Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Chapter 1715

Madeline stood, on her guard, and turned toward her precious daughter who remained ignorant.

She did not want to deal with this uninvited guest in front of the young child, but she was extremely uncomfortable with stepping out of the room, leaving this child alone in the room.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared to see me, Mrs. Whitman?” Mockery could be heard in the woman’s voice. “Don’t worry. I’ve heard that your daughter has an incurable disease, so I specially came here to express my sympathy,” Shirley said as she strode in, handing a bouquet of powder blue baby breaths to Lillian.

Madeline had wanted to stop her, but she did not want to frighten the child with her aggressive actions. She could only watch as Shirley tried to worm her way into being friends with Lillian.

“Lillian, these flowers are for you. Do you like them? I’ve heard that powder blue baby’s breaths are your favorite flowers. You ought to admire them properly. You might not necessarily have the chance to receive such beautiful flowers next time.”

She handed the flowers over, but Lillian did not take them. Her pair of beautiful, lively, wide eyes merely stared silently at Shirley.

Madeline could not bear watching this any further. Shirley’s words were plainly cursing her.

“Shirley, if you still have an ounce of conscience left, you’d only come at my husband and me. Do you think it’s admirable to bully a little kid?”

held the bouquet and straightened her back. Seeing Madeline

an ordinary child. She’s the precious baby that’ll make you and Jeremy lose all

Madeline clearly understood the message Shirley had intended to convey

this child with good intentions. I even brought her flowers. It’s fine if

chuckled softly and displayed

mute. It’s because that woman, Lana, had scared your

her fists, but she

hands and pressed her pink lips together into a faint

so you know

I know her. I don’t think there’s any harm in telling you

was unfazed when

feather indeed flock

“…”

looked Shirley in

at me, hurt me, and make me suffer, then I’ll tell