Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1897

Carter’s deep eyes narrowed, emitting a dangerous aura.

Shirley’s heart skipped a beat. Perhaps she had already intended to die, she was neither scared nor fearful.

“Carter, I will bear the consequences of the path I chose. Please stop interfering with my life.”

“You killed my child and you’re asking me not to interfere with your life? Shirley, I’m telling you right now that I’m going to show you how wrong your decision was.”

Carter spoke, his words held a deeper meaning, and he slowly released his hand.

“Carter, what are  you trying  to do? I  told you I won’t go back to St. Piaf with you. Stop pushing me,” Shirley thoroughly refused.

The corner of Carter’s lips curled into a knowing, sinister smile.

“You’ll know what I am going to do soon enough.”

Shirley moved her lips, but she did not know what

else she could say. However, she saw an intense hatred blazing in Carter’s eyes.

Hatred?

Did he hate her for lying to him, for betraying him, or did he hate her for wanting to kill the longing

and happiness he had for the child from the start?

In the evening, Madeline drove alone to the place Adam used to live in.

Even though Shirley had said she wanted to be alone, after an entire day had passed, Madeline felt that Shirley must be suffering because no one was around to take care of her.

How would a person who lost the ability to move her legs, had a miscarriage, and had multiple bone fractures in her body take care of themselves?

Madeline remembered the passcode to the door, and she entered the house easily.