time that he could confidently disturb Donahue’s rest without
worrying about being punished.
Donahue quickly picked up the phone, but his low and hoarse voice showed
that he was unhappy to be woken up.
The moment Beacher heard Donahue’s voice, the secret excitement had
already disappeared.
Beacher licked his lips. “Donahue, Janet ran away.”
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. It was like a rope tied around Beacher’s neck. As time dragged on, it kept tightening. His hand that was holding the phone unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat. He
swallowed hard.
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