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Married by Mistake Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife [Sixteenth Child] Chapter 91

“I’ll send you back.”

“…” Madeline was shocked.

While surprise was blown wide on Meredith’s features and she began to plead coquettishly. “But you promised to go shopping with me, Jeremy.”

“You can wait for me here first.” Jeremy walked over to Madeline without even sparing Meredith a glance. “Let’s go.”

“It’s alright. I can go back myself.” Madeline quickly rejected him. She had no idea what Jeremy was playing at, but she did not like the atmosphere it came with.

“Is there someone else you’d prefer to send you back, if not this husband of yours? Perhaps another Mr. Whitman?” Jeremy’s gaze bored into her, the words left unsaid reaching her anyway.

Not wanting to fight anymore, Madeline stopped protesting and let Jeremy send her back.

Madeline could not help the joy then ran through her when she turned to find Meredith’s indignantly puffed cheeks about to explode.

Jeremy took the guise of sending her back as an opportunity to warn Madeline.

“Don’t let me see you getting close and touchy with Felipe again,” His voice rang out, devoid of warmth.

“Why?” Madeline blinked innocently at Jeremy, her voice saccharine-sweet when she spoke, “You are my husband, yet you seem to have no qualms hugging and getting chummy with other girls on the street. So why can’t I even have dinner with the opposite sex?”

Jeremy paused, almost like he was surprised by Madeline’s reaction.

He stared at her. With the faint makeup dusting on her exquisite and small face coupled with glistening eyes that shimmered under the light, Madeline looked intelligent and innocent.

His mind blanked for two whole seconds before Jeremy got ahold of himself and what pretense of warmth he had in his expression vanished. With a tinge of anger in his actions, he reached out to clutch her by the chin. “So is this how you seduced Felipe? By putting on an innocent and pitiful look?”

Madeline smiled through the pain. “Whatever floats your boat, Mr. Whitman.’

“Madeline!” Jeremy exploded in anger, the fury in his eyes burning hot enough to cremate Madeline.

Thinking about how he was about to punish her, Madeline had not expected him to bend down and bite hard on her neck.

Chupse.

It hurt and Madeline tried to push Jeremy away, only to realize that he had her pressed firmly against the wall.

A good few seconds later, he let her go.

It was supposed to be a cold winter, yet Madeline felt hot and her cheeks burning.

Jeremy pulled her scarf off, leaving the bright red mark on her neck available for all to see.

Proud and satisfied with his work, he pulled a frantic Madeline into his chest.

“You’re not allowed to buy scarves anymore.”

He warned, his tone leaving no room for protest.

Madeline was at a loss. “What do you want from me, Jeremy?”

Jeremy’s charming features chuckled evilly in the reflection of her dark eyes. “Weren’t you praying to be mine? Why can’t I kiss you, I’m your husband, right?”

“…” Madeline flushed bright red, unable to refute.

Indeed, they were technically husband and wife.

“I’m going to the company!” Madeline struggled against his hold. “The love of your life is still waiting for you, go to her.”

Instead of letting her go, Jeremy pulled Meredith closer toward him. His hot breath fanning against the shell of her ear. “Why are you so adamant about pushing me away to another woman? I thought you told me you loved me. Or is this just how you show love?”

Madeline’s heart thumped in her ears. Right as she thought she was about to go crazy, Jeremy let go of her.

Frantically, Madeline began to straighten out her clothes. Turning around, she found Felipe Whitman, staring at them from the doors of the restaurant.

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Madeline felt her racing heart calm immediately and the heat leave, her blood cold in her veins.

Haha.

To think that she had actually thought that he was jealous. What ludicrousness.

When it was merely just him being a possessive alpha male, asserting his dominance.

She was merely a prop in his play.

Madeline smiled mirthlessly, as she felt Jeremy approach from behind. “I shall leave my wife in your hands, Uncle Felipe. Thank you in advance for looking after her,” He thanked Felipe.

Felipe smiled gentlemanly. “Of course.”

…

While Madeline had not bought another scarf, she did buy a band-aid to cover up the red mark Jeremy left on her.

She sat down and began to work. Not long after, she began to receive angry texts from numerous unknown numbers. All of them scolding her about how shameless she was to seduce Jeremy.

It was almost too easy to guess who the culprit behind was when no one else but Meredith would send her such texts.

To warrant such a reaction from Meredith, Madeline knew that she must have also seen Jeremy holding her by the corner of the wall.

