Madeline's hand shook violently and the key in her hand dropped on her feet with a clang.

The wounds in and out of her body seemed to have suddenly “woken up” at this moment and the insurmountable skin cutting pain once again invaded her entire body. It hurt so much that she was losing grip on her mind and only the image of him smashing the urn with the ashes of their child by how own hands the other day was left in her mind.

The voice-controlled lights went out and Madeline's world had also seemed to have suddenly gone dark.

"Madeline, I'm talking to you,” came Jeremy's domineering voice coldly.

Madeline shuddered reflexively. When Jeremy grabbed her wrist, she looked like a hedgehog that had been stripped of its spines. After bouncing off in horror, she suddenly knelt down by his feet, smashing her head desperately.

"Mr. Whitman, it's my fault! It's all my fault! I shouldn't have fallen in love with you and I shouldn't provoke Meredith!

"Jeremy, I know I was wrong, please don't