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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.

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

Not even tigers would prey on their young. How could Meredith do such a

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 enough that she could not

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

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

Meredith’s plan

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

walked through the doors just as she began to

Meredith began to cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline

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

fearful beat and the blood drained from her face as she

before she could

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

her hard enough to send her

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and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back

life a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman

This time it was her head that

her vision and

come after me all the time?” Meredith began to

swept over Madeline again before he turned

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

Meredith, a promise that

around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her own son’s face just to frame her, but that was

be to do

cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had Madeline’s chest tightening

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

nurse

off her face. “How is my son,

of blood and we need an infusion, but

it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take all my blood if it means you’ll

Haha.

but laugh

how fake

turned into something

walked over to

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

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

wail, clutching

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

bloom

clenched and she turned to the blood donation center without

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

doctor waved off her initial concern about the

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

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turned to leave only to

donated her blood to my son?

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

reply, Madeline hid

that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that it was

crouching as she

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

present and the

phone, approaching the emergency

stepped back, hiding behind

over. “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

died two years ago! The only reason he’s still

shocked by the words

these even the

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

That was inhumane!

fumes of anger, Madeline walked out the

Meredith turned around to see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately.

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

hand to

prey on their young! Yet you? Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How

dark and wretched look glossed over Meredith’s features. “You b*tch! How could you hit

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

me, Madeline. I’ll make your life a

watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess it up, then

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled,

to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in

on the floor, her clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe,

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

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arms in terror, vividly creating the image

old trick

and doubtful gazes on Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could

her mind, it was a face that she loved deeply. Yet, it no

this moment, as Jeremy was holding Meredith, his

his teeth as he spat out these three

the soles of her feet through her

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?” she said whilst looking at Madeline, her tears

your child and your

murdered child, Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and her feeble body suddenly rushed towards

collar

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

face hurts!”

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

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

hugged Meredith who was still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at

more energy to explain and

took out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one,

and out came a

you doing?

the pain in her body became

Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as soon

looking cold and

Jeremy snatched it away, and seeing that it was

Madeline? When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied

voice. Flicking his palm

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

the car

where Jeremy was taking her but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a tough and

I say, but I will still say it. I

“Shut up!”

terrifying and

say one more word and I will throw

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

that seemed to be gradually familiar,

got out of the car freely while Madeline was dragged

at the surrounding environment,

why did you

asked facing Jeremy’s back,

had been dragged to the grave she had built for her grandfather and the dead child. She

clutching where the tumor was. She took a deep

her, noble and

here?” Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was being gradually blurred by the

and pinched Madeline’s chin with his warm

you experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

not understand. She could only see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance in her vision at this

He suddenly ordered,

wall. She turned her head

in

“No! Stop it!”

gotten up and wanted to run to stop them, but Jeremy grabbed

it! Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears

Jeremy, but the man smiled lightly. “Now you know fear?

hurt your son!

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

did not ask anyone to stop. The grave was quickly broken open and

she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes were blurry and her body

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.

Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to him, begging

He reached out and

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

Jeremy, this is also

sneered. “I only have one child, and his name is Jackson Whitman. As

glanced at the small pile of ashes in the

Crash!

and

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puppet without strings, losing all

have turned dark all of a sudden and the intense pain like her skin

“No!”

that were gradually washed away by

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

stained red from the blood flowing out of her

only glimmer of hope was completely

cried and laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes