Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 425

Old Master Whitman’s tone was calm. He had undoubtedly determined that the person in front of him was Madeline. He was obviously confident.

Madeline was a little surprised, but she stayed composed. “Grandpa, you’ll live a long life. Also, I really am not Madeline.”

Old Master Whitman smiled meaningfully, but his gray eyebrows were furrowed helplessly in a frown. “Madeline, are you asking me, this old man, to not die in peace?”

“…” Madeline was speechless for a moment.

“They told me that you died at Jeremy and Meredith’s engagement ceremony. This matter has always been in my mind, brooding.”

Old Master Whitman sighed.

“You’re a good child that’s hard to come by. It was Jeremy who didn’t know how to cherish you. I won’t fault you at all now that you chose to come back this way, but I hope you can stay away from Felipe.”

Old Master Whitman’s words of advice reminded Madeline of the past that Felipe had told her.

at the old man in front of her seriously. Although his face was old and his temples were

anymore? Grandpa, I’m really not Madeline. Although I look a

and determination in Madeline’s eyes, Old Master Whitman turned around and walked to the bedside cabinet. He then took out a stack of papers from the drawer and handed

this?” Madeline accepted it quizzically. She looked down and found that a word was written on the first sheet of white paper

sheets. All the sheets below were

familiar handwriting made Madeline’s heart

found by the servants who cleaned up Jeremy’s room here after your accident three

to tell me that Jeremy has been concerned

as she

Whitman family who felt sad for her was

sad or

Jeremy back then?” Old Master Whitman ignored Madeline’s repeated denials.

unknowingly. “Grandpa, I’m not Madeline, so I won’t remember what you told

you’ve forgotten. Grandpa will tell you again now.” Old Master Whitman’s gaze was loving and patient. “At the time, I asked you whether Jeremy ever had sex with you after he was

“…”

know this answer very well, Madeline.” Old Master Whitman smiled kindly. “I don’t know about other people, but I know my grandson very well. If he didn’t like you, he’d never have any