Chapter 1464
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
The words on the card were simple and explained two situations to them.
[Ryanâs dead.
[His ashes are in the urn.]
âNo, how is this possible? How is Rye dead just like this? How can this be Ryeâs ashes?â
Mrs. Jonesâ face was as white as paper while her eyes were filled with terror. âNo! Who brought this here? Why are they pranking us like this?â
She questioned the maid emotionally. The maid was also taken aback.
âYoung Master is dead?
âAnd his ashes are in the urn?â
Mr. Jones took the card and froze where he was, absent-minded and astonished.
He did not want to believe this. However, it had been such a long time since they could contact Ryan, so he needed to accept the possibility that Ryan might truly be dead.
After Madeline left Jones Manor, she walked alone for a very long distance.
She was extremely distracted. She had no idea when the sky turned dark and she also had no idea when it started to drizzle.
Madeline continued walking forward like this. From time to time, she would grab her scarf as she was worried that the scarf and mask would fall.
Perhaps everyone would be scared by her current face. She did not dare to stand in front of her children. Her children were still young and they would not be able to handle seeing her hideous face now.
What she saw by the road just now was occupying her brain right now.
Jeremy and that imposter had strolled down the street with the children.
She felt as if a sharp knife had penetrated through her heart. She turned the ring on her ring finger lightly as her heart plunged into a bottomless abyss.
âJeremy, have you always been with that woman during this period?
âDo you hold her to sleep every night?â
Madeline could not help but let her imagination run wild. She wandered aimlessly across the crosswalk when suddenly, she saw a lot of people gathering in front of her.
She wanted to experience the lively atmosphere to dispel the haze and darkness in her heart, but unexpectedly, what she saw in front of her hurt her eyes and heart.
She saw Jeremy holding a bunch of fiery red roses and handing them to the woman who was impersonating her. That woman shyly accepted it. She indeed looked like her in every frown and every smile.
She looked like her indeed.
She looked almost the same as her.
âIsnât that Glendaleâs young master, Mr. Whitman?â
âYeah, itâs him. I heard that he hated the woman the old master forced him to marry back then. Now, I guess itâs just a rumor.â
âIt seems that today is their anniversary. Mr. Whitman even prepared a surprise for his wife.â
âTsk, I guess the saying is correct. You can tell whether a man loves a woman from his eyes. Look at the way Mr. Whitman looks at Eveline. Youâll only get that twinkle if you truly love someone.â
Madeline could hear all kinds of envious and lamenting words next to her ears, and all of them were like sharp knives to her heart when they glided into her ears.
Madeline looked at the man who was not far away. There was indeed a twinkle in his eyes and that was the true expression of real love.
Her body went cold. She felt the drizzle getting heavier, but she stayed until the crowd had dispersed.
Now, she was the only person watching.
In the rain at night, she saw Jeremy holding the umbrella for that woman. They were walking in her direction side by side.
Madeline stood motionlessly in the rain as she watched Jeremy walking toward her step by step. Then, Jeremy quickly noticed Madeline who was standing motionlessly in the rain.
He lifted his charming and narrow eyes as his intense gaze landed on Madelineâs body uncontrollably.
The moment their eyes met, Jeremy abruptly stopped in his tracks.