Chapter 73

Madeleine stood under the headlights of several cars, squinting because of the brightness. She was backing away, her hand inside her sleeve clutching a fruit knife, trembling. She wanted to run, but her legs felt too heavy, not responding to her will. She couldn't run. In truth, she could have called Alex. But she chose not to. She didn't want to bother Alex anymore. "Madeleine, you're quite capable," Clinton's eyes were filled with disappointment, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Who knew Alex would hold a soft spot for a woman like you who has been with many men." Madeleine numbly moved backwards, striving not to care for Clinton's sarcastic words. "Madeleine, like I said, go far away," Matthew lit a cigarette, leaning on the car, observing the situation coldly. Clinton took step by step towards Madeleine. Madeleine felt as if her whole body was plunging into an ice pit. "To bring Charlotte into the police station, I've underestimated you." Clinton said, sarcastically laughing. He re