Chapter 102

Madeline's hand trembled violently, and the key in her hand dropped to her feet with a clang. The wounds in and out of her body seemed to have suddenly “woken up” at this moment as the insurmountable skin-cutting pain once again invaded her entire body. It hurt so much that she began losing her grip on her mind. The only thing left in her mind was the image of Jeremy from the other day, smashing the urn that contained the ashes of their child with his own hands. Then, the voice-controlled lights went out, and Madeline's world seemed to have suddenly gone dark as well. "Madeline, I'm talking to you,” rang Jeremy's cold and domineering voice. Madeline shuddered reflexively. When Jeremy grabbed her wrist, she looked like a hedgehog that had been stripped of its spines. After pushing him away in horror, she suddenly knelt down by his feet and began beating her forehead against the floor desperately. "Mr. Whitman, it's my fault! It's all my fault! I shouldn't have fallen in love with y