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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, staining

would prey on their young.

used both her hands to grab Madeline’s

you? Why did you have to hurt my son? Hurt

top of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with

this was Meredith’s

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

through the doors just

cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried to

how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s

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

froze her before she could finish explaining herself. “You need

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

kicked her hard enough to send

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

make your life a living hell if anything happens

the floor again as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on impact and blood began to

spots appeared in her vision and

Why does Madeline have to come after me all the time?”

Madeline again before he turned around to carry a

worry, our baby will be fine.” Jeremy comforted Meredith as he marched out.

a promise that solidified Madeline’s

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

one be to do such a merciless

so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had Madeline’s

quickly patch up the wound

nurse rush out

tears streaming off her face.

blood and we need an infusion, but the

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

Haha.

laugh at

just how fake Meredith

this very fake act turned into something

over to Meredith.

Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes and followed the

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

to wail,

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

watched bloodlust bloom in the

and she turned to the blood donation center without sparing them another

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

off her initial concern

her blood, leaving

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to leave only to have

blood to my son?

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

reply, Madeline hid herself in the

that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that

crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass in front of

sight, just as Madeline’s

present and the wound on

she found Meredith on the phone, approaching the emergency

back, hiding behind the

up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she

eyesore. He should’ve died two years ago! The only reason he’s still

was shocked by the words out of

even the

was still hers and Jeremy’s son. How could she be so fickle with her biological son’s life just to make Jeremy

That was inhumane!

fumes of anger, Madeline

movement, Meredith turned around to see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why are you here, Madeline,

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

hand to slap it across

cheek open, how can you even wish

dark and wretched look glossed over Meredith’s features. “You

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

slapping me, Madeline.

to try something and she was right. She watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess it up, then fall back

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing away

but most importantly, Jeremy

floor, her clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a

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, Madeline. I’m begging you. Leave me

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

old trick but still, he believed it

to these looks, but she still could not get used to the murderous and cold look

that she loved deeply.

Jeremy was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like eyes pierced Madeline,.”Ma.

as he spat out these three syllables,

soles of her feet through

herself had been pregnant with a child, but the child had died during her imprisonment. Since she’s also been a mother, why can’t she understand a mother’s feelings?” she said whilst looking at Madeline,

it! Do you want your child and your grandfather to die without

murdered child, Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and

Meredith’s collar

were you not the one who

face hurts!” Meredith screamed again

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

force to finally

wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that she could not

crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl as

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

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

and out came a large man

you doing? Let go

struggled hard and the pain in her body became

saw Jeremy’s cold face as soon as she looked

a black coat, looking cold and

in Meredith’s hand, Jeremy snatched it

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

in a cold voice. Flicking his palm

hurt so bad that it made

the car quickly

Jeremy was 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

I

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the window. The sky was overcast as if

at the sections of road that seemed to be gradually

Jeremy got out of the car freely while Madeline was

environment, Madeline’s eyes

why did you bring

asked facing Jeremy’s back, but the

grandfather and the dead child. She no longer had

clutching where the tumor was. She took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and then

front of her, noble and cold, his aura

Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her

warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his

you experience for a

“What?”

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

He suddenly ordered, shaking

turned her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing

a “boom” in Madeline’s head,

“No! Stop it!”

yelled. She had gotten up and wanted to run to stop

cried, tears falling

you know

never hurt your son!

that had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and

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

instantly felt as if she could not breathe anymore.

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,

knelt down at Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to him, begging for

reached out and took the urn containing a

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

Jeremy, this is

“I only have one child, and his name is

small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes

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a puppet

world seemed to have turned dark all of a sudden and the intense pain like her skin

“No!”

desperately rushed towards the ashes that were

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

ashes were gradually stained red from the blood flowing out of her palms, and then it

only glimmer of hope was

and laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes