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.

old man in front of her seriously. Although his face was

smiled faintly. “I’m now Jeremy’s wife, so how can I have anything to do with Felipe anymore? Grandpa, I’m really not Madeline. Although I look a lot like her, I’m completely different from her

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

down and found that a word was written on the first sheet of white paper

the second and third sheets. All the sheets below were written with

handwriting made

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

made Madeline laugh involuntarily. “Grandpa, are you trying to tell me that Jeremy has been concerned

as

the Whitman family who felt sad for her was Old Master Whitman. Had the others not been very

were strangers in the world who would feel sad or a little sorry about her

you were going to divorce Jeremy back then?” Old Master Whitman ignored Madeline’s repeated

looked at Old Master Whitman unknowingly. “Grandpa, I’m not Madeline, so I won’t

matter if 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

“…”

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