Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299

A voice sounded from the bathroom. The person inside was strongly defending Meredith.

Jeremy’s frigid gaze swept over like an icy storm. “You’re letting her live here?”

“What’s wrong with Meredith living here? She’s your fiancée, and you two even have Jack. The three of you are a family! What’s wrong with a family living together?”

Mrs. Whitman stated confidently, her attitude growing more uncontrollable. She was completely ignorant of the change in Jeremy’s expression.

“After what Meredith has gone through, it’s your duty as her fiancé to comfort and console her. You’re not to spend all your time with that witch!”

Mrs. Whitman patted Meredith’s shoulder caringly as she spoke, her expression hardening as she looked at Jeremy.

“I know that you like to have your own opinions, Jeremy, but you have to listen to me this time. I’m your mother! Distance yourself from that woman, Vera Quinn. She’s nothing but bad news. There’s no way she didn’t play a part in Meredith getting hurt this time!”

“Did you take the photo down?” Jeremy parted his lips to inquire coldly.

Both Meredith and Mrs. Whitman were taken aback before the latter fearlessly replied, “So what if I got someone to take it down? That b*tch already died long ago, so why are you still hanging her photo in the house? Looking at it makes me want to vomit! Hang yours and Meredith’s if you want a wedding photo hung up so badly!”

Mrs. Whitman crossed her arms, not noticing that a swirl of cold air had begun to surge around her.

“I’ve already told someone to clean up the things in the room. Everything to do with that b*tch has already been thrown away!”

At that, Jeremy immediately turned around and walked to the closet.

Opening the doors to it, he found that the few pieces of clothing Madeline had worn when she was still alive were all replaced with Meredith’s branded ones.

His grip on the closet’s handles tightened as veins popped out on his fair arm. A blizzard instantly began to swirl in his eyes as his pupils dilated. Darkness was consuming his irises.

His mother’s voice rang out from behind.