Madeline stood in the rainy winter night. Everything in front of her was pitch black.
Ten million was an astronomical number to her.
Despite being the madam of the number one rich family in Glendale, she never got any advantages from this identity of hers. On the contrary, she was battered and exhausted.
Madeline did not dare to call the cops hastily because she was concerned about Len’s safety.
She did not have a choice. She could only ask for Jeremy’s help.
However, perhaps Jeremy had blocked her number as she could not get through to him no matter how many times she called.
She thought about how her grandfather might be suffering now, so she went back to Crawford Manor.
She lifted her right hand and remembered how Jon had stomped on it just now. It caused her to be unable to exert any force with her hand.
Madeline knocked on the door with her left hand. The door was opened after a while, but before she could say anything, she was greeted by a bucket of cold water.
“Scram! Don’t dirty my front door! If I knew you’d hurt Mer so much, I wouldn’t have agreed to take you into our family!” Rose held the bucket and yelled at Madeline angrily. After she yelled at her, she spat at her and slammed the door shut with a loud thud.
Madeline snorted. How ironic.
She used her bone marrow to save Meredith who was sickly before. However, she did not expect the family to bite the hand that fed them.
Madeline bit her lip hard and walked under Madeline’s window. Then, she lifted her head.
The cold rain landed on her and she almost could not open her eyes.
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