Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 619

Madeline had just gotten through the doors when Karen decided to unleash her fury.

Calmly, she shot her a sharp gaze. “What are you even saying?”

“Stop pretending, Madeline!” Karen pressed the bleeding wound on her forehead. “You were the one who hit me just now!”

Madeline glanced at Karen’s forehead and frowned slightly when she caught sight of her bleeding wound. She replied, “I suggest you make a trip to the hospital immediately since something’s wrong with your head. Don’t just start framing people left and right.”

She flung Karen’s hand off and walked toward the old master who had left his room.

“You…” Karen’s expression paled. Reaching out to grab Madeline, she felt her head throb dizzily.

“I’m here, Aunty Karen!” Yvonne ran in, pretending to have just arrived. Seeing Karen’s situation, she quickly ran over with a frantic expression to help her. “What happened to your head, Aunty Karen? Why are you bleeding so much?”

“What do you mean bleeding? Ah… Blood!” Only then did Karen realize the intensity of her wound. The flowing blood had her face losing more of its color.

“What’s happening?” Winston returned as well, meeting a bloodied Karen right as he entered the house. He immediately went to check up on her. “What’s with all this blood? Quick, we’ve got to get you to the hospital!”

woman!” Karen’s tone was weak, but her expression was fierce when she clenched her jaw

Karen point fingers at Madeline. He denied it in displeasure.

at Jeremy’s strong

was frustrated and indignant. “I am your mother, Jeremy! Instead of believing me, how could you opt to believe the b*tch

as his expression grew cold. “Go to the hospital and get someone to look at

of Jeremy defending Madeline, she was also

right, Aunty Karen. Let’s go to the hospital first, alright? Let’s cool down a bit first.” Yvonne agreed to Jeremy’s words and helped

around, Old Master Whitman began to whimper distressingly

unwell, while Yvonne glared

tell them

speaking until the day

internally, sparing a glance at the flowerbed as she

would find the jewelry box and

thought to herself as her lips

watched Yvonne leave so easily.

looking in the direction

few drops of blood on the floor, probably from Karen’s