Old Master Whitman’s tone was calm. He had undoubtedly determined that the person in front of him was Madeline. He was obviously confident.
Madeline was a little surprised, but she stayed composed. “Grandpa, you’ll live a long life. Also, I really am not Madeline.”
Old Master Whitman smiled meaningfully, but his gray eyebrows were furrowed helplessly in a frown. “Madeline, are you asking me, this old man, to not die in peace?”
“…” Madeline was speechless for a moment.
“They told me that you