Chapter 1171

Madeline asked straightforwardly, and the lady on the other end of the call giggled. “Eveline Montgomery, you don’t have to be so eager to know who I am. Soon, we’ll meet up.”

“I don’t want to meet with someone who hides in a dark corner and sneers. Stop calling,” Madeline warned her, and when she was about to hang up, the lady voiced out once again.

“You don’t wish to meet up with me, but I’m looking forward to our encounter. Well, as a gift for our encounter, just think of your muted daughter who’s lying in the hospital with her life still in a critical phase.”

“What did you say? What do you mean?!” Madeline suddenly thought of something. “Did you order someone to kidnap my daughter?”

“You’re right, it’s me.” The lady quickly admitted it. “But don’t you worry, Eveline. I’ll never lay a finger on you. Instead, I want you to be safe and healthy to witness how I torture those around you and make you suffer!”

After the lady blurted out her last comment, the call was hung up abruptly.

Madeline called back, but no one answered.

She could make out from the woman’s tone that she bore a grudge against her.

She tried to recall all the women she had made enemies out of but could not figure out who was it. That was because she had never heard that voice before, but again, that underhanded and cruel method seemed rather familiar.

Thinking back to the lady’s comment about Lillian’s life being in a critical phase sent chills down Madeline’s spine. Her heart was pumping erratically.

She called Jeremy while walking eagerly to the garage.

Jackson wanted to tag along but was worried he would add on to Madeline’s burden if he were to follow.

He thought for a moment and chose not to follow. As such, he could only look on as Madeline drove away.

Jeremy was guarding Lillian by the bedside. Suddenly, he received a call from Madeline. He glanced at the little kid who was sound asleep and sneaked out of the ward. He took out his phone, only to realize that Madeline had sent him a message two hours ago. He had not noticed it at all.

He closed the door of the ward and answered the call. “Linnie.”

“Jeremy, are you at the hospital? Did something happen to Lillian?” Madeline sounded anxious.

Jeremy figured that perhaps it was Fabian who told her everything about Lillian. He replied apologetically, “I’m sorry, Linnie. I didn’t do my best to protect our daughter.”

Madeline felt a pinch in her heart. She did not wish to pin the blame on him. Instead, she comforted him. “I know you’ve done your very best to protect Lillian. Don’t blame yourself. Wait for me, I’ll be there soon.”

After hanging up the call, Madeline sped up and hurried to the hospital.

After meeting up with Jeremy, she glanced at the bed where Lillian was lying unconscious.

Madeline rushed to the bedside and reached out to touch the little girl’s pale doll-like face. “Lillian.”

Heartbroken, she lowered her head and kissed the little face.

Jeremy stood at the end of the bed, feeling terrible and blaming himself even more.

He spun around to leave as he felt that he had lost his courage to face his little girl.

Madeline heard Jeremy’s footsteps that were leaving the scene and could guess what this man was thinking about currently.

She looked at the unconscious little girl, feeling anxious. Then, she left the ward.

After exiting the ward, Madeline did not see Jeremy around. Subconsciously, she walked down the corridor when suddenly, she heard something being smashed at the stairwell.

She felt her heart sink, and with all her might, she pushed the heavy door open. “Jeremy!”

Following the lights along the corridor, Madeline saw a man punching the wall.

She felt a sense of pain coursing through her heart. She sprinted over to where he was and stopped him. She held onto him tightly, saying, “What are you doing, Jeremy?! Don’t harm yourself like that!

Don’t!”

Jeremy frowned, his eyes growing red.

“I caused Lillian to suffer from a serious injury. All these years, what have I given to this child? I’m not worthy of being her father!” Jeremy blamed himself.