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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 pain. Blood began to leak out of the long gash,

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

used

did you have to hurt my

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

this was Meredith’s plan all

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

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

how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted

a fearful beat and the blood drained from her face as she

froze her before she could finish

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

that, Jeremy kicked her hard enough to

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she fell onto the floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet

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

was her head that knocked against the coffee table.

appeared in her vision

heart hurts, Jeremy! Why does Madeline have to come after me all the time?” Meredith began to wail and

Madeline again before he turned around to

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

promised Meredith, a promise that solidified Madeline’s

against the pain and stood. Her heart shook as she watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith to

evil must one be to do

Jackson’s angelic appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life

patch up the wound on

she watched a nurse rush

tugged on the nurse, tears streaming off her face. “How is my son, nurse? Will his

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

interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take all my blood if it means you’ll save

Haha.

could not help but laugh

how fake Meredith

turned into something magnificent in

over to

son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes and

run out not a minute later. “The doctor said no, Jeremy. I can’t give my blood

to wail,

do we do, Jeremy? What if our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel?

bloodlust bloom in the

turned to the blood donation center without sparing them another

rare RhAB blood type, she

her initial concern about the situation of her body posing a

500c.c worth of her blood, leaving her body too

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to have Jeremy’s voice ring out suddenly

woman just donated her blood to my

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself in the

afraid that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know

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

donation had 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

body was still present and

the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as

back, hiding behind

drifted over. “Hmph. So some woman just happened to step up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she came from but

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

shocked by the words out of Meredith’s

the words

could she be so fickle with

That was inhumane!

suppress the fumes of anger, Madeline walked

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

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

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 a woman as evil as you exist in

Meredith’s

Madeline, Meredith was suddenly held back by a unique notification on

slapping me,

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

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing away

most importantly, Jeremy arrived in

amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy

don’t want anything else, Jeremy. I just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please,

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in terror, vividly creating

had played the same old trick but still, he believed

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

she loved deeply. Yet, it no

as Jeremy was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like

his teeth as he spat out these three syllables,

soles of her feet through her whole body. It

a child, but the child had died during her imprisonment. Since she’s also

want your child and your grandfather

Madeline suddenly clenched her fist

Meredith’s collar and slapped

and my child! Why were you not the one who

hurts!” Meredith

expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush over with so much

finally push Madeline away and protect Meredith in

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

glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl

She also had no more energy to explain and so turned away amidst the curses of the

trembled and took out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to

car door opened and out came

you doing?

her body became more and more unbearable as

saw Jeremy’s cold face as soon

wearing a black coat, looking cold and

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

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

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

The area of the tumor hurt so bad that it made it hard

the car quickly sped

severe pain whilst she looked at

say, but I will still say it.

“Shut up!”

his terrifying and

I will throw you

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

road that seemed

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

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes

why did you bring

asked facing Jeremy’s back, but the man ignored

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

was. She took a deep breath, enduring the

stood in front of her, noble and cold, his aura was inviolable

her teeth, her vision was being

leaned over and pinched Madeline’s chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender and alluring

experience for a moment,

“What?”

She could only see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance

suddenly ordered, shaking

her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing

a “boom” in Madeline’s

“No! Stop it!”

had gotten up and wanted to

it! Don’t!” Madeline cried,

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

never hurt your son! Tell them

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

did not ask anyone to stop. The grave was quickly broken

she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes were blurry and her body trembled

Jeremy, please 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 daughter and my grandfather’s ashes. Please,

to him, begging for mercy, even

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

is also your

one child, and his name is Jackson

at the small pile of ashes in the

Crash!

shattered and

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like a puppet without strings, losing all

a sudden and the intense pain like her skin

“No!”

towards the ashes that were gradually washed away

hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried to collect

out of her palms, and then it

only glimmer

cried and laughed miserably, her red