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

Then how would you wish for me to be? Do you want me to beg for you on the floor like

Madeline felt herself being

streets yesterday night,” he said with gritted teeth, a dark glint in his

in a slightly humorous manner. “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?

mentioned Meredith. His facial expression changed all of a

hand forward to wrap it around Madeline’s

instantly found it difficult to breathe, her

for him to release her. Her large, red

However, he

twitching intensely all of a sudden, especially

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

Madeline slowly closed

she closed her

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