Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388

Madeline watched the car drive off silently. Technically speaking, it was not a lie.

Their daughter was still alive.

‘The one who died was the silly and foolish Madeline Crawford, not your daughter, Eveline Montgomery.’

Jeremy had planned to bring Madeline to Whitman Manor after they visited Eloise.

However, he felt a change of heart at the sudden turn of events. “I just remembered that I have something important to deal with. I’ll send you home first and pick you up tonight?”

Madeline smiled kindly. “Go, Jeremy. I’ll wait for you to pick me up when you’re done.”

The corners of Jeremy’s lips quirked, but the smile was not one from the heart.

He was merely forcing out a smile.

Madeline had felt something was off about him ever since he heard that Meredith was a fake.

After alighting from the car, Madeline watched Jeremy turn the car around without a second glance backward.

It was a stark contrast to how he used to watch her leave before he made his way off.

Realizing something was wrong, Madeline hailed a ride to follow him.

She found that Jeremy had parked his car at the detention center.

Had he come to visit Meredith?

Madeline’s eyes flickered with a cold glint as her lips quirked up into a mocking smile.

“You still love her, don’t you, Jeremy?”

…

Meredith was jubilant when she came to know that Jeremy had come to visit her!

Meredith shivered while staring into Jeremy’s deep peach-blossom eyes.

The man was in a black button-up that was layered underneath a windbreaker. Frosty abstinence oozed off him in waves, chilling whatever it touched.

“Everything I’ve told you is true, Jeremy. Don’t you believe me anymore? Did you forget the promise you made to me by the sea? You said you’d protect me, love me, and even marry—”

“Hmph.”

Jeremy gave a cold snort.

Meredith shivered again in fear, losing the courage to continue her lie.

She stared frantically at the man before her, his emotions not something she could grasp. “What’s wrong, Jeremy? What—”

Interrupting Meredith’s question, Jeremy stood suddenly, his tall and lean figure casting a shadow that covered the glisten of fake tears in Meredith’s eyes. He reached out to grab Meredith by her collar, pulling her harshly toward himself.

Those sinister eyes of his drilled into Meredith. “You were never the girl I met by the sea in April Hill to begin with!”