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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.

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

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

help Jackson stop the blood, 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

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

of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with how loud

was Meredith’s plan all

Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in

the doors just as she began to rage at

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

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

face as she stared

her before she could finish explaining herself. “You

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

hard enough

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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

life a living hell if anything

her head that knocked

in her vision

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

over Madeline again

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

promise that solidified Madeline’s

victoriously. Never

one be to

cute and innocent,

she followed them to the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up

nurse

face. “How is my

the problems now. The child’s lost a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the hospital doesn’t have

I’ll do it! You can take

Haha.

help but laugh at the scene before

was just how fake Meredith

turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

walked over to

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

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

wail, clutching Jeremy

Jeremy? What if our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel?

bloom in the

to the blood donation center without sparing

rare

the doctor waved off her initial concern about the situation

500c.c worth of her blood, leaving her body too exhausted to even

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she turned to leave only to have

donated her blood to my son?

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself in the emergency

to know that it was her

crouching as she saw Jeremy’s

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. It was already the following day when she woke. Her legs cramping from her position as she stood

still present and the wound on her forehead

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

back, hiding

blood for that thing. I don’t know where she came from

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

was shocked by the words out of

even the

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

That was inhumane!

to suppress the fumes of anger, Madeline

her expression

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

hand to slap it

cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could a woman as evil as you exist in this

and wretched look glossed over Meredith’s

by a unique notification on her phone. Reading its display, Meredith broke into

to make you pay for slapping me,

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

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing

most importantly, Jeremy

her clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a

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

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in terror, vividly creating the image of

old trick but still, he believed

to these looks, but she

face that she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer held

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

his teeth as he spat out these three

felt a chill travel from the soles of her feet

arms was crying nonstop. “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 been a mother, why can’t she understand a mother’s feelings?”

it! Do you want your child

murdered child, Madeline suddenly clenched her fist

pulled up Meredith’s collar and slapped

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

hurts!” Meredith screamed again and

and Jeremy did not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush

took him a bit of force to finally push Madeline away and

her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain

he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl as it plunged into Meredith’s

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

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?

in her body became more and more unbearable as she

her into the car and Madeline saw

was wearing a black coat, looking

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

don’t you, Madeline? When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied

cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw

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

he ordered and the car quickly sped on

not know where Jeremy was taking her but she endured the severe pain whilst she

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

“Shut up!”

terrifying and malicious gaze

more word and I will throw

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glanced out the window. The sky was overcast as if it was going

road that seemed to be gradually

stopped. Jeremy got out of the car

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

you bring me

asked facing Jeremy’s back, but the

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

fell to the ground, clutching where the tumor was. She took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and then she raised her

in front of her, noble and

asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was being

warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender and

let you experience for a moment, a

“What?”

see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring

He suddenly ordered, shaking

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

“boom” in Madeline’s head, then it

“No! Stop it!”

gotten up and wanted to run to

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

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

hurt your son! Tell

riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be

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

felt as if she could not breathe anymore.

your son and Meredith. It’s all my fault! You

desperately to him, begging for mercy, even accepting

even look at her. He reached out and took the urn containing

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

is also your daughter,

only have one child,

small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes were

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a puppet without

turned dark all of a sudden and

“No!”

towards the ashes that were gradually

her trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven

flowing out of her palms,

only glimmer of hope

laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes staring at