Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245

Immediately, Jeremy saw a column of professionally analyzed data. He hastily glanced through it and scrolled directly to the end of the email.

After seeing the results, his breath froze for a second.

The doubts, expectations, and any traces of ridiculous hopes from the bottom of his heart turned into nothing in an instant.

The report clearly stated that he was not Lillian’s biological father.

However, their chromosomes were identical, and there was only one reason why they were identical. It was because Lillian was really Felipe’s biological daughter, which was why his DNA and Lillian’s DNA showed a kinship.

The phone slipped from Jeremy’s fingers unbeknownst to him.

The glow from the sunset scattered on his emotionless face. Jeremy eventually lifted the corners of his lips after a long while and let out a low laugh.

‘It turns out that there are indeed people who look so similar in this world.

‘The actual fact is, you’ve left me.’

His heart started aching as he recalled the loss from three years ago. Those feelings of regret and loss would be forever irreparable. He would never be able to sleep peacefully ever again.

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Madeline was sure that Jeremy would not suspect her again, so she focused all of her time and energy on preparing the dinner party that was to be held two days later.

The most luxurious hotel in Glendale was without a doubt the six-star hotel that was owned by Whitman Corporation. Madeline had reserved the place beforehand. When she was about to go sign the contract, she saw Meredith walking to her shop the moment she stepped out of the door.

She looked down. Her usual vulnerable and pretty face was covered in sadness. She did not look as aggressive as she was after tearing away her hypocritical mask.

When she saw Madeline, Meredith quickly walked over to her. “Miss Quinn, I wonder if I can occupy some of your time? I need to talk to you.”

Madeline looked at the hypocritical woman in front of her, peering at her in disdain. “There’s nothing to talk about between us, Miss Crawford.”

She walked away after she said that.

“Vera, I’m begging you.”