Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1762

Eloise took notice, paying attention to the expression on Madeline’s face; her eyebrows on her delicate, graceful face were tightly furrowed.

Eloise felt her heart tightened for some reason. “Eveline…”

She looked at Madeline and quietly muttered this name.

When Madeline saw that Eloise had finally stopped, she was overjoyed.

“Mom, stop running. I can’t chase you any further.” Madeline, enduring the pain in her twisted ankle, smiled warmly at Eloise.

As she spoke, she supported herself with her arm, trying to stand up.

Jeremy hurriedly ran over from one side, just in time to see Madeline sitting in the middle of the road, trying to get up.

“Linnie.”

Without thinking, he ran toward Madeline’s position.

Coincidentally, at this moment, a huge truck was speeding out from a junction and heading toward them.

The truck driver, not expecting anyone to be sitting in the middle of the road, was driving at a high speed. When he saw the stationary Madeline, the driver honked furiously.

Madeline was doing her best to stand when she heard the truck’s honks. She only then noticed that a huge truck was speeding toward her from her side.

If she did not stand and get out of the way, it would run into her in mere seconds.

In this moment of life or death, Madeline  saw Eloise running toward her, and at the same time, an anxious scream followed. “Eveline…”

Although Eloise would also normally call her Eveline, this time, Madeline felt that something was different.

She was distracted, then she finally remembered her current situation.

“Stop!”

Eloise spoke with a commanding voice.

Madeline then heard the truck breaking urgently. She turned and saw the truck stopping

approximately two meters away from her and Jeremy. Meanwhile, Eloise was standing but centimetres away from the truck; head raised, chest puffed up, and arms wide open as she stopped the truck.

Madeline was shocked by Elois’s actions, and so too was Jeremy.

Madeline surveyed the scene before her, her back covered in a layer of cold sweat. She could not imagine what would happen if the truck did not stop in time.

She looked at Eloise’s unyielding figure, and the corners of her eyes turned hot against her volition.

“Mom.”