Chapter 390
Chapter 390:
Prescott asked, “Janice, why are you suddenly interested in the White family? We’ve never been involved with them.”
“It’s a personal matter,” Janice replied curtly, cutting Prescott off before he could probe further. “By the way, are there any members of the White family left now?”
“No, not anymore. Almost all their direct descendants have perished. I can’t fathom who they could have crossed to meet such a tragic fate. I’ve accessed many classified files, but there’s no record of the force that obliterated the White family. The only lead is the word ‘Welch.'”
Welch? Could that be the Welch family? But as far as she knew, there was no notable family by that name in Cloverhill.
Rubbing her temples, Janice realized this mystery required deeper investigation—there was undoubtedly a significant secret at play.
“Prescott, pursue the ‘Welch’ lead. Check for any obscure families and see what you can unearth.”
“Understood.”
After a moment of silence, Prescott spoke again. “Janice, has Leah reached out to you today?”
“Yes, she has.”
Relief washed over Prescott at her response. “That’s reassuring. She must’ve mentioned Leonidas. She was petrified yesterday, probably didn’t sleep at all, and has been waiting to hear from you.”
“She’s likely asleep by now.” Janice smiled. Their bond was like that of family; they knew each other’s quirks and habits well.
“Keep tabs on Leonidas. Let me know immediately if anything comes up.”
“Will do.”
Ending the call, Janice exhaled deeply.
Glancing at the clock, she noted it was nearly ten. The conversations with Leah and Prescott had consumed more time than she’d realized.
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Just as she stood to freshen up, the doorbell rang.
Janice frowned. This was her first time staying in this villa; no one should know she was here.
She ran her fingers through her hair leisurely, then took her time getting ready. Despite the persistent ringing, she didn’t rush.
Ten minutes later, Janice finally approached and opened the door.
To her surprise, it was Nina, and she wasn’t alone. Aiden was with her.
Janice’s mouth twitched, a pang of regret passing through her thoughts. She shouldn’t have let Aiden drive her home yesterday. Now they were right at her doorstep.
“Mrs. Green, you’re back in the country!”
“Janice! Why did you suddenly move out? Even if you and Aiden are divorced, you didn’t have to leave!” Nina’s face showed genuine concern as she took Janice’s hand and walked inside.
Overwhelmed by Nina’s enthusiasm, Janice found herself being ushered along.
Aiden, trailing behind with several bags, smiled as he watched the interaction.
“Mrs. Green…”
“Janice, can you still call me Nina?” Nina’s frown conveyed her disappointment. “Even though you and Aiden aren’t together anymore, I’ve always seen you as a friend. Calling me Mrs. Green feels so formal.”
“Well…” Janice hesitated, feeling uneasy. Nina’s spontaneity and unpredictability had always taken her by surprise.
“Janice, can you?” Nina’s expression softened into a pout. Janice was a soft touch for pouting—she found it impossible to resist, whether it was Leah or Sierra using that tactic. She always
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