Madeline was certain that Jeremy knew for sure that he was the Mr. Whitman that she was referring to.

She thought that he would show some empathy and remorse toward that incident, but all she heard was the sound of his disdainful scoff.

“Madeline, you’re still adamant on attaching that bastard to my namesake till today. I’ll tell you once again that I, Jeremy Whitman, only have one biological son, and he is Jackson Whitman,” he said.

After he finished talking with a cold smile on his face, he let go of the hand he was using to hold Madeline in place.

“I’m hungry, go get a bowl of porridge for me,” he said.

Madeline clenched both her fists tightly. Looking at the cold, merciless man before her, she said in a dull tone, “I didn’t make enough for you, Mr. Whitman. The portion here is small, please go back.”

“Madeline Crawford, is this the attitude you’re going to have while talking to me?” Jeremy asked, his brows furrowing slightly. It was evident that he was displeased.

Madel