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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.

heart clench in pain. Blood

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

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 of the

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

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

Meredith’s plan

scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson! How could you be so ruthless, Madeline Crawford? How could you attack

Jeremy walked through the doors just as she began to rage

to cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline

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 the man walking

her before she could finish explaining herself. “You need

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

kicked her hard enough to

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spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing

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

found herself falling to the floor again as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on impact and blood began to leak

spots appeared in her vision and her mind

does Madeline have to come after me all

over Madeline again before he turned around

as he marched out. “Don’t worry,

a promise that

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 her, but that was the

how evil must one be to do such a merciless

Jackson’s angelic appearance, so cute and innocent,

to quickly patch up

nurse rush out of the

nurse, tears streaming off her face. “How

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

do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can

Haha.

help but laugh at the

how fake

act turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

he walked over to Meredith.

Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy

minute later. “The doctor said no, Jeremy. I can’t give my blood when

wail, clutching

Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she just hurt me? Why did she have

that, Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the space between

turned to the blood donation center

the rare RhAB blood type, she should be able

inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial

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

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steps, she turned to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice ring out

blood to my

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

reply, Madeline hid herself in

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

hid in the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching

shivering from the cold. Curling into herself by the corner, she watched Jeremy’s figure leave and vanish from sight, just

pain in her body was still present

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

back, hiding behind

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

years ago! The only reason he’s still alive is that he’s

was shocked by the words

even the words

son. How could she be so fickle

That was inhumane!

fumes of anger, Madeline walked out the

see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why are you here, Madeline, you

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

to

slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even

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

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

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

try something and she was right. She watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing away

to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in time

Meredith on the floor, her clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy

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

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in terror, vividly

had played the same old trick but still, he

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

she loved deeply.

this moment, as Jeremy was holding Meredith, his

out these three syllables, each

travel from the soles of her feet

She told me that she herself had been pregnant with a child, but the child had died during her imprisonment.

it! Do you want your child and your grandfather

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

Meredith’s collar and

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

Jeremy, my face hurts!”

Madeline would suddenly lose

a bit of force to finally push Madeline away

her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that

Meredith who was still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline.

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

the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one,

opened and out came a large

are you doing? Let go of

and the pain in her body

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

coat, looking cold and

snatched it

son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have

in a cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the painkillers

area of the tumor hurt so bad that it made it

car quickly sped on

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

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

“Shut up!”

his terrifying and malicious

one more word and I will throw you

Sinner

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

the sections of road that seemed to be gradually

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

surrounding environment, Madeline’s

did you bring

Jeremy’s back,

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

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

noble and cold, his aura was inviolable and

teeth, her vision was

over and pinched Madeline’s chin with his warm

for a moment, a

“What?”

white snow falling from the sky,

ordered, shaking off Madeline

wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing the grave

a “boom” in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

She had gotten up and wanted to

Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly

turned around and begged Jeremy, but the man smiled lightly. “Now you

never hurt your

wounds seemed to be covered over with

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

anymore. Her eyes were blurry and

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

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

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

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

this is

child, and his name is Jackson Whitman. As for

glanced at the small pile of ashes in the

Crash!

and

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instantly like a puppet

a sudden and the intense pain like her skin was peeling

“No!”

the ashes that were

rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried to

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

that, her only glimmer of

red and wet eyes staring