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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.

wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in

prey on their young. How could Meredith

shoved the fruit knife into her hands. Then she used both her hands to grab Madeline’s right and began to wail, all while holding Madeline tight enough that she

could you? Why did you have to hurt my son? Hurt

top of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with how loud she was being. Madeline stared

Meredith’s

toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My

Jeremy walked through the doors just as she began to rage

began to cry and shake.

how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing

drained from her face as

she could finish explaining herself. “You

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

that, Jeremy kicked her hard

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crashed against the corner of the coffee 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

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

it was her

appeared in her

Madeline have to come after

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

he marched out. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the culprit pay the painful

promised Meredith, a promise that solidified

Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her own

must one be to do

angelic appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had

to quickly patch up the wound on her forehead, she immediately went to the

a nurse rush

the nurse, tears streaming off her face.

problems now. 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 son.

I’ll do

Haha.

but laugh at the

how

very fake act turned into something magnificent

walked over

Jeremy!” Meredith looked at

out not a minute later. “The doctor said no, Jeremy.

began to wail, clutching Jeremy

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

bloom in the space between

and she turned to the

that her blood type was just like Meredith’s, the rare RhAB blood type, she should be able to donate for

quick inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial concern about

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

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only to have

just donated her blood to my son? Which

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself in the

find it disgusting to know that

in the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as she saw

left her shivering from the cold. 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

in her body was still present and the wound on her

the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she was about to inquire about Jackson’s

back, hiding behind

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,

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

by the words out of Meredith’s

even the words of a

and Jeremy’s son. How could she be so fickle with her biological son’s

That was inhumane!

fumes of anger, Madeline walked out the

her

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

Madeline raised a hand to slap it across Meredith’s

Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can

and wretched look glossed over Meredith’s features. “You b*tch!

on Madeline, Meredith was suddenly held back by a unique

for slapping me, Madeline. I’ll make your

right. She watched as Meredith

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing away

most importantly, Jeremy

like a

She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she

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

old trick

on Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could

it was a face that she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer held the gentleness it once

as Jeremy was holding Meredith, his

out these three syllables, each with an

soles of her feet through

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

want your child and

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

Meredith’s collar and slapped her

were you not the one who died, Meredith! You are the most

my face hurts!” Meredith

Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush over with

him a bit of force to finally push Madeline

pushed violently, her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that she

glanced at Madeline. That glance was

energy to

back, Madeline felt a lot of pain from where the tumor was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from her bag. As she

came a large man who

you doing? Let go of

struggled hard and the pain in her body became

into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold

was wearing a black coat, looking cold and abstinent,

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

When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied

cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he

tumor hurt so bad

car quickly sped

did not know where Jeremy was taking her but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a

I say, but I will still

“Shut up!”

angrily, his terrifying and malicious gaze

say one more word and I will throw you out

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mouth. She glanced out the window. The sky

sections of road that seemed

of the car freely while Madeline

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen in

did you bring me

asked facing Jeremy’s back, but the

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

to the ground, clutching where the tumor was. She took

of her, noble and cold, his

Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was being gradually

with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his

experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

could only see the white snow falling from the

ordered, shaking off

head abruptly and saw several bodyguards

a “boom” in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

up and wanted to run to stop them, but Jeremy grabbed

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

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

I never hurt your

her body that had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be

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

as if she could not breathe anymore.

hurt your son and Meredith. It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger at me, just don’t touch my daughter and my grandfather’s ashes.

feet, bowing desperately to

reached out and took

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

this is also your daughter,

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

ashes in the glass bottle and

Crash!

shattered and

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instantly like a puppet without strings,

turned dark all of a sudden and

“No!”

towards the ashes that were gradually washed away by snow and

trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she

flowing out of her

like that, her only glimmer of

laughed miserably, her red and wet