Chapter 393

Madeline was stunned for a second before cracking a calm smile. “I think you might be a little confused about me, Grandpa Whitman. How could I be Madeline Crawford?” The light in Old Master Whitman’s eyes dulled slightly, but his gaze was clear. “I won’t force you to admit it if you don’t want to, Madeline.” “I’m really not Madeline, Grandfather Whitman.” Madeline denied with a smile. “Why would I get married to the man who hates me if I were Madeline? I would’ve learned the last time that throwing myself to a flame would only get me burned.” Old Master Whitman was shocked to hear the news. His grey brows were furrowed tightly. “Are you really getting married to Jeremy?” Madeline nodded decisively. “Of course, I’m even pregnant with Jeremy’s child.” At that, Old Master Whitman’s gaze fell on her flat stomach. He pursed his lips but made no further comment. “Grandfather, Vera.” Jeremy walked over. “Why are you talking in front of the bathroom?” Madeline smiled and walked