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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.

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

Not even tigers would prey on their young. How could

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

did you have to hurt

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

was Meredith’s

rushing downstairs and toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh

Jeremy walked through the doors just as she

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

a complaint about how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the fruit knife and Jackson whose face

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

before she could

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

Jeremy kicked her hard

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

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

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

her vision and her

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

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

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

promise that solidified Madeline’s

shook as she watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith to

be to do

cute and innocent, potentially

them to the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the wound on her

she watched a nurse

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

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

expression shifted slightly and she rushed to interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take all my

Haha.

but laugh at the scene

how fake Meredith

very fake act turned into

over to Meredith.

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

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

began to wail, clutching

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

bloom in

the blood donation center

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

initial concern about the situation of her body posing a

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

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only to have Jeremy’s voice ring out

woman just donated her blood to my

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself in the emergency

disgusting to know that

her jaw and crouching

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 following day when she woke. Her legs cramping

in her body was still present

Meredith on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase,

immediately stepped back, hiding behind the

know where

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

the words out of Meredith’s

these even the words

How could she be so fickle with her biological son’s life just to make Jeremy

That was inhumane!

to suppress the fumes of anger, Madeline walked out the

to see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why are

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

raised a hand to

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 this

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

her claws to pounce on Madeline, Meredith was suddenly held back by a unique notification on her phone.

slapping me, Madeline. I’ll make your life

watched as Meredith undid

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing away

began to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in

and her hair a mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy

want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as

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terror, vividly creating the image of

same old trick

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

deeply. Yet, it

holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like eyes pierced

spat out these three

chill travel from the soles of her feet through

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

stop it! Do you want your child and

suddenly clenched her fist and her feeble body suddenly rushed towards Meredith

pulled up Meredith’s collar

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

Jeremy, my face hurts!” Meredith screamed again and

Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush over with so

him a bit of force to finally push Madeline

The immediate pain was so much so that she could not

Before leaving, he glanced at

had no more energy

felt a lot of pain from where the tumor was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one, a black car stopped in front of

and out came a large man

are you doing? Let go of

her body became more and more unbearable as

into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold

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

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

my son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have you ever

asked in a cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly,

area of the tumor hurt so bad that

he ordered and the car quickly sped on the

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

say, but I will still say it. I didn’t hurt your son,

“Shut up!”

his terrifying and

word and I

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window. The sky was

the sections of road that seemed to be

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

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen in

why did you

facing Jeremy’s back,

and the dead child. She no longer had the strength to stand, and the

the tumor was. She took a deep

stood in front of her, noble and cold, his

her vision was being gradually blurred by the

warm fingers. A terrifying smile

you experience for

“What?”

the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s

He suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

She turned her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing the

was a “boom” in Madeline’s

“No! Stop it!”

and wanted to run to stop them, but

it! Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears

turned around and begged Jeremy, but the man smiled lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were you

your son!

be covered over

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

breathe anymore. Her eyes were

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

to him, begging for mercy, even accepting

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

Her face was as white as paper, and she was clutching at his

Jeremy, this is

only have one child, and his name

at the small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes were

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a puppet without

have turned dark all of a sudden and the intense pain

“No!”

were gradually washed

rubbing against the uneven ground as she

flowing out of her palms, and then it melted

glimmer of hope was

her red and