Carter was always a confident and proud man. However, at this moment, looking into Madeline’s eyes suddenly, he was at a loss at what to do.

Camille, who seemed to have noticed Carter’s discomfort, walked over.

“Mrs. Whitman, you can just ask anything you want.”

“I don’t think you’d be able to provide me the answer to my question, Mrs. Gray,” Madeline said before she looked into Carter’s eyes again.

“Carter, it wasn’t a coincidence when you saved me at sea the other time, right?”

Carter had never expected Madeline to ask this question.

He did not know if Madeline had caught on to something, but there was an incisiveness and edge in her gaze that Carter could not hide from.

“Carter, you hesitated.”

Even though it had only been two or three seconds, these seconds were enough for Madeline to confirm her suspicions.

At one side, Camille frowned in confusion. “Mrs. Whitman, you had an accident at sea back then and Carter saved you by chance. Why do you think it wasn’t? Could Carter