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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.

felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to leak out of the long

not believe Meredith’s actions. Not even tigers would prey on their young. How could Meredith do such a

to be held back by Meredith who shoved the fruit knife into her hands. Then she used both her hands to grab Madeline’s right and began to wail, all while

did you have to hurt my son? Hurt me instead, leave my son

her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with how loud

this was Meredith’s plan

Whitman exclaimed in shock,

just

Meredith began to cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried to

he walked into the house had been a complaint about how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the fruit knife and

drained from her face as she stared at

gaze froze her before she could finish explaining herself.

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

her hard

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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

woman! I’ll make your life a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman warned

was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead

appeared in her vision and her mind

Why does Madeline have to come after me all the

and terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around to carry a pale

comforted Meredith as he marched out. “Don’t

Meredith, a promise that solidified

the pain and stood. Her heart shook as she watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her own son’s face just to frame

must one be to do

of Jackson’s angelic appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had

followed them to the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the

she watched a nurse rush out of

face. “How is my son, nurse? Will his

The child’s lost a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the hospital doesn’t have blood packets that fit your

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

Haha.

laugh

how fake

very fake act turned into

walked over to

won’t let anything happen to our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes and followed the nurse

doctor said no, Jeremy. I can’t give my blood when I’m

to wail, clutching Jeremy

Jeremy? What if our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she

bloom in the space

turned to the blood donation center without sparing them another

the rare RhAB blood type,

inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial

of her blood, leaving her body too exhausted to

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turned to leave only to have Jeremy’s

her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

reply, Madeline hid herself in

it disgusting to know that it was

her jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s

Curling into herself by the 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

still present and the

the phone, approaching

immediately stepped back, hiding

to step up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she came from but I hate it. She should’ve just let the thing die, then Jeremy definitely would not go

a damn eyesore. He should’ve died two years ago! The only reason he’s still alive

shocked by the words

the

so fickle with her biological son’s life

That was inhumane!

of anger, Madeline

and her expression shifted immediately.

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

Madeline raised a hand to slap it across

tigers prey on their young! Yet you? Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could a

glossed over Meredith’s features. “You b*tch! How could

claws to pounce on Madeline, Meredith was suddenly held back by a unique notification on her phone. Reading

pay for slapping me, Madeline. I’ll

watched as Meredith undid

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled,

importantly, Jeremy arrived in time

hair a mess like

don’t want anything else, Jeremy. I just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please, Madeline. I’m begging

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threw herself into Jeremy’s arms in terror, vividly creating the

old trick but still, he

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

she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer

Jeremy was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like

his teeth as he spat out

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

had been pregnant with a child, but the child had died during her

want your child and your

her grandfather and the murdered child, Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and her feeble body suddenly rushed towards Meredith with all her

Meredith’s collar and slapped her

child! Why were you not the

my face hurts!” Meredith screamed again and

Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush

force to finally push Madeline away and protect

behind her. The immediate pain was so

glanced at Madeline. That

more energy to explain and so turned

out the painkillers from

out came a

doing?

hard and the pain in her body became more and

and Madeline saw

a black coat, looking

the medicine bottle in Meredith’s hand, Jeremy snatched it away, and

my son with a knife

voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the painkillers

The area of the tumor hurt so

car quickly

her but she endured the severe pain

I say, but I will still say it. I didn’t hurt your son, it was

“Shut up!”

angrily, his terrifying and malicious

I will

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glanced out the window. The sky was overcast as if it was going to

sections of road that seemed to be gradually

the car freely while

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes

did you bring me

facing Jeremy’s back, but

she had built for her grandfather and the dead child. She no longer

where the tumor was. She took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and

in front of her, noble and cold, his

gritting her teeth, her vision

his warm fingers. A

for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

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

ordered,

turned her head abruptly and saw

was a “boom” in

“No! Stop it!”

to run to

Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly from

lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were you not afraid when you

your son! Tell them to

to be covered over with salt in this split

he did not ask anyone to stop. The grave was quickly broken open and two urns, one large and one small, were dug

breathe anymore. Her eyes were blurry and

don’t! Alright, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have hurt your son and Meredith. It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger at me, just

at Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy, even

look at her. He reached out and took the urn containing a small pile of

daze. Her face was as white as paper, and she was clutching at

this is

only have one child, and his name

of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened

Crash!

and the ashes were

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a puppet without strings, losing all

all of a sudden and

“No!”

rushed towards the ashes that were gradually washed

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

out of her palms, and then it melted away in

only glimmer of hope

red and wet eyes staring at