Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207

Just like that, the truth back then finally came to light thanks to Tanner’s ramblings.

Jeremy’s expression darkened instantly as unrestrained bloodthirst flared in his eyes.

In his fury, he raised a fist that crashed hard against Tanner’s cheek.

Tanner stumbled backward, losing his footing. His mind was muddled by the hit.

Wine glasses and plates crashed all over the floor upon impact to the long table behind.

However, Jeremy did not stop. Rather, he pulled Tanner up to deliver two more punches.

Blood trickled from the corner of Tanner’s lips as his face turned distorted.

However, no one dared to stop Jeremy.

The man looked terrifying that very moment and too scary. Everyone felt that getting too close would leave them burnt by the flames of fury that engulfed him.

Jeremy kept thinking that he had been wrong for the past three years.

Especially on the topic of Madeline’s purity. He could not shove off the feeling of being blindfolded.

Right now, he had finally taken off the veil that covered his eyes. In light of the truth, he found it hard to face his heart, let alone the face that swam in his mind…

Watching the scene unfurl, the pretty corners of Madeline’s tips tugged up infinitesimally.

Finally.

Finally, she heard Tanner reveal the truth behind her slander.

Finally, she was deemed innocent.

The bodyguards immediately turned to pick up a fainted Tanner, kicking him out the doors of the hotel.

Tanner may have been thrown out, yet everyone in the ballroom had clearly heard the words he said.

“It… It was just a small squabble. Please, everyone, it’s over now. Please enjoy the rest of the night.” Meredith forced out a smile as she tried to revert the atmosphere of the night, then she turned to Jeremy after fixing a hurt expression on her face. “Jeremy. Please don’t believe a word Tanner said…”

“I knew it. Madeline would never do such a thing!” Old Master Whitman interrupted Meredith’s excuses with his infuriated tone. “So it was all you! You were the one who joined forces with that thug to frame Madeline. How could you kidnap your son just to harm her? You, you… I can’t believe you!”

Meredith shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “That’s not true, Grandpa Whitman. You can’t just convict me based on the thug’s words alone. How could I possibly kidnap Jack? He’s my son! How could I have the heart to?”

“Yeah. My daughter would never do such a thing, Old Master Whitman. How could we believe the words of a thug?” Eloise’s expression was stern, her emotions much calmer than Meredith’s.

That was because she firmly believed that her precious daughter would never do such a thing.

“Hmph!” Old Master Whitman huffed coldly. He did not believe a word she said.