Chapter 112

Madeline was certain that Jeremy knew for sure that he was the Mr. Whitman that she was referring to.

She thought that he would show some empathy and remorse toward that incident, but all she heard was the sound of his disdainful scoff.

“Madeline, you’re still adamant on attaching that bastard to my namesake till today. I’ll tell you once again that I, Jeremy Whitman, only have one biological son, and he is Jackson Whitman,” he said.

After he finished talking with a cold smile on his face, he let go of the hand he was using to hold Madeline in place.

“I’m hungry, go get a bowl of porridge for me,” he said.

Madeline clenched both her fists tightly. Looking at the cold, merciless man before her, she said in a dull tone, “I didn’t make enough for you, Mr. Whitman. The portion here is small, please go back.”

“Madeline Crawford, is this the attitude you’re going to have while talking to me?” Jeremy asked, his brows furrowing slightly. It was evident that he was displeased.

a little. Despite her efforts to

Do you want me to beg for you on the floor like a dog just like how

words settled in the air, Madeline felt herself being

I should’ve let you die on the streets yesterday night,” he said with gritted teeth, a

there to die. Didn’t you say that if I continued to be alive, I’d just be hurting your sweetheart more? Then why did you save me yesterday night? Why not let me die

provoked Jeremy. It was most likely because she mentioned Meredith. His facial expression changed

his hand forward to wrap it around Madeline’s slim neck

found it difficult to

beg for him to release her. Her large, red eyes met his

However, he suddenly

Jeremy’s temple began twitching intensely all of a sudden, especially when he saw the tears

I get to heaven, I’ll tell our child that although her father doesn’t love her, her

slowly

closed her

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