Madeline complained and questioned as Jeremy recalled what happened that day.

He remembered everything clearly. That day, it had been very windy and snowy. Madeline was shaking violently as she held the urn in her arms, her teeth stained with blood. She had looked as wretched as a defeated puppet. However, her eyes were protesting what he was doing in determination.

She had said, “Jeremy, kill me. I don’t want to see you again.”

She also said, “Jeremy, you’ll regret this!”

However, back then, he had replied arrogantly, “The word ‘regret’ doesn’t exist in my dictionary.”

Madeline mocked when she saw Jeremy deep in thought.

“What’s wrong? Are you remembering everything that you’ve done? Do you remember how you were so sure that our child was a b*stard child who you couldn’t wait to crush her bones into dust?”

Jeremy came back to his senses after Madeline said those words sarcastically.

He recalled his cold-blooded behavior. He felt as if his evil doings were going to devour him.