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

not an ordinary child. She’s the precious baby that’ll make you and Jeremy lose all

clearly understood the message Shirley had intended to

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

chuckled softly and displayed a look of

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

her fists,

and pressed her pink lips together

you

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

when she

of a feather indeed

“…”

looked Shirley in the

the reason you came here today is to strike at me, hurt me,