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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.

Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to leak

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

the fruit knife into her hands. Then she used both her hands to grab Madeline’s right

to hurt my son? Hurt me instead, leave my

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

this was Meredith’s

in shock, “Oh My God! My

through the doors just

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

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

and the blood drained from her face as she stared at the man

gaze froze her before she could finish explaining

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

that, Jeremy kicked her hard enough

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floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet with difficulty,

hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman

floor again as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on

in her vision and her

Madeline have to come after me all the time?” Meredith began to wail and

and terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around

baby will be fine.” Jeremy comforted Meredith as he marched out. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the culprit pay the painful

promise that solidified

around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have

evil must one be to

angelic appearance, so cute and innocent,

patch up the wound on her forehead, she immediately went

nurse rush out

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

lost a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the hospital doesn’t have blood packets that fit your son. As

Nurse. I’ll do

Haha.

but laugh at the scene before

was just how

this very fake act turned

over to Meredith.

Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy

later. “The doctor said no, Jeremy. I can’t give

wail,

our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she just hurt me? Why did she have

Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

and she turned to the blood donation

blood type was just like Meredith’s, the rare

initial concern about the

that, Madeline donated Jackson 500c.c worth of her blood, leaving her body too exhausted to

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to have Jeremy’s voice ring out

just donated her blood to my

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

reply, Madeline hid herself

it disgusting to know that it was her blood, but saving Jackson

crouching as

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

pain in her body was still present

found Meredith on the phone, approaching the

immediately stepped back, hiding behind

know where she came from but I hate it. She should’ve just let

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

was shocked by the

even the words of

be so fickle

That was inhumane!

suppress the fumes of anger, Madeline walked out the

movement, Meredith turned around to see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why are

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

Madeline raised a hand to slap it

only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could

over Meredith’s features.

by a unique notification on her phone. Reading its display, Meredith broke into a sinister

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

inkling that Meredith was about to try something and she was right. She watched

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing

but most importantly, Jeremy arrived

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

wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please, Madeline. I’m begging you. Leave

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

trick but still, he

had cast their disdainful and doubtful gazes on Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not get used to the murderous and

face that she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer

holding Meredith, his

his teeth as he spat out these three syllables, each

the soles of her feet through her

arms was crying nonstop. “Jeremy, how could Madeline be so cruel? She told me that she herself had been pregnant with 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

want your child

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

pulled up Meredith’s collar and

you not the one who died, Meredith! You are

face hurts!” Meredith

that Madeline would

bit of force to finally

The immediate pain was so much so that she could not

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

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

tumor was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from

door opened and out came a

you doing? Let

in her body became

into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as

black coat, looking cold

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

well don’t you, Madeline? When you hurt my son with a knife

asked in a cold voice. Flicking his palm

of the tumor hurt so bad that it made

he ordered and the car quickly sped

where Jeremy was taking her but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a tough

but I will still say

“Shut up!”

his terrifying and

more word and I will throw

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

seemed to be gradually familiar, Madeline’s

got out of the car freely while Madeline was dragged out

surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen in

you bring me

asked facing Jeremy’s back, but the man

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

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

noble and cold, his aura was inviolable and

asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was being gradually blurred by the

warm fingers. A terrifying smile in

experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

understand. She could only see the white snow falling from the sky,

He suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

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

a “boom” in

“No! Stop it!”

up and wanted to run to stop them,

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

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

hurt your son! Tell them

completely crumbling and her body that had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered

to stop. The grave was quickly broken open and two urns, one

felt as if she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes were blurry

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

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

He reached out and took the urn containing a small pile of ashes into

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

Jeremy, this is also

daughter?” Jeremy sneered. “I only have one child, and his name is Jackson Whitman. As

of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened his

Crash!

shattered and the ashes were

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like a puppet

turned dark all of a sudden and

“No!”

that were gradually washed

hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she

blood flowing out of her palms, and then it melted away

only glimmer

miserably, her red and