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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.

marred with a long wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood

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

Jackson stop the 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 of the

How could you? Why did you have to hurt

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

was Meredith’s plan all

them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson! How

walked through the doors just as she began to rage

cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried to

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

heart skipped a fearful beat and the blood drained from her face as she stared at the man walking toward herself. “It wasn’t me,

froze her before she could finish explaining herself. “You

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

Jeremy kicked her hard enough to send

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the floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing

your life a living hell if anything happens to

it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on impact and blood began to

her

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

over Madeline again before he

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

promise

Her heart shook as she watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would

be to

angelic appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for

followed them to the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up

watched a nurse

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

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. As his mother,

it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You

Haha.

not help but laugh at the scene

just how fake

fake act turned into something

walked over to

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

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

began to wail,

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

bloodlust bloom

turned to the blood donation center without sparing

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

a quick inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial

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

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

her blood to my

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself

disgusting to know that it was her blood, but saving

hid in the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass

Jeremy’s figure 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

her body was still present and

approaching the

immediately stepped back, hiding behind the

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

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

was shocked by the words out of Meredith’s

even the words of a

could she be so fickle

That was inhumane!

suppress the fumes of anger, Madeline walked out

turned around to see Madeline and her expression

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

Madeline raised a hand to slap it across Meredith’s

Not even tigers prey 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 could a

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

Meredith was suddenly held back by a unique

pay for slapping me,

try something and she was right. She watched as

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled,

importantly, Jeremy arrived in time as

hair a mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy quickly rushed over to carry

I just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please, Madeline. I’m begging

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arms in terror, vividly creating

same old trick but

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

deeply. Yet, it no longer held

as Jeremy was holding Meredith, his cold,

out these

of her feet

herself had been pregnant with a child, but the child had died during her imprisonment.

child

suddenly clenched her fist

collar and

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

face hurts!”

expect that Madeline would

to finally push Madeline away and protect Meredith in his

back hitting the wall behind her. The

turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at

physically and mentally. She also had no more energy to

She trembled and took out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one, a black car

and out came a large man who

are you doing? Let go

the pain in her body became more and more unbearable as she

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

looking cold and abstinent, so full of

medicine bottle in Meredith’s hand, Jeremy snatched it away, and seeing that it was painkillers, he

son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have

cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw

area of the tumor hurt so

the car quickly sped on

taking her but she endured the severe

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

“Shut up!”

angrily, his terrifying and

say one more word and I

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window. The sky

of road that seemed to be gradually familiar, Madeline’s nerves

car freely while Madeline

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes

you bring me

asked facing Jeremy’s back, but the

dead child. She no longer had the strength

the ground, clutching where the tumor was. She took a deep

her, noble and

gritting her teeth, her vision was being gradually blurred by

his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his

for

“What?”

could only see the white snow falling

ordered, shaking

a stone wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing

in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

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

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

the man smiled lightly. “Now you know

I never hurt your

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

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

could not breathe anymore. Her

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

feet, bowing desperately to him, begging

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

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

this is also

only have one child, and his name is

at the small pile of ashes in the glass bottle

Crash!

and the ashes

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like a puppet without strings, losing all

turned dark all of a sudden and

“No!”

ashes that were gradually

sorrowfully, her trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried to collect the

flowing out of her palms, and

like that, her only glimmer of

red