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?”

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

an ordinary child. She’s the precious baby

understood the message Shirley had intended to convey

Whitman? I came to visit this child with good intentions. I even brought her flowers. It’s fine if she doesn’t accept my kindness, but she didn’t even thank

and displayed a

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

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

her hands and pressed her

you

that. She then admitted nonchalantly, “Of course I know her. I don’t think there’s any harm in

when she heard

a feather indeed

“…”

Shirley

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