Chapter 401: Wish She Was Dead

“Ah…” Tristan suddenly sighed, feeling a deep sense of regret for Josiah. Though Josiah didn’t voice his thoughts, as his longtime buddy, Tristan knew what he was thinking: unrequited love.

In the end, Madelyn heard a soft voice overhead. “He’s about to leave. Perhaps you should talk to him a bit more. After this, you won’t get the chance.” Her heart skipped a beat.

In reality, Madelyn understood Josiah’s feelings; she just didn’t want to face them. Regardless of whether it was in her previous life or this one, she always considered Josiah her best friend, but their relationship was strictly platonic. The thought of Josiah leaving for the military stirred mixed feelings. Rather than reluctance, she felt overwhelmed with happiness. Seeing Josiah regain his spirit pleased her immensely, but that was all.

“Let him know that when he leaves, I’ll be there to see him off,” she murmured.

Just as Tristan was about to leave, those words echoed from behind him. Turning his head, he saw Madelyn’s peaceful sleeping face, as if she had never spoken. Tristan sighed softly, then caught up with Josiah, relaying Madelyn’s words.

“She said she’ll see you off when you leave.”

“Really?” Josiah’s tone brightened, his melancholy vanishing instantly.

Upon seeing this, Tristan felt helpless. “You have feelings for her. Why won’t you admit it?”

“I don’t,” Josiah instinctively denied.

“All right. Whatever you say, buddy. I’m just giving you a piece of advice. Just don’t regret it later.”

Tristan said little more. Matters of the heart were best left untouched; he could only offer a few words of advice.

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Due to recent mishaps, Janessa didn’t dare lift her head during meals, fearing Rachel’s reproach. Rachel glanced at her and shook her head helplessly, uttering no word; anything she said would be pointless.

At that moment, a strikingly handsome young man in a sleek black suit burst through the door. “Madam, Ms. Sherritt,” Javier greeted, acknowledging the two women.

Rachel gave him a cool glance. “Why are you back so early?” Javier would never normally return at noon.

Janessa anxiously looked at Javier. “Has something gone wrong?”

Javier replied coldly, “Yes.” Janessa and Rachel exchanged flustered glances.

Javier continued, “Madam, Ms. Sherritt, the police have shut down the clubs due to illegal activities.”

“Damn it! Why am I so unlucky?” Janessa gritted her teeth in anger. Rachel abruptly dropped her fork, losing her appetite.

She thundered, “You are all useless! Janessa, those two clubs were my most profitable. I entrusted them to you, and now they’re gone! You’re going to be the death of me!” Rachel’s fury was palpable, almost suffocating.

Janessa felt a tingling sensation from the scolding and apologized profusely. “Aunt Rachel, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault for not managing those two clubs properly…”

“What’s the point of apologizing now? If a simple apology could fix everything, I wouldn’t be here, furious beyond belief, Janessa, you’ve truly disappointed me!” Rachel had never been this upset. The thought of her lost money felt like a physical wound.

Janessa lowered her head in silence, letting Rachel rant. After a while, Rachel’s frantic breathing subsided, and she almost burst into laughter from relief. She looked at Janessa with disappointment. “You really need to reflect on your actions. Rupert has already driven you out of the Sherritt family; I am your only support. If you…”

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Only then did Janessa dare exhale, her entire being seemingly driven to madness. She swept the food onto the floor, shattering it.

“That despicable woman! Cheryl! How dare she do this to me? Did she think I was easy to mess with? If I ever get the chance, I’ll make her wish she was dead! I’ll ruin her reputation and make her fall from grace!” Janessa rose, toppling her chair.

Javier subconsciously stepped back, narrowly avoiding the chair. Not knowing what else to say, he offered a soft consolation: “Ms. Sherritt, please don’t be upset. Being angry won’t help.”

Janessa shouted, “Get lost! I don’t need you to remind me! So what if I want to vent?”

“You’re right. I’ll hold my tongue,” Javier retreated, helplessly watching Janessa’s outburst. He sighed deeply.

That night, Madelyn arrived home at eight, exhausted. Sebastian had returned early. Seeing her weary state, he said comfortingly, “Go freshen up.”

Madelyn nodded and went to the bathroom. After her bath, she realized she’d forgotten her clothes. “Damn it! Am I really going to let Sebastian bring in my intimate clothing?”

Madelyn cleared her throat and called out, “Sebastian…”

Sebastian, engrossed in a book, raised his eyebrows. She timidly asked, “Could you please bring me my pinky from the wardrobe?”

Pinky? Sebastian frowned, rose, and approached the wardrobe. He spotted the garment—a set of lace lingerie.