His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 742

A place like the Juvenile Detention Center might be for rehabilitating young offenders, but it was also a microcosm of society where a wealthy and powerful background was incredibly useful.

Like Jonathan's.

That was how he was able to get candy.

Back then, he had no idea how much those little pieces of candy meant to the girl locked inside.

Until one day, she was released.

She looked like she had been through hell, a shadow of her former self, but her eyes were still bright, burning like an unquenchable wildfire.

Jonathan approached her and asked for her name.

It was the first time he had ever been genuinely interested in another person.

"Your name is Rina? What's your last name?"

"I don't want to say… I don't want that name."

"Then I won't ask. No matter your name, you're you… Rina. That's a beautiful name."

"I'm Jonathan… From now on, I'll protect you."

It was the first promise Jonathan had ever made to anyone in his life.

He thought he would never break it.

"Why… why did it all turn out like this…"

Crystal-clear tears rolled down his pale face, silently soaking his cheeks.

In the end, what had he protected her from? Nothing.

He had married Niamh as part of his revenge against Marina and to obey his grandfather's orders.

He had made her abandon her studies for him.

He had caused her to miscarry, losing their first and only child.

And then, for Marina's sake, he had done countless things to hurt Niamh.

Jonathan said this mostly to give Niamh's spirit some peace.

He had assumed that with Niamh gone, Gemma would have no one to care for her, and he'd planned to bring her to the Thomas family estate. But the staff at the facility told him Gemma hadn't lived there for a while.

He had Prescott investigate, but the trail went cold.

To cover tracks so completely, he could only imagine it was the work of the Quinn family.

"And The Thomas Group has been restructured. It's back in my hands… though you probably aren't happy to hear that…"

Jonathan managed a bitter smile that was more painful than a sob.

The current Thomas Group was built on Niamh's hard work. Rather than let it fall into someone else's hands, Jonathan felt it was better that he had it.

"And don't worry about your studio. Quentin is managing it very well…"

As if they were having a long chat, Jonathan kept talking to the tombstone that could never reply, his words tumbling out one after another.

He stayed like that for five hours.