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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

prey on their

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

Why did you have to hurt my

of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache

this was Meredith’s plan all

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

doors just as she began to rage

and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried to

when 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 Jackson whose face was soaked with blood. Instantly, his

blood drained from her face as she stared

she could finish explaining herself. “You

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

hard enough to

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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

your life a living hell if anything happens to my

on her feet, Madeline found herself falling to the floor again as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table.

appeared in her vision

come after me

again

baby will be fine.” Jeremy comforted Meredith as he marched out. “Don’t worry,

Meredith, a promise that solidified Madeline’s impending

turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her

evil must one be to do such a merciless

cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had Madeline’s chest tightening

hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the wound on her forehead, she immediately went

watched a nurse

face. “How is my son, nurse? Will his face

we need

she rushed to interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take all my blood if

Haha.

help but laugh at the scene before

how

turned into something magnificent in

he walked over to

Jeremy!” Meredith looked

run out not a minute later. “The doctor said no, Jeremy. I can’t give my blood when I’m

wail, clutching

do we do, Jeremy? What if our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she just hurt me? Why

Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the space between

turned to the blood donation

that her blood type was just like Meredith’s, the rare RhAB blood type, she

off her initial concern about the situation of her body posing

Madeline donated Jackson 500c.c worth of her blood,

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to leave only to

donated her blood to my son?

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

Madeline hid herself

disgusting to know that it

corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow

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 braced

still present and the wound on her

found Meredith on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase,

immediately stepped back, hiding

tone drifted over. “Hmph. So some woman just happened to step up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she

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

by the words

the words of

still hers and Jeremy’s son. How could she be so fickle with her biological son’s life just to make

That was inhumane!

the fumes of anger, Madeline walked out

her expression shifted immediately. “Why are you here,

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

to

own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could a woman

wretched look glossed over Meredith’s

Madeline, Meredith was suddenly held back by a unique notification on her phone. Reading its display, Meredith

you pay for slapping me, Madeline.

that Meredith was about to try something and she was right. She watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess it up, then fall

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled,

began to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in

her clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy quickly rushed over to

and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in

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

old trick but still,

accustomed to these looks, but

her mind, it was a face that she loved deeply.

Meredith, his cold, blade-like eyes pierced

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

the soles of her feet through

so cruel? She told me that she herself had been pregnant with a

want your child and your grandfather

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

pulled up Meredith’s collar and slapped her

dare mention my grandfather and my child! Why were you not the one who died, Meredith!

hurts!” Meredith screamed

did not expect that Madeline would suddenly

force to finally push Madeline away

The immediate pain was so much so that she could not straighten

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

physically and mentally. She also had no more energy to explain and so turned away

where the tumor was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from her

came a large man who grabbed

you doing? Let go of

her body

stuffed her into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as soon as she looked

looking cold and abstinent, so

in Meredith’s hand, Jeremy snatched it away, and seeing that

know pain as well don’t you, Madeline? When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have you ever thought that they would

asked in a cold voice. Flicking his palm

face turned pale. The area of the tumor hurt so bad that it made it hard for her

and the car quickly

but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a

won’t believe what I say, but I will still say it. I

“Shut up!”

his terrifying and

word and I will

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forced to shut her mouth. She glanced out the window. The

seemed

got out of the car freely while Madeline was dragged out

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen in

you bring

back, but the man

and the dead child. She no longer had the strength to stand, and

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

and

asked, gritting her teeth, her vision

and pinched Madeline’s chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender

experience for

“What?”

did not understand. She could only see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance in her vision

He suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

heard the sounds of chiseling a stone wall. She turned her head

“boom” in Madeline’s

“No! Stop it!”

wanted to run

smash it! Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly from her

the man smiled lightly. “Now you

hurt your son! Tell them

wounds seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and

ask anyone to stop. The grave was quickly broken open and two

anymore. Her

It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger at me, just don’t

to him, begging

not even look at her. He reached out and took the urn containing a small

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

Jeremy, this is also your

only have one child, and

glanced at the small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened

Crash!

shattered and the

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a puppet without strings,

all of a sudden and the intense pain

“No!”

were gradually washed away by snow and

against the uneven ground as she tried

stained red from the blood flowing out of her palms, and then it melted away in

glimmer of

cried and laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes staring