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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.

in pain. Blood began to leak out of the

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

the blood, only to be held back by Meredith who shoved the fruit knife into her hands. Then she used both

could you? Why did you have to hurt my son? Hurt me

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

was Meredith’s plan all

Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson!

doors just as she began to rage at

began to cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried

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

a fearful beat and the blood drained from her face as she stared at the man walking toward

sinister gaze froze her before she could finish explaining

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

kicked her hard enough to

Sinner

against the corner of the coffee table as she fell onto the floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body in waves.

if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman warned harshly, before pushing Madeline

was her head that knocked against the coffee

in her vision and her mind

after me all

and terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around

fine.” Jeremy comforted Meredith as he marched out. “Don’t

a promise

smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her own son’s face just

how evil must one be to

of Jackson’s angelic appearance, so cute and innocent,

quickly patch up the

she watched a nurse rush

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

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

I’ll do it! You

Haha.

but laugh

just how fake Meredith

this very fake act turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

over to

happen to our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy

doctor said no, Jeremy. I can’t give my blood when I’m still on my

to wail, clutching Jeremy

dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why

bloodlust bloom in

the

type was just like Meredith’s, the rare

her initial concern about the situation of her body

Jackson 500c.c worth of her

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turned to leave only to

blood to

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid herself in

would find it disgusting to know that it was her

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

had left 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. It was already the following day when she woke. Her legs cramping

pain in her body was still present and the

her weight on the wall, she found Meredith on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she was about to inquire

stepped back, hiding

“Hmph. So some woman just happened to step up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she came from but I hate it. She should’ve just let the

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

by the words

these even the words of a

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

That was inhumane!

of anger, Madeline walked out

see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately.

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

a hand to slap

Not even tigers prey on their young! Yet you? Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you

glossed 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.

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

right. She watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess it up, then fall back onto the

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing away

began to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived

her clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy quickly rushed over to carry her

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

old trick but still, he believed it without

looks, but

that she loved deeply. Yet, it no

was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like eyes pierced

as he spat out these three syllables, each with an

the soles of her

was leaning into Jeremy’s 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

your child and your grandfather to die without

the murdered child, Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and her feeble body suddenly rushed towards Meredith with all her

pulled up Meredith’s collar

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

Jeremy, my face hurts!” Meredith

expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush

a bit of force to finally push

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

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

more energy to explain and so

She trembled and took out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one, a black car stopped

door opened and out came a large man who grabbed

you doing? Let go of

struggled hard and the pain in her body became more and more unbearable as she

and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as

black coat, looking cold and abstinent, so

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

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

cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the

the tumor hurt so

and the car quickly sped on

severe pain

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

“Shut up!”

interrupted angrily, his terrifying and

I will throw

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the window. The sky was overcast as if it was going to

seemed to be gradually familiar,

out of the car freely while Madeline was dragged out of

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen in

you bring me

Jeremy’s back, but the man ignored

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

took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and then

stood in front of her, noble and cold, his

her teeth, her

leaned over and pinched Madeline’s chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender

experience for a moment,

“What?”

falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance in

ordered, shaking off

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

“boom” in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

yelled. She had gotten up and wanted to

cried, tears falling wantonly

“Now you know fear?

never hurt your son! Tell

riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered

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

felt as if she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes were blurry

my fault! You can vent your anger at me, just don’t touch my daughter and my grandfather’s ashes. Please,

down at Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to him,

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

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

Jeremy, this is also

one child, and

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

Crash!

glass shattered and

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like a puppet without strings, losing

turned dark all of a sudden and the intense pain

“No!”

ashes that were gradually washed away by

against the uneven

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

her only glimmer of hope was completely

cried and laughed miserably, her red