"What? You’re pregnant?" Karen looked at Madeline in amazement as her gaze gradually turned contemptuous. "Wow, Miss Montgomery, you really are amazing. After your baby is born, I wonder how I should call it.”

"It doesn't matter what you call it. I’m the mother and I’ll teach it. It has nothing to do with you." Madeline was calm.

Karen sneered and chuckled. "Eveline, you really are—"

"Eat your dinner," Jeremy interrupted in a cold voice and looked at Madeline. "Since you’re now pregnant, Aunty Eveline, please take care of your body,” he said and placed a piece of ribs on her plate. "I remember you used to like eating this."

"Thank you, Mr. Whitman, but I don't like it anymore. You should give it to your fiancée. You don't need to worry about me."

Madeline stayed indifferent toward him until the very end and did not touch the food that Jeremy took for her. She only turned to smile at Felipe.

When Old Master Whitman watched that scene, his frown grew deeper.

After the meal, Felipe