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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.

in pain. Blood began to

Not even tigers would prey on their young. How could Meredith do such a

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

Why did you have to hurt my son? Hurt

yelled from the top of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache

was Meredith’s plan

servants and Mrs. Whitman rushing downstairs and toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson! How could you be so ruthless, Madeline

doors just as she began to

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

However, hearing Meredith’s

fearful beat and the blood drained from her face as she stared at the man walking toward herself.

she could

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

hard enough

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and spread throughout

a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!”

the floor again as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the

in her vision and her

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

gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around to

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

promise that solidified

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

be

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

doctor to quickly patch

a nurse rush out of the

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

the problems now. The child’s lost a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the hospital doesn’t have blood packets that

rushed to interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take all my

Haha.

help but laugh at the scene

was just how fake

very fake act turned into something magnificent

over to

son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy

no, Jeremy. I can’t give my blood when I’m still on my

began to wail, clutching Jeremy

Jeremy? What if our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she just

that, Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the space

and she turned to the blood donation center without sparing

Meredith’s, the rare RhAB blood

waved off her initial concern about the situation of her body

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

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to have Jeremy’s voice ring out

her blood to my son?

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid herself in the

it disgusting to know that it

hid in the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as

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 from her position as she stood with a

was still present and the wound on her

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

immediately stepped back, hiding behind

to 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,

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

the words out of

these even the words of

she be so fickle with her biological son’s life just to

That was inhumane!

of anger, Madeline

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

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

hand to slap it across

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

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

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

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

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

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled,

began 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

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 the image

the same old trick but still, he believed it

to these looks, but she still could not get used to the

she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer held

Meredith,

teeth as he spat out these three syllables, each with an engulfing

the soles of her feet through her

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

child and your grandfather to

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

pulled up Meredith’s collar and slapped

you not the one who died, Meredith! You are the most

Jeremy, my face hurts!” Meredith screamed

did not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush over

of force to finally

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

turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was

and mentally. She also had no more energy to explain and

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 her all of

came a large man who grabbed

are you doing? Let go of

hard and the pain in her body became more and more

stuffed her into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s

coat, looking cold and abstinent,

it away, and seeing that it

pain as well don’t you, Madeline? When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have you ever thought that they would feel pain

a cold voice. Flicking his

face turned pale. The area of the tumor hurt so bad that it made

he ordered and the car quickly

where Jeremy was taking her but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a tough and cold

will still say it. I didn’t hurt your

“Shut up!”

his terrifying and malicious

more word and I will throw you out

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shut her mouth. She glanced out the window. The sky was overcast as if it was going to

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

car freely while Madeline was dragged

at the surrounding environment,

did you bring

facing Jeremy’s back, but

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

took a deep breath,

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

her vision was being gradually blurred

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

experience for a

“What?”

only see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance in her vision at

suddenly ordered,

the sounds of chiseling a stone wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw several

a “boom” in Madeline’s head, then it

“No! Stop it!”

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

cried, tears falling

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

never hurt your son! Tell

riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and dense pain burrowed into her bone

grave was quickly broken open

breathe anymore.

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

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

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

daze. Her face was

this is also

have one child, and his name is Jackson Whitman. As for

small pile of ashes in the glass

Crash!

shattered and the ashes were

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a puppet without strings, losing

sudden and the intense pain like her skin was peeling

“No!”

that were gradually

against the uneven

flowing out of her palms, and

her only glimmer of hope was

red and wet eyes staring