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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.

Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to leak out of the long gash, staining the

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

Then she used both her hands to grab Madeline’s right and began to wail, all while holding Madeline

Why did you have to hurt my son?

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

this was Meredith’s plan

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

walked through the doors just as

cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried

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

drained from her face as she stared at the man walking toward herself. “It wasn’t

gaze froze her before she could finish explaining

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

her hard enough

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

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

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

appeared in her vision

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

gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around to carry

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

promised Meredith, a promise that solidified

turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her own son’s face just to

must one be to do such

Jackson’s angelic appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had Madeline’s chest tightening

to quickly patch up the wound on her forehead,

nurse rush out

her face.

of blood and we

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

Haha.

not help but laugh at the scene

was just how fake

fake act turned into something magnificent

he walked over to Meredith.

looked at Jeremy

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

to wail,

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

bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

heart clenched and she turned to the blood donation center

Meredith’s, the rare RhAB blood type, she

inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial concern about the situation of her

Jackson 500c.c worth of her blood,

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heavy steps, she turned to leave only to have Jeremy’s

donated her blood to my

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself in the

was afraid that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that it was

corner, clenching her jaw and crouching

blood 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

her body was still present and the wound on

weight on the wall, she found Meredith on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she was about to inquire about

back, hiding

thing. I don’t know where she came from but I hate it. She should’ve just let the thing die, then Jeremy definitely

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

was shocked by the words out of Meredith’s

the words of

she be so fickle

That was inhumane!

the fumes of anger, Madeline walked

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

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

to slap it across

you? Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even

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

held back by a unique notification on her phone. Reading its display, Meredith broke into a sinister and terrifying

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

was right. She watched as Meredith undid

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled,

but most importantly, Jeremy

like a

and snot

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into Jeremy’s arms in terror, vividly creating the image of the

same old trick but

to these looks, but she still could not get

loved deeply. Yet, it no longer held

Jeremy was holding Meredith,

teeth as he spat out these three syllables, each with

of her feet through

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

Do you want your child and your grandfather

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

Meredith’s collar and slapped

my grandfather and my child! Why were you

hurts!” Meredith screamed again and

suddenly and Jeremy did not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her

of force to finally push Madeline away and protect Meredith in his

violently, her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that she could not straighten

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

was still hurting physically and mentally. She also had no more energy to explain

the way back, Madeline 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,

out came a large man who grabbed

you doing? Let

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

stuffed her into the car and Madeline saw

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

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

don’t you, Madeline? When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have you ever thought that

asked in a cold voice. Flicking his

hurt so bad that it made it

ordered and the car quickly sped

the severe pain

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

“Shut up!”

his terrifying and malicious gaze

more word and I will throw you out the

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

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

car

environment, Madeline’s eyes

you

asked facing Jeremy’s back, but the man ignored

had been dragged to the grave she had built for her grandfather and the dead child. She no longer had the strength

tumor was. She took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and then she raised

and cold, his

her vision was being gradually blurred by the

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

you experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

see the white snow falling from the sky,

ordered,

wall. She turned her head abruptly and

was a “boom” in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

She had gotten up and wanted to run to stop them, but Jeremy grabbed

Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly from

you know fear? Why were you not afraid

never hurt your

riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The

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

anymore. Her eyes were blurry and her body

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

Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to

at her. He reached out and took the urn containing a

daze. Her face

Jeremy, this is also your daughter,

daughter?” Jeremy sneered. “I only have one child, and his name is Jackson Whitman. As for

the small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and

Crash!

and the

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snapped instantly like a puppet without strings,

to have turned dark all of a sudden and

“No!”

ashes that were

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

blood flowing out of her palms, and then it

her only glimmer of

laughed miserably, her red and wet