Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 758

Chapter 758

“Move!” Madeline’s tone was cold and sharp.

Felicity was stunned for two seconds by Madeline’s aura, and by the time she snapped back to reality, she quickly went to hold Madeline back.

“Stand there, Eveline…”

Madeline caught her arm back, interrupting Felicity. She glared coldly at her. “I’m warning you, do not stand in my way.”

“…”

Stunned by Madeline’s aura and with the other flinging her hand, Felicity staggered before falling onto the floor.

Madeline paid Felicity no attention and ran toward the door. Pulling open the gates, she found a limited edition black car parked right in front.

Felipe alighted the car, his expression gentle and soft. However, his eyes no longer held the softness they once did.

“You don’t need to go to the scene. It’s already too late.” He walked toward Madeline. “Jeremy is already dead.”

Madeline’s heart felt as if it was ripped to shreds, and her eyes reddened as she mocked lightly. “You’re elated, aren’t you? Felipe Whitman, he’s your nephew!”

“He may be my nephew, but even so, that wouldn’t change the fact that accidents happen,” Felipe replied calmly.

Madeline balled her fists. “You killed Lillian, then made Jeremy’s death look like an accident. You’ve opened my eyes, Felipe, but let me promise you, I will uncover the truth about the death of Lillian and her father!”

She forced the sadness down and made her way around Felipe.

“Don’t forget, Eveline. I saved your life.”

“You’re welcome to take my life back if you want. I’m standing right here.”

Madeline stood fearlessly before Felipe’s slowly glowering eyes.

Madeline felt her blood going cold as she remembered saying no when Jeremy asked if he could hug her again before they went their separate ways from the dessert shop.

She regretted not accepting his request.

Would she regret it any less if they had hugged?

‘Is this how we end, Jeremy? Separated by life and death?

‘If that’s so, then why did we even bother each other all these years in the first place?’

Madeline staggered back to the hotel in a daze and stood on the opposite street. Her mind supplied her with the image of Jeremy waiting foolishly by the entrance with a bouquet of baby’s breath in his hand. He must have felt hurt and disappointed. ‘But Jeremy, your Linnie’s here now. I want to see you, but perhaps we were never meant to be.’

Madeline stared at the hotel’s entrance, feeling at a loss. Tears suddenly began to fall.

In a moment of stupor, a familiar face flashed in her line of vision. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Jeremy?”