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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.

a long wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to

Not even tigers would prey on their young. How could

knife into her hands. Then she used both

hurt my

her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with how loud she was being. Madeline stared

was Meredith’s plan all

Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson! How could you be so ruthless, Madeline Crawford? How could

doors just as she began to rage at

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

everyone was so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the fruit knife and

drained from her face as she stared at

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

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

that, Jeremy kicked her hard enough to

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floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread

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

her vision and

Why does Madeline have to come after me

terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around

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

a promise that solidified

Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she

be to do such a merciless

cute and innocent,

them to the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch

watched a nurse rush out

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

is the least of the problems now. The child’s lost a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the

interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take

Haha.

laugh at the scene before

was just how

fake act turned into something magnificent

he walked over

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

no,

began to wail,

if our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she just hurt me? Why did

Madeline watched bloodlust bloom

and she turned to the blood

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

the doctor waved off her initial

Madeline donated Jackson 500c.c worth of her blood, leaving her body too exhausted to

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to have Jeremy’s voice

her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

reply, Madeline hid herself

was afraid that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that

in the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass in front of

vanish from sight, just as Madeline’s consciousness began to give. It

present and the

on the wall, she found Meredith on the phone, approaching

back,

for that thing. I don’t know where she

thing’s a damn eyesore. He should’ve died two years ago! The only reason he’s still alive is that he’s

the words out of Meredith’s

these even the words of

she be so fickle with her

That was inhumane!

suppress the fumes of anger,

around to see Madeline and her

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

to

your own son’s cheek open, how can you even

over Meredith’s features. “You b*tch!

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

you pay for slapping me,

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

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled,

began to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in

mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy quickly rushed

want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as

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in terror, vividly creating the image

trick but still, he believed it

disdainful and doubtful gazes on Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not get used

a face that she loved deeply.

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

gritted his teeth as he spat out

a chill travel from the soles of

been pregnant with a child, but the child had

stop it! Do you want your child and your grandfather to die

fist and her feeble body suddenly

Meredith’s collar

dare mention my grandfather and my child! Why were you not the one

face hurts!” Meredith

situation happened so suddenly and Jeremy did not expect that Madeline

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

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

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

still hurting physically and mentally. She also had no more energy to explain and so turned away amidst the

lot of pain from where the tumor was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from her

car door opened and out came a large man who

are you doing? Let go of

hard and the pain in her body

man stuffed her into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as soon as she looked

a black coat, looking cold and abstinent,

medicine bottle in Meredith’s hand, Jeremy snatched it away, and

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

Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw

turned pale. The area of the tumor hurt so bad

and the car quickly sped on the

she endured the severe pain

say, but I will still say it. I didn’t

“Shut up!”

terrifying

and I will throw you

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

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

car stopped. Jeremy got out of the car freely while

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

why did you

facing Jeremy’s back, but the

dead child. She no longer had the strength to stand,

fell to the ground, clutching where the tumor was. She took

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

Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was being gradually

his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his

you experience for a moment, a

“What?”

the white snow falling

He suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

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

a “boom” in

“No! Stop it!”

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

Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly

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

never hurt your son! Tell them

seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and dense pain burrowed into

he did not ask anyone to stop. The grave was quickly broken open and two urns, one large and one small,

breathe 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

to him, begging for mercy, even accepting

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

daze. Her face was as white as paper, and she was clutching

is also your daughter,

only have one child, and his name is

pile of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened

Crash!

glass shattered and

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like a puppet without strings,

all of a sudden and the intense pain like her skin was peeling

“No!”

ashes that were gradually washed away by

trembling hands desperately rubbing against the

ashes were gradually stained red from the blood flowing out of

like that, her only glimmer of hope was

her red and wet eyes staring