Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1006

Chapter 1006

Jeremy gulped. Giving Madeline up, he forced himself to turn around.

He used the day to spend time with the children.

Lillian still called him ‘Mister’, but it was good enough for him.

The sky darkened, and Madeline returned.

Jeremy placed the newly signed divorce papers in front of her and felt dizziness wash over him.

Assuming it was the slow-acting poison Lana talked about, he suppressed his reaction to it and gave Madeline a gentle, small smile.

“I don’t want you to suffer anymore, Linnie,” he stated gently, “Having gone through so much, I’ve come to understand that true love doesn’t mean possession. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. That’s enough for me.”

Hearing her son, Karen asked worriedly, “What are you saying, Jeremy? Are you actually breaking up with Eveline?”

She asked, but Jeremy did not answer.

Karen then walked to stand beside Madeline. “Mom has done so many horrible things to you before, Eveline. Yet you’ve forgiven me despite my horrendous acts. Will you not forgive Jeremy this time?

“Yes, he made a mistake, Eveline, but he lost his memory and was under Lana’s control. That evil woman—”

“Even if Linnie forgives me, I still can’t forgive myself,” Jeremy interrupted Karen.

Staring at the divorce papers, Madeline took the pen and signed her name at the bottom.

Karen sighed hopelessly as she watched.

Jeremy’s heart fell into the void as frost began to shroud his entire being.

Soon after, he arrived at the police station and claimed that he was the one who set fire to Montgomery Manor.

The chief superintendent recognized him and thought that Jeremy was joking when he confessed.

“Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery were your parents-in-law, Mr. Whitman. How is it possible that you killed them? Plus, our investigations have already shown that the fire was an accident and not arson.”

The superintendent stressed, refusing to accept Jeremy’s confession.

Jeremy had always been an aloof man who hated repeating himself, especially when his mind was still in a daze.

Thinking that it might be the slow-acting poison, Jeremy went to the hospital.

He had not planned to care about it, for the two lives he took were more than enough for a death sentence. He did not care if he was sick, but the police station refused to put him behind bars.

As such, he went to the hospital and did a blood test. While he waited for the results, he found a familiar figure flash before his eyes.