Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman

Chapter 19

After a while, Jeremy arrived. However, it was not because Madeline wanted to see him.

Instead. he had come to criticize her violently.

The light in the meeting room was dim. Nonetheless, it was enough for Madeline to see the malice and sinisterness on the man’s face.

Madeline was firm. “I didn’t push Meredith. She fell by herself on purpose. Jeremy, please believe me!”

Upon hearing her words, Jeremy stretched out his hand. His cold hand grabbed the back of her neck tightly. and he pushed her toward him.

His bottomless, black eyes were like cold daggers as he shot out a glare and said, “Not only is there evidence. but there are eyewitnesses. Yet, you still have the cheek to say it wasn't your doing?”

“I did not! Meredith framed me! I didn’t push her! I didn’t!” Madeline was having an emotional breakdown. She kept on emphasizing the truth in hopes that the man would believe her.

However, Jeremy's eyes only became more and more terrifying. His hand on the back of her neck tightened in grip. “Mer risked her life and the child in her stomach to frame you? Madeline. don’t you think your theory is pathetic?”

Madeline endured the pain and looked into Jeremy's eyes. He looked as if he was disgusted by her. “The child in her stomach is not...”

“Shut up!”

Before Madeline could finish, she was rudely interrupted by Jeremy.

Jeremy was flushed with anger as he pushed Madeline away.

pain shot up her stomach. Her

I

cold, dark eyes fixed on her. “Explain your

listen here. If anything happens to Mer and

hammered down on her before he left

drenched Madeline’s forehead as she crawled toward the direction Jeremy was walking away in. She

“Jeremy. my stomach hurts...”

did not stop. He simply walked

the iron door of the meeting room and brought Madeline back to the

but she did not get any help. On the other hand. she

her stomach and let

Madeline’s hair and smirked as

care of you. you little b*tch. Who asked you

Madeline’s body turned cold. This

Jeremy’s cruelness. She was

abort the child. How could he

would be best if

about how she had

merely looked at her dumbfoundedly, “What nonsense are you spewing? How could we not know

No one could afford

the dark cage. Through her vision that had been blurred by