Chapter 1115 Gained Nothing
Anthony hung up the phone, extinguished his cigarette, and walked out.
"Mr. Clark, where are you going?" Clint quickly followed.
"Back to Emerald Gardens," Anthony instructed.
Clint, worried about Anthony's current state, drove him back.
By the time they returned from the hospital, the clothing brand representative had already departed.
Anthony went to Jane's wardrobe and, recalling her preference for skirts, selected some for her instead of pants.
Anthony remembered Jane's love for beauty. She had refused to wear the hospital gown, deeming it unattractive.
"Mr. Clark, something's wrong!" Clint suddenly rushed up, out of breath from the rush, and exclaimed, "Ms. Watkins is missing!"
Anthony frowned deeply, and the clothes in his hand fell to the ground.
Clint then reported. "The bodyguards found no surveillance footage of Jane leaving, but they did spot a man resembling Ms. Watkins entering the hospital." Clint was suspicious of this man.
Anthony immediately thought of one person: Jovan!
The private jet slowly took off.
Jane gazed out the window as the private jet lifted off. The southern city's buildings shrank, the winding mountain roads resembled a silver ribbon, and soon, the landscape turned into a blur of colors.
Finally, she left the city.
Jovan draped a blanket over Jane, tenderly patting her head. "Dear, now that you've decided to leave, let go completely. You are so precious; he doesn't deserve you."
Jane continued to look out the window. Only when everything related to the southern city disappeared from view did she turn her gaze away.
"Okay, I'll listen to you," Jane said softly, looking particularly obedient.
Jovan clicked his tongue. "Listen to me? Had you left a month ago, as I suggested, you wouldn't be in this predicament."
"Jovan, how did you know I was pregnant before?" Jane asked, her pale face looking up.
"Richard told me," Jovan said.
Jane had been pregnant with Anthony's child but had kept it from him. Jovan feigned indifference, but he was seething inside.
"Richard? Didn't he leave a long time ago?" Jane was surprised. She hadn't thought of him for so long that she almost forgot.
"His abilities and influence rival Anthony's. It was no trouble for him to have someone keep an eye on you with minimal effort," Jovan replied.
Richard knew what had happened to Jane during this time, but he respected her. After Jane made her stance clear, he never intervened. Only when Jane moved into the Clark Manor did he worry she might be wronged and told Jovan.
Jovan contacted Jane a month ago. At that time, Jane couldn't let go of the child in her womb and wanted to fulfill her promise to Anthony, so she refused Jovan's offer to take her away.
"Jovan, are you done talking?" A man's voice was heard.
The bedroom door of the private jet opened, and a disheveled Ainslee in his twenties emerged, looking grumpy and radiating an air of "I have a morning temper, and I'm not happy now."
"Ainslee?" Jane was a bit surprised.
She knew Jovan and Ainslee were close, and now Jovan worked for Ainslee. But she didn't know Ainslee had also come along.
After not seeing him for half a year, Ainslee looked even more youthful. He wobbled out of the bedroom and plopped down next to Jovan. He seemed not fully awake, his head tilting onto Jovan's shoulder, looking like he could fall asleep at any moment.
"Sit up straight." Jovan nudged Ainslee's head.
Ainslee didn't budge, saying righteously, "I'm still adjusting to the time difference. It's your idea to come back to the country."
Ainslee's speech was a bit unclear, but Jane understood.
The last time they met, Ainslee didn't understand much of their language.
Seeing Jane's surprise, Jovan explained, "He has a talent for languages and learns foreign languages quickly."
He naturally referred to Ainslee, who had already closed his eyes.
Jane nodded. Natalie also had a talent for languages, so she understood.
Jane's gaze shifted between between Jovan and the delicate-looking Ainslee.
Did the outside world know that the head of the Richardson family was so carefree in private?
Ainslee, with his keen senses, noticed Jane looking at him. He originally didn't want to talk to her, but considering she was Jovan's cherished sister, he took the initiative.
He glanced at Jane's belly, yawned, and said, "It's just a child. We can afford to raise them. Why let Anthony and the Clark family benefit? Now, there's nothing left."
"Shut up!" Jovan glared at Ainslee.
Ainslee retorted, "I'm comforting her because she's your sister! You don't appreciate it!"
"Jane, what are your plans?" Jovan asked Jane.
"I'm not sure." Jane leaned back on the sofa, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll go back to Paykston first. I haven't seen Natalie's baby yet."
In Southern City, Clint finally found news about Jane. "Ms. Watkins was indeed taken away by Mr. Watkins. The private jet took off two hours ago, and the destination is Paykston."
"Jovan is back?" Ann was shocked and a bit fearful. She had once used Jovan to threaten Jane, and now Jovan had come back and taken Jane away.
Clint, concerned that Ann might not grasp the situation and pursue Jane and Jovan, added, "Mr. Watkins didn't come back alone. Someone from the Richardson family accompanied him. If our guess is correct, it should be the head of the Richardson family, Ainslee."
"The head of the Richardson family," Ann murmured in disbelief. Jovan was doing so well?
Now that Jane had Jovan's protection, wasn't it impossible for her to return to Anthony?
Ann looked at Anthony with a sense of loss. Anthony sat there with a dark expression, motionless, enveloped in a sense of desolation.
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