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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.

the angelic little cheeks marred with a long wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to leak out of the long

believe Meredith’s actions. Not even tigers would prey on their young.

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,

you? Why did you have to hurt my son?

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

was Meredith’s plan all

Whitman rushing downstairs and toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My

through the doors just as she

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

when he walked into the house had been a complaint about how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing

as she stared at the

her before she

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

that, Jeremy kicked her hard enough

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into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet

wicked woman! I’ll make your life a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman warned

falling to the floor again as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head

appeared in her vision and

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

over Madeline again before he

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

promised Meredith, a promise that solidified

watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would

one be to do such a merciless

angelic appearance, so cute and innocent,

Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the wound on her forehead,

a nurse rush

tugged on the nurse, tears streaming off her face. “How is my son, nurse? Will his face

a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the hospital doesn’t

rushed to interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it!

Haha.

not help but laugh at the scene before

just how fake Meredith

act turned into something magnificent in

walked over to Meredith.

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

said no,

wail, clutching

so cruel? Why can’t she just hurt

bloodlust bloom in

clenched and she turned to the

her blood type was just like Meredith’s, the rare RhAB blood type, she should be able to donate

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

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

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steps, she turned to leave only to have

blood to my

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid

was afraid that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that

her jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass in

her shivering from the cold. Curling into herself by the corner, she watched Jeremy’s figure leave and vanish from sight, just as Madeline’s consciousness began to give.

present and the

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

back, hiding

to step up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she came from but I hate it. She

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

the words out

the

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

That was inhumane!

suppress the fumes of anger, Madeline

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

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

raised a hand to slap

son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could

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

a unique notification on her phone. Reading its

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

got the inkling that Meredith was about to try something and she was right. She watched

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing away

gather, but most importantly,

like a frightened doe, Jeremy quickly rushed over

be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please,

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terror, vividly creating the

played the same old trick but still, he believed it

gazes on Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but

she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer held the gentleness it once

Meredith, his cold, blade-like eyes

his teeth as he spat out these three syllables, each

the soles of

a child, but the child

Do you want your child

clenched her fist and her

pulled up Meredith’s collar and slapped

still dare mention my grandfather and my child! Why were you not

face hurts!” Meredith screamed again and

that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush over with so much

to finally

pushed violently, her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate

glanced at

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

Madeline felt a lot of 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

out came a large man

you doing? Let go

and the pain in her body became more and more

saw Jeremy’s cold face

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

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

my son with a knife

cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw

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

he ordered and the car quickly sped

severe pain whilst she looked at

I know you won’t believe what I say, but I will still say it. I

“Shut up!”

interrupted angrily, his terrifying

I will throw you out

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the window. The sky was overcast as if

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

stopped. Jeremy got out of the car freely

environment,

why did you bring me

facing Jeremy’s back,

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

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

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

her vision

over and pinched Madeline’s chin with his warm

you experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance in her vision at this

ordered, shaking

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

was a “boom” in Madeline’s

“No! Stop it!”

She had gotten up and wanted to run to

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

but the man smiled lightly. “Now you

hurt your son! Tell

and her body that had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over with salt

broken open and two urns, one large and one small, were

felt as if she could not breathe anymore. Her

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

to him, begging for

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

face was as

this is also your daughter,

have one child,

at the small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened

Crash!

glass shattered and

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puppet without strings,

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

“No!”

ashes that were

hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried to

of her palms,

glimmer of hope was completely

and laughed miserably, her red and