Madeline’s abdomen crashed against the corner of the coffee table as she fell onto the floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet with difficulty, she was slapped again by Mrs. Whitman before she could even stabilize herself.

“You wicked woman! I’ll make your life a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman warned harshly, before pushing Madeline again.

Already weak on her feet, Madeline found herself falling to the floor again as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on impact and blood began to leak from her wound.

Black spots appeared in her vision and her mind buzzed.

“My heart hurts, Jeremy! Why does Madeline have to come after me all the time?” Meredith began to wail and complain.

Jeremy’s threatening and terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around to carry a pale Jackson.

“Don’t worry,