Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Chapter 3
Madeline fell to the floor after being kicked out of nowhere. She protected her stomach subconsciously. Afterward, before she could explain, Jon slapped her on her head again.
“You b*tch! Why would Meredith kill herself for someone like you! You're the one who deserves to die!”
Through gritted teeth. Jon spat out each and every word. He despised Madeline to the bone.
“Dad. it’s fine. I'm not destined to be with Jeremy. I don’t blame Maddie.” The sound of
Meredith sobbing slowly began to sound from the other end of the room.
The corner of Madeline’s lips were bleeding. and her head was buzzing from pain. She endured the pain and lifted her head. As a result. she saw Meredith leaning against Jeremy’s chest. Consequently. tears could be seen in her eyes.
Jeremy was holding the sobbing Meredith. His eyes were filled with gentleness as he protected the her.
The scene looked comforting. but it stabbed Madeline right in the heart.
If that thing had not happened. Jeremys wife would be Meredith and not a feral child who was lodging under another person's roof.
who had planned what
moment? If she had not set that trap,
You wouldn't be so sad as to want to kill yourself because you were separated from Jeremy. You're too kind
that.” Meredith sighed and looked at Madeline with hurtful eyes. “Maddie. if you liked Jeremy, you could've told me. I wouldn't have fought over him with you. Why
“Mer, I didn’t...”
wasn't you!” Jon was livid. “Are you still trying to be stubborn. you b*tch? Alright, I'll kill
the room after he said that. On the other hand, Madeline cowered in fear and her hands went to protect
are you still here? Do you want to be killed?” Jeremy
he
hurriedly got up
she had to get out of there
the onlookers and people who criticized her. She covered her swollen face and ran
she got to the entrance. she noticed her phone was not
the entrance of the lift, the door coincidentally opened at
Madeline saw Jeremy walk out of
upright and unafraid. His delicate features were the most