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.

to remain calm and steady, her heart

would you wish for me to be? Do you want me to beg for you

herself being assaulted by an obvious blast of

the streets yesterday night,” he said with gritted teeth, a dark glint in his peach-shaped

Whitman didn’t leave me there to die. Didn’t you say that if I continued to be alive, I’d just be hurting

mentioned Meredith. His facial expression changed all of a sudden as she mentioned Meredith, his handsome features filled with

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

found it difficult to breathe, her face turning

to release her. Her large, red eyes met his

fear death anymore. However, he suddenly felt his arms grow

especially when he saw the tears sliding down from

father doesn’t love her, her mother will

slowly closed her

at the moment she closed her

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