Ignoring the malicious texts, she continued to work.

After another while, servants of the Whitmans called her over for dinner.

Madeline had decided to visit Old Master Whitman anyway since he had not been doing so well as of late.

Clocking out, Madeline made a stop to buy the Old Master’s favorite muffins before taking the bus to the Whitman Manor.

Entering through the doors, he was met with the sight of Meredith eating fruits lazily on the sofa. Next to her laid Jackson, asleep with his head on a bolster.

The sight of the child had Madeline’s heart clenching uncontrollably.

The pain always a prerequisite to the memory of the night her labor was induced and the child she had never gotten the chance to see.

“Hello.”

Meredith showed no surprise at the sight of Madeline.

Ignoring her, Madeline continued to walk into the house. Approaching the stairs to look for the Old Master, she heard Meredith’s dark voice sound from behind. “The old f*ck isn’t here.”

Madeline turned sharply at Meredith’s words.

“That’s still Jeremy’s grandfather, Meredith. How could you refer to him like that? What if the Whitmans hear you?”

“Hmph.” Meredith snorted and spared Madeline a disdainful glance. “What’s wrong with me calling him an old f*ck if that’s what he is? Why, does it hurt you?”

“Meredith…”

“I would have been Mrs. Whitman long ago had it not been for that old man. Well, I suppose it’s not too bad now that he’s been sent to the hospital thanks to his heart attacks.”

“Wait, Grandfather had a heart attack and got sent to the hospital?”

Madeline felt her heart sink as unease settled in the pit of her abdomen.

“Which hospital is he at, Meredith?”

“Pfft.” Meredith chuckled coldly. “Who are you to know about that? Who do you think you are?”

Tossing the fruit knife in her hand, she marched ferociously toward Madeline.

“Look at you, Madeline, broke and stinky. Who are you to steal my man? You think just because Jeremy did what he did today because he likes you? You’re just a toy in his eyes!”

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Arrogantly, Meredith lifted her head to glare at Madeline. Her anger must have been driven by the humiliation of Jeremy’s actions this afternoon.

Madeline chuckled lightly. “Then why are you angry if you’re so sure that he only kissed me for fun? Why spend so much money to have people send me those texts?”

“You…” Words formed lumps at Meredith’s throat, unable to be said.

It dawned on Madeline. “That’s why you had the Whitman servants call me? What did you call me here for?”

“Important business obviously.” Meredith’s smile turned sinister as she suddenly grabbed Madeline by her wrist, her eyes harsh and fierce. “Why won’t you get lost already, Madeline? How many times must I remind you that Jeremy is mine? You should know by now what happens when you steal my man.

“Did you forget why you went to prison? Did you forget how Jeremy killed the illegitimate child in your stomach to console me? Did you forget how your mentally ill grandfather died?”

Meredith’s smile grew demonic before Madeline’s eyes.

Staring at Meredith’s wretched expression, Madeline’s mind supplied her with scene after scene of torturous imagery. Especially at the mention of Grandfather’s death.

“You were the one….” Blood rushed to Madeline’s head. “Meredith, you killed Grandfather…”

“It’s not my fault he found out something he shouldn’t.” Meredith lowered her voice, an evil look swimming in her dark eyes.

Madeline shivered. Right as she was about to counter the other, Meredith pushed her back.

Taken by surprise, Madeline staggered backward only to realize that Meredith had walked back and picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table.

Madeline thought that Meredith would be coming after her, but she was shocked to find Meredith point the blade of the knife at Jackson who laid asleep on the sofa.

Madeline’s heart raced. “What are you doing, Meredith?!” She yelled, her heart thumping inexplicably hard in her chest.

“Hmph. I’d like to see how you’re gonna get out of this, Madeline!” Staring at Madeline as she spoke, Meredith suddenly raised the fruit knife and cut Jackson’s face!

“Stop!”

“Ah!”

