Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman

Chapter 38



Chapter 38

Madeline went back to the house. She wanted to leave after packing some clothes. However, when she

saw the baby clothes on the sofa, she could not help but hold them in her hands while feeling reluctant.

When she remembered that Jeremy was the one who bought these baby clothes for Meredith, she felt

a pang of indescribable pain in her chest.

She touched her three-month pregnant stomach. She could feel tears pricking the corner of her eyes.

However, Madeline wiped away her tears quickly.

She hated herself for failing to live up to expectations. That man was so cruel to her and yet she was

still deeply worried and longing for this man who she could not get.

Madeline took a set of baby clothes and went downstairs. However, she did not expect to run into

Jeremy and Meredith at the door.

When she saw Meredith walking over while holding Jeremy’s hand intimately, Madeline’s heart started From NôvelDrama.Org.

hurting as if it was being stabbed by a million needles.

“Maddie, where are you going?” Meredith asked while blinking innocently. She looked at the bags in

Madeline’s eyes and pretended to be curious. “Eh, Maddie, when did you go to the maternity shop? Do

you want to give my baby a present?”

Madeline had never seen a mistress who had so much courage like Meredith before.

She peered at Meredith in disgust. “You’re proud of being pregnant with the child of a wedded man.

Meredith, you’re so thick-skinned.”

Meredith’s face fell. She looked at Jeremy aggrievedly. “Jeremy, I think I should go home. I’m worried

that Maddie will get jealous again. It’s fine if she hurts me, but if she hurts our child, I’m worried that I

won’t be able to keep him.”

She was saying that innocently, but she was obviously trying to enrage Jeremy.

“You’re not the one who should leave.” Jeremy looked at Madeline with an icy gaze. “Scram. Don’t ever

appear in Mer’s vision anymore.” He warned coldly. Then, he pointed at the baby clothes Madeline was

holding.

“I bought those for Meredith’s child. Who allowed you to touch them? Don’t you know how filthy you

are? How is my son going to wear the clothes you’ve touched?”

He was calling her filthy. He was calling it his son.

Madeline could not endure the excruciating pain in her heart. She looked at the face that she had loved

for 12 years and her heart ached.

“Jeremy, why are you so cruel to me? Is it just because you think that I planned for you to sleep with

me? Is that why I’ve become an eyesore to you? However, do you know that time—”

“Maddie,” Meredith interrupted suddenly. She walked over to advise her. “You can’t blame Jeremy for

being mad. He’s a neat freak. You had so many relationships with different men and even slept with so

many men for money. I can’t even accept this, let alone Jeremy.”

Hehe.

Madeline wanted to burst out laughing. Meredith’s every word was filled with hypocrisy and

provocation. However, Jeremy believed her every word.

His face became gloomy immediately. He then pulled Meredith back into his arms.

“Don’t you think that she’s filthy? How can you touch her? Come, let’s go back to our room.”

He held Meredith’s hand and turned around. Madeline’s eyes hurt from looking at the two of them. The

pain went straight to her heart. Plus, Meredith even turned around and gave her a victorious smirk.

Madeline’s heart sank. She knew that no matter what, she would not be able to hide how Jeremy felt

about her.

She forced herself to not think about him. She worked hard to make her life go back to normal. After all,

she was still hoping that she would be able to hold on until the birth of her child.

Madeline transferred Len to another hospital. It was obvious that Meredith had bribed the nurse from

before.

Madeline left after she settled her grandfather’s matters.

She then passed by a maternity shop. After hesitating at the door for a while, she went in.

She picked out two sets of clothes—one pink and one blue.


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