Madeline raised her eyebrows, the ice cream in her mouth seemingly tasting bland and tasteless.

Even if her current mental state was not normal, she still understood what was being said.

At that moment, the kind and gentle face of Old Master Whitman appeared in her mind reflexively.

“You're talking nonsense. Grandpa is not that kind of person.” Madeline defended Old Master Whitman without hesitation.

“I have evidence,” Ryan retorted coldly.

Madeline seemed to be taken aback. She fell silent and then she heard Ryan say, “My grandfather and Jeremy's grandfather were very good friends back then. My grandfather trusted that old fart way too much and that’s why he had to suffer a miserable death in the end.”

Ryan still wanted to say something, but he felt that Madeline might not understand him.

He sighed and chuckled as if he was talking to himself. “I think you’ve already experienced the feeling of being betrayed by a good friend of yours, right?”

He seemed to be asking Madeline. “