Jeremy stared at Madeline intensely with his brows furrowed together. The raging fire in his eyes seemed to disappear in an instant.

He lowered his body to get close to her. Then, he pushed the strands of her stray hair away from her forehead. His tone was unprecedentedly gentle when he said, “You said that you were pregnant with my child before you get incarcerated. How did you lose the child?”

It would be fine if he had not asked her. The moment he asked her, the unhealed wound in Madeline’s heart was split open. Blood started pouring out from it profusely.

She looked at Jeremy who asked her this question all of a sudden in amusement. “Just like you said, Mr. Whitman. She’s dead, so why bother asking? Would she come back to life?”

“Madeline, answer me.”

Jeremy looked at Madeline who had a fake smile on her face. Her heart was being clamped tightly by an invisible pair of pliers.

“Mr. Whitman, you’re such an expert at sprinkling salt on someone else’s wound.” Madeline smiled sa