Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 1854

When she wanted to continue asking, she saw Jeremy snatching the vial out of Shirley’s hand and quickly running toward the house.

Karen, worried about Madeline’s safety, was not in the mood to ask any questions, so she merely

glared at Shirley and swiftly followed Jeremy.

After Shirley saw Jeremy turning around to leave, she finally let go of the pretense of calmness that she had been striving to maintain.

Her pain was already so debilitating that she could not endure it anymore. She also knew that further physical and mental pain which awaited her would soon follow.

However, that was no longer important.

Presently, she only saw the blaze that devoured everything before her.

Jeremy, holding the anti-toxoid test reagent in his hands, ran straight into the house.

At the sight of Jeremy, Jackson ran gleefully toward him. “Daddy, you’re back! ”

When Jeremy saw his son running toward him cheerfully, he merely responded by lifting his lips into a smile briefly, then with a serious expression, Jeremy walked toward Madeline who was lying on the sofa.

Jackson, being a sensible child, was not saddened by this; he followed behind Jeremy obediently instead.

Jeremy opened anti-toxoid the test reagent, eyed the icy blue liquid, then fell into a moment of daze.

“Jeremy, what’s wrong with Eveline? Is she sick?” Concerned, Eloise was squatting by the sofa.

She held Madeline’s cold hands. The hands were so cold that they felt unlike the body temperature of the average person.

Jeremy lowered his eyes and looked at Madeline who had been asleep for days. Her soft eyebrows and her expression in her serene slumber were certainly beautiful.

However, he could not allow her to turn into a true sleeping beauty.

“Mom, don’t worry. Linnie will wake up tomorrow.”

Jeremy promised, then quickly drew the icy blue liquid into the syringe.

He called Cathy again, but he got a voice recording saying that her phone was turned off.

Jeremy faintly felt that something was amiss; an uneasy feeling surged in his heart.

He remembered what Shirley had said when he tried to call Adam at the gates earlier.

“Your calls won’t get through to his phone.”

Jeremy frowned and quickly turned to run downstairs.

He held an umbrella and quickly went back to the gates. He spotted Shirley sitting in the wheelchair under the rain. Her face was as white as a sheet, and she looked like she was in excruciating pain.

Jeremy might not feel any pity for this woman, but he cared about Adam and Cathy.

“Shirley, why can’t I call Adam and Cathy? Did something happen to them?”