Chapter 112
Madeline was certain that Jeremy knew for sure that he was the Mr. Whitman that she was referring to.
She thought that he would show some empathy and remorse toward that incident, but all she heard was the sound of his disdainful scoff.
“Madeline, you’re still adamant on attaching that bastard to my namesake till today. I’ll tell you once again that I, Jeremy Whitman, only have one biological son, and he is Jackson Whitman,” he said.
After he finished talking with a cold smile on his face, he let go of the hand he was using to hold Madeline in place.
“I’m hungry, go get a bowl of porridge for me,” he said.
Madeline clenched both her fists tightly. Looking at the cold, merciless man before her, she said in a dull tone, “I didn’t make enough for you, Mr. Whitman. The portion here is small, please go back.”
“Madeline Crawford, is this the attitude you’re going to have while talking to me?” Jeremy asked, his brows furrowing slightly. It was evident that he was displeased.
Madeline’s heartbeat raced a little. Despite her efforts to remain calm and steady, her heart was still uneasy.
“Does Mr. Whitman not like this attitude of mine? Then how would you wish for me to be? Do you want me to beg for you on the floor like a dog just like how I did in the past?” she questioned.
Once the words settled in the air, Madeline felt herself being assaulted by an obvious blast of cold air.
“I guess I should’ve let you die on the streets yesterday night,” he said with gritted teeth, a dark glint in his peach-shaped eyes.
Madeline looked at the angry man in a slightly humorous manner. “I don’t care why Mr. Whitman didn’t leave me there to die. Didn’t you say that if I continued to be alive, I’d just be hurting your sweetheart more? Then why did you save me yesterday night? Why not let me die just like that? I’d then be able to disappear from your world once and for all!” she yelled.
Somehow, Madeline’s words seemed to have provoked Jeremy. It was most likely because she mentioned Meredith. His facial expression changed all of a sudden as she mentioned Meredith, his handsome features filled with a fearful darkness.
Suddenly, he reached his hand forward to wrap it around Madeline’s slim neck and pressed his knuckles forward forcefully.
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