Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman

Chapter 37



Chapter 37

Jon and Rose were shocked when they saw Madeline vomiting blood, but at the same time, they felt

pleased.

The duo shut the door and ignored Madeline. They did not care about her at all. It would be better if

she died.

Madeline curled up in between the shrubs with her body covered with dirt and rainwater. She clutched

her painful stomach and watched as Jeremy carried Meredith into the car.

He could see her from the rearview mirror, but he did not even want to look at her.

On the other hand, Meredith was staring at her. She smiled victoriously without a trace when she saw

Madeline as pale as a corpse with her mouth filled with blood.

Madeline lowered her hand that was trying to ask for help hopelessly as she watched the car drive

away.

Her tears and the rainwater blurred her vision.

He was so worried about Meredith’s child, but he did not care about the child in her stomach. He even

wanted to kill the child in her stomach.

Madeline chuckled lamentably. She was laughing at how sad her life was.

When did her life become like this? Perhaps it started from the moment she fell in love with the man

that she was not supposed to fall in love with.

Madeline had to be hospitalized for a few days for her internal and external injuries. Thankfully, her

child was fine.

No one asked about her these few days. Daniel was the only one who called her and asked about her

condition. Madeline skimped over this while pretending nothing happened. She did not want Jeremy to

target Daniel anymore.

When she was discharged, the doctor told her in regret. She was unable to have an abortion to perform

the surgery to remove her tumor in her current situation now.

When she heard this, Madeline did not have any sad reactions. On the contrary, she just smiled calmly.

When she walked out of the hospital, the warm winter sun landed on her thin face. She did not feel any

warmth now, especially when she thought about how Jeremy treated her. It was as if she had a huge

crack in her heart and the cold wind was invading it mercilessly.

Madeline was going to take the bus, but she saw a familiar figure at the side door of the hospital. When

she looked closer, she saw that it was Eloise and her husband, Sean.

Even though Eloise was biased against Madeline and despised her after what her precious daughter

told her, for some reason, Madeline still felt that Eloise looked amiable.

She saw Eloise frowning, looking pained. Then, she heard her mentioning something about the

hospital, birthmark, and daughter.

Madeline figured she might be talking about her daughter, Brittany. As such, she did not want to disturb

her. She turned around to leave.

At this moment, Meredith walked out of the hospital while grumbling. She knew Madeline was staying

in this hospital. She wanted to come to insult Madeline when Jeremy did not have time to accompany

her. However, she was told that Madeline had left before she got here.

She swore in agitation. Then, she lifted her head and saw Eloise and Sean standing at the side door.

Meredith put on a gentle and lovable smile. When she was about to go over and greet them, she saw

Eloise leaning against Sean’s chest sadly while saying, “I wonder where our daughter is? I wonder if

she’s doing well. Sean, please don’t let Brit know that she’s not our biological daughter.”

“Don’t worry. Our daughter will be the only 24 years old young woman in this world with a butterfly

birthmark on her lower back. I’ll find her even if I have to flip the entire Glendale over!”

Meredith was stunned. She could not believe what she just heard.

She was pleased with the fact that Brittany was not their biological daughter. However, she was unable

to accept what Sean said. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She remembered clearly that Madeline had a butterfly birthmark on the left side of her lower back! Plus,

Madeline and Brittany’s birthdays were on the same day. She was also 24 this year!


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