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.

little. Despite her efforts to remain calm and steady, her

to be? Do you want me to beg

felt herself being assaulted by an obvious blast of

night,” he said with

“I don’t care why Mr. Whitman didn’t leave me 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 just like that? I’d then be able to disappear from your world

was most likely because she mentioned Meredith. His facial expression changed all of a sudden

to wrap it around Madeline’s slim neck and pressed

difficult to breathe, her face turning bright

she didn’t beg for him to release her. Her large, red

death anymore. However,

all of a sudden, especially

although her father doesn’t love her, her mother will love her forever and always. She’ll also be by her

speaking, Madeline slowly closed

her eyes, she sensed

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