Madeline stared at the bag thrown off to the side.

The bag was far from large, but it was certainly big enough to hold a four-year-old.

Not to mention that with how heartless Meredith was, Madeline would not be surprised if she had done such a thing.

Staring blankly at the bag for a few seconds, Madeline quickly went over to it.

Meredith watched Madeline open the bag anxiously and tiptoed behind Madeline. Raising the shovel in her hands, Meredith’s eyes were fierce.

‘Go to hell, Eveline!

‘Between you and I, only one of us can survive!’

She aimed the shovel at the back of Madeline’s head and swung as hard as she could.

Meredith was about to get away with it when Madeline suddenly turned around and evaded her attack, catching her wrist.

“Did you think I wouldn’t know that I’m the person you want dead the most, Meredith? Did you think that I’d still be as careless as I used to be?” Madeline’s gaze was sharp. Her will as a mother was giving her strength. “I’m your target.