Madeline struggled to breathe, her face red as she forced a smile. “Slander? Jeremy, do you know what slander truly is?”

“Jeremy, when you were dreaming in the afternoon, did you not dream of our dead child? Has your consciousness never hurt for it?” Madeline looked at the man that had a conflicted expression.

“That child was not mine.” He said through clenched teeth, his eyes coldly gazing at Madeline, but there was a sliver of doubt in them.

Madeline laughed, her tears dropping on Jeremy’s hands.

Jeremy suddenly felt it was abnormally hot, burning him until he let go of Madeline’s throat. He uncomfortably avoided Madeline's case, starting the car.

“If you don’t want to die, then stop provoking me.”

Madeline inhaled deeply, not speaking again.

At least for the moment, she really did not want to die. She wanted to live until Meredith’s true face was revealed.

Madeline was forcefully brought to the hospital by Jeremy. Meredith was in the VIP ward, and Madeline could vaguely he