‘He likes me?’

Madeline still thought this reason was absurd.

Even if he did say he loved her every now and then, the torture that had engulfed her in darkness in the past was still vivid.

“I’ll send you back.” Jeremy’s voice suddenly rang in her ears and Madeline returned to her senses.

She looked at the man beside her, her gaze full of questions.

‘No, Eveline Montgomery. Don’t believe this man.

‘If he had had any trace of affection for you, you wouldn’t be harboring such deep hatred today.’

Jeremy noticed that Madeline was looking at him a little strangely. He delusionally wished that she still had some attachment toward him.

It was a pity that a fantasy was just fantasy after all.

Madeline called a cab by the roadside and went back alone. Jeremy only left after desolately watching Madeline who drifted away.

Not long after he left, a figure entered stealthily into the nursing home.

That person went straight to the front desk and announced, “I’m Old Mr. Whitman’s granddaugh