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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.

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

not believe Meredith’s actions. Not even tigers would prey

blood, only 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 holding Madeline tight enough that she could not struggle out

Why did you have to hurt my son? Hurt

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

Meredith’s

downstairs and toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson! How could you be so ruthless, Madeline Crawford? How could you attack a

through the doors just as she began

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

he walked into the house had been a complaint about how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s

from her face as she stared

sinister gaze froze her before she could finish explaining herself. “You need

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

kicked her hard

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of the coffee table as she fell onto the floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her

anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman warned harshly, before pushing Madeline

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

appeared in her vision and her

Why does Madeline have to come after me all the time?” Meredith began to

and terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again before he

he marched out. “Don’t

promise that solidified Madeline’s

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 her, but

one be to do such

appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life

the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up

nurse rush out

face. “How is my son, nurse? Will

and we need an infusion, but the hospital doesn’t have blood packets

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

Haha.

not help but laugh at the

just how fake Meredith

very fake act turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

over to Meredith.

let anything happen to our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes

said no, Jeremy. I

to wail,

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

that, Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

turned to the blood donation center

rare RhAB blood type, she should

her initial concern

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

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only to have

just donated her blood to my son?

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself

afraid that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that it was her blood, but saving

her jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass

just as Madeline’s consciousness began to give. It was already the following

still present and the wound on her

on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she was about to inquire

immediately stepped back,

woman just happened to step up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she came from but

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

shocked by the words out of

the words of a

she be so fickle with her biological

That was inhumane!

the fumes of anger, Madeline walked

turned around to see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

hand to slap

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

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

was suddenly held back by a unique notification on her phone. Reading

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

to try something and she was right. She watched as Meredith undid

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing

began to gather, but most importantly,

mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy quickly rushed over

tears and snot everywhere

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terror, vividly creating the

same old trick but still, he believed it

Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not

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

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

teeth as he spat out

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

pregnant with a child, but the child had died during her imprisonment. Since she’s also been a mother, why can’t she

Do you want your child and your

Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and

Meredith’s collar and slapped

Why were you not the one who

Jeremy, my face hurts!”

Jeremy did not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush over with so much

of force to finally push Madeline away and protect Meredith

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

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

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

took out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one, a black car stopped in front

opened and out came

doing? Let go of

the pain in her body became more and

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

a black coat, looking cold and abstinent, so full of

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

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

voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he

the tumor hurt so bad that it made it hard for

and the car quickly sped on the

the severe pain whilst

I know you won’t believe what I say, but I will still say it. I didn’t hurt your son,

“Shut up!”

interrupted angrily, his terrifying

more word and I

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the window. The

that seemed to be gradually familiar, Madeline’s nerves

Jeremy got out of the car freely while Madeline was dragged out

the surrounding environment,

did you bring

Jeremy’s back,

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

where the tumor was. She took a deep breath,

of her, noble and cold, his aura was

her teeth, her

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

experience for a

“What?”

snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s

ordered, shaking off Madeline

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

“boom” in Madeline’s head, then it

“No! Stop it!”

to run to stop them, but

cried, tears

Jeremy, but the man smiled lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were you not afraid

never hurt your son!

and her body that had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and dense pain burrowed into her

The grave was quickly broken open and two urns, one large and one

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

wrong! I shouldn’t have hurt your son and Meredith. It’s all my fault! You

to him, begging for mercy, even accepting

at her. He reached out and took

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

is

have one child, and his name is Jackson Whitman. As for

in the

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes

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a puppet without

of a sudden and the intense pain like her skin was

“No!”

were gradually washed

her trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven

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

glimmer of

her red and wet eyes staring at