Her Brit, her daughter, her precious daughter.
In Eloise’s eyes, Madeline was just a cruel b*tch.
To Madeline, hearing those words was like a sharp knife, cruelly stabbing into her heart.
No one could see the wounds, but her heart had long since been riddled with wounds, blood pouring out everywhere.
Madeline withstood the intense pain as her hands trembled, forcing herself to calmly say, “Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery, I’ve never hurt Brittany, nor would I have killed her. You have to believe