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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

would prey on their young.

fruit knife into her hands. Then she used

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

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

this was Meredith’s

Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God!

Jeremy walked through the doors just as she began

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

However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the fruit knife and Jackson whose face was soaked with blood. Instantly, his expression

beat and the blood drained from her face as she stared at

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

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

her hard enough

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

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

was her head that knocked against

her vision and

to come after me all

swept over Madeline again before he turned around to carry

he marched out. “Don’t worry, I’ll make

promised Meredith, a promise that solidified Madeline’s impending

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

one be to do such a merciless

angelic appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had Madeline’s

Allowing the doctor to quickly patch

watched a nurse

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

a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the hospital doesn’t have blood packets that fit your son. As his

I’ll do it! You can take all

Haha.

help but laugh

just how fake Meredith

very fake act turned into something

over

won’t let anything happen to our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy with

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

to wail,

be so cruel? Why can’t she just hurt me? Why

Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the

turned to the blood

Meredith’s, the rare RhAB blood type, she should be able to donate

her initial concern about the situation of her body posing

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

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heavy steps, she turned to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice ring

donated her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid herself

it disgusting to know that it was her blood, but

in the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching

Jeremy’s figure leave and vanish from sight, just as Madeline’s consciousness began to give. It was already the following day

body was still present and the wound on her

phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she

back, hiding behind the

don’t know where she came from but I hate it. She should’ve just let the thing die, then Jeremy

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

shocked by the words

the words of a

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

That was inhumane!

of

see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why are you

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

a hand to slap it

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

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

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

slapping me,

to try something and she was right. She watched as

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing

but most importantly,

her hair a mess like a

kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline

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in terror, vividly creating the

old trick but still,

to these looks, but she still could not get used to the murderous and cold

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

moment, as Jeremy was holding Meredith, his

out these three syllables, each with

chill travel from the soles of her feet through her whole body. It was

pregnant with a child, but the child had died during

stop it! Do you want your child

Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and her feeble body suddenly rushed towards Meredith with all

up Meredith’s collar and slapped her

you not the one who died, Meredith! You are the most

my face hurts!” Meredith screamed again

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

finally push Madeline

hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that she

Meredith who was still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike

no more energy to explain

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

car door opened and out came a

doing? Let

in her body became more and more unbearable as she

her into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face

coat, looking cold and abstinent, so

it away, and seeing that it was painkillers, he

you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have you ever thought that they

asked in a cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the painkillers

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

car quickly sped on

where Jeremy was taking her but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the

I will still say it. I didn’t hurt

“Shut up!”

terrifying and malicious

word and I will throw

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

that seemed to be gradually familiar, Madeline’s nerves

got out of the car freely

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen in

you bring me

facing Jeremy’s back, but the man

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

took a deep breath, enduring the

noble and cold, his aura was inviolable and

asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was

his warm fingers. A

you experience for a moment,

“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,

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

“boom” in

“No! Stop it!”

wanted to run to

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

you know fear? Why were you not afraid when you hurt

your son! Tell them

crumbling and her body that had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment.

ask anyone to stop. The grave was quickly broken open and two urns, one large and one

instantly felt as if she could not breathe anymore.

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

to him, begging for mercy, even accepting

her. He reached out and

at the ashes in his hand in a daze. Her face was as white

this is also your daughter,

only have one child, and his name is Jackson

ashes in the glass bottle and

Crash!

shattered and the ashes were

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snapped instantly like a puppet without strings,

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

“No!”

towards the ashes that were gradually washed away by snow and

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

gradually stained red from the blood flowing out of her palms,

that, her only glimmer of

laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes staring