Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 1171

Madeline asked straightforwardly, and the lady on the other end of the call giggled. “Eveline Montgomery, you don’t have to be so eager to know who I am. Soon, we’ll meet up.”

“I don’t want to meet with someone who hides in a dark corner and sneers. Stop calling,” Madeline warned her, and when she was about to hang up, the lady voiced out once again.

“You don’t wish to meet up with me, but I’m looking forward to our encounter. Well, as a gift for our encounter, just think of your muted daughter who’s lying in the hospital with her life still in a critical phase.”

“What did you say? What do you mean?!” Madeline suddenly thought of something. “Did you order someone to kidnap my daughter?”

“You’re right, it’s me.” The lady quickly admitted it. “But don’t you worry, Eveline. I’ll never lay a finger on you. Instead, I want you to be safe and healthy to witness how I torture those around you and make you suffer!”

After the lady blurted out her last comment, the call was hung up abruptly.

Madeline called back, but no one answered.

She could make out from the woman’s tone that she bore a grudge against her.

was it. That was because she had never

lady’s comment about Lillian’s life being in a critical phase sent chills down Madeline’s

while walking eagerly to the

along but was worried he would

follow. As such, he could

little kid who was sound asleep and sneaked out of the ward. He took out his phone, only to realize that Madeline had sent him a message two hours ago. He had

closed the door of the ward and answered the call.

the hospital? Did

Fabian who told her everything about Lillian. He replied apologetically, “I’m sorry, Linnie. I didn’t

blame on him. Instead, she comforted him. “I know you’ve done your very best to protect Lillian. Don’t blame yourself. Wait for me, I’ll be

hanging up the call, Madeline sped up and hurried

Jeremy, she glanced at the bed where Lillian was lying

out to touch the little girl’s pale doll-like face.

her head

at the end of the bed, feeling terrible and blaming himself