Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman

Jeremy was fearful. He felt like there was a hidden thorn in his heart stabbing him mercilessly. He picked up Madeline without any hesitation.

When Meredith saw this from one side, she stepped forward to stop him. “Jeremy, where are you taking Maddie?”

However, Jeremy ignored her and sped to the hospital while holding Madeline.

Throughout the way, his brain was occupied with the moment he first met the girl when he was young. That moment was delicate yet quiet and contented. It kept on replaying in his brain.

Jeremy’s heart was beating frantically. He somehow forgot that he was supposed to be in disdain of Madeline and carried her to the ER frantically.

She had said she was pregnant and it was his. However, his body was now stained with her blood.

Jeremy felt as if he was being suffocated by something invisible. This was the first time he hoped that Madeline would be okay.

He paced back and forth as he waited outside. He felt extremely anxious.

At this moment, a nurse walked out. Jeremy stopped her and asked, “What’s happening? What’s wrong with my wife?”

The nurse looked at Jeremy. There was resentment in her tone as she said, “You’re really something else as her husband. She’s pregnant, and she was still running around in the rain. Not to mention, she’s covered in wounds all over. She has a cold and is bleeding from her genitals. It’s up to God whether the child will be saved.”

made his mind go blank. There was only one thing on his mind; it was for Madeline to be

door to the operating

and found Madeline unconscious. Seeing her colorless face, Jeremy felt a pang in his

himself from holding Madeline’s cold hand as his eyes displayed a

Why do you know about my

room where she slept drowsily. She vaguely felt someone holding her hand as the warmth slowly seeped into

already the next day. While trying to move, she noticed

and saw Jeremy leaning against the bed. His hand was holding hers tightly. It felt

happening with a dazed look on her face. She felt as if she were

the moment he felt

looking at him stupidly, he touched her forehead. She had had a fever the night before, but

“Jeremy…” She called out to him. Her voice was hoarse, and

me fetch you a glass of

red, and she felt like

her up and

when they were kids upon seeing

chest. At this