Both Madeline’s protest and Jackson’s yell of agony rang out at the almost same time.

little cheeks marred with a long wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to leak out of

prey on their young. How could Meredith do such

into her hands. Then she used both her hands to grab Madeline’s right and began to wail, all while holding Madeline tight

did you have to hurt my son?

from the top of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with how loud

Meredith’s plan

Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious

walked through the doors just as she began to

shake. “Jeremy! Madeline

so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the fruit knife and Jackson whose face was

from her face as she stared at the man

gaze froze her before she

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

kicked her hard

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table as she fell onto the floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet with difficulty, she was slapped again by Mrs. Whitman before she could even stabilize

make your life a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman

as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on impact and blood began to leak from

spots appeared in her vision and her mind

Madeline have to come after me all

swept over Madeline again before he

he

promise that solidified Madeline’s

to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her own son’s face just to frame her, but that was the

evil must one be to do such a merciless

angelic appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had Madeline’s chest

she followed them to the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the wound on her forehead,

a nurse rush out

tugged on the nurse, tears streaming off her face. “How is my

is the least of the problems now. The child’s lost a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the

I’ll do it! You can take all my blood if it means you’ll

Haha.

laugh at the

how fake

fake act turned into

over to Meredith.

anything happen to our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes and followed the nurse

later. “The doctor said no, Jeremy. I can’t give my blood when I’m still on

wail,

we do, Jeremy? What if our baby dies? How could Madeline be so

Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the space

clenched and she turned to the blood donation

Meredith’s, the rare RhAB blood type, she should be able to donate for

quick inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial concern

500c.c worth of her

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turned to leave only to

just donated her blood to my son?

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself in

to know that it was her blood, but

jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s

corner, she watched Jeremy’s figure leave and vanish from sight, just as Madeline’s consciousness began to give. It was already the following day when she woke. Her legs cramping from her position as she stood with a hand

was still present and the

her weight on the wall, she found Meredith on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she was

stepped back,

where she

eyesore. He should’ve died two years ago! The only reason

was shocked by the words out of

even the words

son. How could she be so

That was inhumane!

of anger, Madeline walked out

see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why are you

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

hand to slap it across

open, how can you

dark and wretched look glossed over Meredith’s features. “You b*tch! How could you hit

suddenly held back by a unique notification

going to make you pay for slapping me, Madeline. I’ll make your life

something and she was right. She watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess it up, then fall back onto the corridor

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing away

gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in time

the floor, her clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy

fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please,

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arms in terror,

same old trick but

looks, but she still could not get used to the murderous

loved deeply. Yet, it no longer held the

as Jeremy was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like eyes pierced Madeline,.”Ma. De.

his teeth as he spat out these three syllables, each with an engulfing

travel from the soles of her feet through her whole body. It was

a child, but the child had died during her imprisonment. Since she’s also been a mother, why can’t she understand a mother’s feelings?” she said whilst looking

Do you want your child

the murdered child, Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and her feeble body

collar and slapped

and my child! Why were you not

hurts!” Meredith screamed

suddenly and Jeremy did not expect that Madeline

force to finally push

her. The immediate

still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl as it plunged into Meredith’s

hurting physically and mentally. She also had no more energy to explain and so turned away amidst the curses

from where the tumor was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one, a black car stopped in

car door opened and out came a large man who

you doing? Let go

the pain in her body became more and

and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as

wearing a black coat, looking cold

snatched it away, and

Madeline? When you hurt my son with a

voice. Flicking his palm

area of the tumor hurt so bad that it

and the car

severe pain whilst she looked at the

won’t believe what I say, but I will

“Shut up!”

terrifying and malicious

say one more word and I will throw you out

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out the window. The sky was overcast

that seemed to be gradually familiar, Madeline’s

out of the car freely while Madeline was dragged

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes

you

back, but the

had been dragged to the grave she had built for her grandfather and the dead child. She no longer had the strength to

was. She took

in front of her, noble and cold,

here?” Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was

warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender

experience for a moment, a

“What?”

falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance in her

suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

immediately heard the sounds of chiseling a stone wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing the grave with stone

a “boom” in Madeline’s

“No! Stop it!”

wanted to run to stop them, but Jeremy grabbed

smash it! Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears

lightly. “Now you know fear? Why

I never hurt your son!

long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over

The grave was quickly broken open and two urns,

anymore. Her eyes

my fault! You can vent your anger at me, just don’t touch my daughter and

bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy,

out and took the urn containing a

the ashes in his hand in a daze. Her face was as white as paper, and

this is

child,

ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly

Crash!

glass shattered and the

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snapped instantly like a puppet without strings, losing all

seemed to have turned dark all of a sudden and the intense

“No!”

were gradually washed

her trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried to collect the remaining

blood flowing out of her palms, and then it

that, her only glimmer of hope was completely

miserably, her red and wet eyes staring at