Meredith did not care about how Old Master Whitman thought. What mattered to her was how Jeremy did.

Her glistened eyes turned to look at the frosty man. “You believe me, right, Jeremy?”

Meredith’s tone was soft as she reached out to grab Jeremy’s hands, trying to get him to believe in her.

Instead, all she got was a cold look filled with doubt that swept sharply over Meredith’s face from the corner of his eyes. Without giving her an answer, he walked away.

“Jeremy, Jeremy…”

Feeling hurt, her tears began to fall cooperatively as Meredith watched Jeremy’s retreating figure.

Eloise began to comfort her sympathetically. “It’s alright, Meredith. Jeremy is smart. I’m sure he wouldn’t fall for such lies!”

Meredith nodded and wiped off her tears. “I’ll go look for him.”

“Meredith.” Eloise sighed sadly. Lifting her gaze, she glared at Madeline with displeasure.

On the receiving end of Eloise’s disgusted gaze, Madeline found herself smiling and walking over without a care. “If