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?”

her back. Seeing Madeline enraged, Shirley’s smile further

ordinary child. She’s the precious

smiled knowingly. Madeline clearly understood the message Shirley had intended to convey

your children, Mrs. Whitman? I came to visit this child with good intentions. I even brought her flowers. It’s

then chuckled softly and

could I forget? Your precious daughter is mute. It’s because

this, she clenched her fists, but she had to control her

hands and pressed her

so you know

freeze momentarily upon hearing that. She then admitted nonchalantly, “Of course I know her. I don’t think there’s any harm in telling you now. I was the one who developed the poison that’s still in Jeremy’s

when she heard

a feather indeed flock

“…”

looked Shirley in the

to strike at me, hurt me,