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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

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

into her hands. Then she used both her hands to grab Madeline’s right and began

How could you? Why did you have to hurt my son?

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

this was Meredith’s

toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson!

just as she began

Meredith began to cry and shake. “Jeremy!

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

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

man’s sinister gaze froze her before she could finish explaining herself. “You need

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

hard enough to send her

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and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet with difficulty, she was slapped again by Mrs. Whitman before she could even stabilize

anything

time it was her head that knocked against the coffee

spots appeared in her vision and her mind

have to come after me all the

over Madeline again before he turned

comforted Meredith as he marched out. “Don’t worry, I’ll make

promised Meredith, a promise

Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her own son’s face just to frame her, but that

one be to

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

the doctor to quickly patch up the wound on her forehead, she immediately went

nurse rush out of

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

amount of blood and we need an

“I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it!

Haha.

not help but laugh at the scene before

how fake Meredith

act turned into something magnificent

walked over to Meredith.

to our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at

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

to wail, clutching Jeremy

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

bloom in the space

turned to the blood donation center without sparing

was just like Meredith’s, the rare

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

her blood, leaving

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turned to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice ring out suddenly from

woman just donated her blood to

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself

it disgusting to know that it was her blood, but saving Jackson took

hid in the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s

from sight, just as

present and the

approaching

stepped back,

donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she came from but I hate it.

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

was shocked by the words out of Meredith’s

even the

Jeremy’s son. How could she be so fickle with her biological

That was inhumane!

fumes of anger, Madeline walked out

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

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

a hand to slap it across Meredith’s

did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could a woman as

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

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

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

was about to try something and she was right. She watched as Meredith

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing

began to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in

amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe,

want anything else, Jeremy. I just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared

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threw herself into Jeremy’s arms in terror, vividly creating the

old trick but still, he believed it without

looks, but she still could not get used to

deeply. Yet, it no longer held the

Jeremy was holding Meredith, his

gritted his teeth as he spat out

soles of her feet through her whole body.

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

Do you want your child and

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

up Meredith’s collar and

grandfather and my child! Why were you not the one

hurts!” Meredith screamed again

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

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

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

was still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline.

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

out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about

door opened and out came a

are you doing? Let

body

her into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as soon as

coat, looking cold and abstinent, so

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

you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have you ever thought that they would

cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the

so bad

car quickly sped

her but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a

will still say it. I

“Shut up!”

interrupted angrily, his terrifying and

more word and I will throw you

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

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

stopped. Jeremy got out of the car freely while Madeline

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes

why did you bring

back, but the man

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

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

in front of her, noble and cold,

gritting her teeth, her vision

chin with his warm

you experience for a moment, a

“What?”

the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance in her

He suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

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

was a “boom” in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

to run

Madeline cried,

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

hurt your son! Tell

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

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

she could not breathe anymore.

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 my daughter and my grandfather’s ashes. Please, I beg

down at Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy, even accepting those

out and took the urn containing a small pile of ashes into

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

Jeremy, this is also your daughter,

have one child, and his name is Jackson

small pile of ashes in the

Crash!

glass shattered and the

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a puppet without strings, losing all

and the intense pain like her skin

“No!”

towards the ashes that were gradually washed away by snow

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

out of

glimmer of

and laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes