Chapter 1306
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Ryan stared at Madeline with displeasure for a few seconds before he suddenly yelled for a maid, âHave Doctor Brown get here, quick!â
The maid nodded and acknowledged, then frantically looked for Adam who was currently in the underground lab.
Upon entering the room, Adam was met with Madeline bleeding from her hands and legs as she sat on the corner of the bed. There was a large patch of blood on the mattress. The sight of it was bone-
chilling.
âDress her wounds.â Ryan pressed a hand on his forehead and left the room with an exasperated expression.
Adam immediately reached for his medical kit and frowned as he stared at Madeline who was mentally exhausted but also taut.
âI told you to stop acting so rashly, didnât I?â Adam deliberately lowered his voice and glanced at the door from the corners of his eyes. âWhy canât you and your husband just stop being so stubborn?â
Madelineâs gaze shifted as she looked at Adamâs indifferent expression. She did not know who this âhusbandâ of hers Adam was referring to.
Adam noticed the change in Madelineâs expression but did not react.
âKeep water away from your wounds. Youâre going to be the one suffering if they get infected.â
Ryan then appeared by the door just as he finished reminding Madeline.
Madeline looked wary as Ryan approached her. She wanted nothing more than to further distance herself from the man.
Yet Ryan continued to walk toward her and princess-carried her against her will.
âWhat are you doing? Let go of me, Ryan!â Madeline was terrified that the man would force himself on her again. She wanted to escape.
Ryan remained silent and carried Madeline to his room. He threw her onto the bed and turned to leave with a frosty look on his face.
Madeline ran after him on her tiptoes as her legs were bandaged, but Ryan had already locked the door.
âWhat do you want from me, Ryan? Donât you dare hurt my parents!â Madeline shouted with all her might from the other side of the door. Her heart was racing past the tempo of what it could sustain.
âDo you hear me, Ryan? Ryan Jones!â
Madeline called out his name but was not given any reply.
She leaned against the wall tiredly, her injured body sliding limply down the door.
Looking at the night view outside the window, Madeline felt her eyes grow wet.
âYour Linnie canât do this much longer, Jeremy.
âWonât you come and get me soon?â
In the study.
The more Ryan thought about it, the more pissed he felt. He had never expected Madeline to be so obdurate.
She would rather bleed than let him touch her.
Did he pale in comparison to Jeremy Whitman?
He scoffed at a sudden epiphany and took his phone next to the study desk. Scrolling, he looked for a specific number on the contact list and dialed it.
Jeremy was currently checking every piece of surveillance footage Ryanâs car had passed to pin the manâs last location when his phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at the display and was stunned for a moment in disbelief. He picked up the phone and was even more surprised to realize that it was a video call.
âRyan?â
âItâs me.â Ryanâs voice echoed over the line, and Jeremyâs screen then clearly showed Ryanâs sinister smile. âSurprised that I video called, arenât you? Thatâs because I have something nice here that Iâd like you to see.â