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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.

clench in pain. Blood began to leak out of the long gash, staining the fair

prey

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 other’s

have to hurt my son?

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

Meredith’s plan all

them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in

Jeremy walked through the doors just as she began to rage at

and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried to kill

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

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

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

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

that, Jeremy kicked her hard enough to send her

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

make your life a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs.

pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on impact and blood began to leak from

her vision and

to come after me all the time?” Meredith began to wail

again before

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

promised Meredith, a promise that solidified Madeline’s impending

Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her own son’s

evil must one be to do such a merciless

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

patch up the wound on her

nurse rush out of the

tears streaming off her face. “How

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

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

Haha.

not help but laugh at the scene

just how fake

very fake act turned into something magnificent

he walked over to

happen to our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes

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

wail,

dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t

Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

she turned to the blood

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

waved off her initial concern about the situation of her body posing a

donated Jackson 500c.c worth of her blood, leaving

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heavy steps, she turned to leave only to

her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid

know that it

her jaw and crouching as she saw

just as Madeline’s consciousness began to give. It was already the following day when she

pain in her body was still present

she found Meredith on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she was about

back, hiding

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

ago! The only reason he’s still

by the words out of

these even the

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

That was inhumane!

of anger, Madeline walked

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

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

Madeline raised a hand to slap

young! Yet you? Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How

wretched look glossed over Meredith’s features. “You

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

pay for slapping me, Madeline. I’ll

was right. She watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing

to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy

a mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy quickly rushed

She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please, Madeline. I’m begging you.

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arms in terror, vividly creating the image of

old trick but

had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not get

her mind, it was a face that she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer

Meredith, his cold, blade-like

spat out these three syllables,

a chill travel from the soles of her feet through her whole body.

“Jeremy, how could Madeline be so cruel? 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

of her grandfather and the murdered child, Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and her feeble body

collar and slapped her

were you

Jeremy, my face hurts!” Meredith screamed again

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

him a bit of force to finally

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

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

She also had no more energy

the way back, Madeline felt a lot of pain from where the tumor was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from

door opened and out came a large man who grabbed

you doing? Let go of

hard and the pain in her body became

the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as

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

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

Madeline? When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have you ever thought that they would feel pain

Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the painkillers

the tumor hurt so bad

he ordered and the car quickly sped

but she endured the severe pain whilst

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

“Shut up!”

his terrifying and malicious

say one more word and I will throw you

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

road that seemed to be

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

the surrounding environment,

did you bring

back, but

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

the tumor was. She took a deep

of her, noble and cold, his

asked, gritting her teeth, her vision

chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender and alluring

let you experience for a moment, a

“What?”

not understand. She could only see the white snow falling from the

He suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing the grave with stone hammers

“boom” in Madeline’s

“No! Stop it!”

She had gotten up and wanted to run to stop

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

lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were

your son! Tell them

had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be

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

breathe anymore. Her eyes

your son and Meredith. It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger at me, just don’t touch my daughter and my

bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy, even

out and

the ashes in his hand in a daze. Her face was as white as paper, and she was clutching

this is also your

one child, and his name is Jackson Whitman. As

at the small pile of ashes in the glass

Crash!

and

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puppet without strings, losing all

sudden and the

“No!”

desperately rushed towards the ashes that were gradually washed away by

cried sorrowfully, her trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried to collect the remaining

stained red from the blood flowing out of her palms, and then it melted away in the rain

her only glimmer of

miserably, her red and wet