A sharp pain stemmed from the wound and started to spread.

Jeremy glanced at the bleeding wound, unmoving. His head was filled with Madeline’s cold and resolute eyes and words. His gaze gradually changed.

‘Linnie, you really don’t love me anymore.

‘You don’t love me anymore.

‘You hate me now.

‘You even hate me so much that you don’t want to see me in this world again.’

Jeremy gripped the steering wheel tightly, blue veins popping on the back of his fair hands.

Seeing the men rushing towar