Chapter 393

Madeline was stunned for a second before a calm smile graced her lips.

“I think you might be a little confused about me, Grandpa Whitman. How could I be Madeline Crawford?”

The light in Old Master Whitman’s eyes dulled slightly, but his gaze was clear. “I won’t force you to admit it if you don’t want to, Madeline.”

“I’m really not Madeline, Grandfather.” Madeline denied with a smile. “Why would I get married to the man who hates me if I was Madeline? I would’ve learned the last time that throwing myself to a flame would only get me burned.”

Old Master Whitman was shocked to hear the news. His white brows were furrowed tightly. “Are you really getting married to Jeremy?”

Madeline nodded decisively. “Of course, I’m pregnant with Jeremy’s child too.”

At that, Old Master Whitman’s gaze fell on her flat stomach. He pursed his lips but made no further comment.

Vera.” Jeremy walked over. “Why are you

and walked over. “I bumped into Grandfather by coincidence, so we talked a little bit. He even joked

subtle tint of invisible melancholy, though it was quickly replaced with a smile. He took Madeline’s hand in his. “Vera does indeed look a lot like

over her at

was evident that he held

on Madeline’s hand was

to be held in half a

fell on Madeline, then on Jeremy. He shook his head with a sigh. “This is your sin and therefore your punishment to

as she mulled over the old master’s words. The meaning was clear to her, but she

maid came over to notify them that

upstairs with the excuse that he had no appetite. Including Madeline and Jeremy, the dinner table was set for

grave distaste for Madeline’s presence, Mrs. Whitman held back on picking

hear that you’re Miss L.ady’s chief designer, Miss Vera.

turning to look at the man

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