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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

Not even tigers would prey

ran over to 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

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

of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with how loud she was being. Madeline stared at Meredith

this was Meredith’s

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? How could you

just

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

so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the fruit

and the blood drained from her face as she stared at the man walking toward herself. “It wasn’t

she could finish explaining herself.

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

kicked her hard enough to send

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and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet with difficulty, she was

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

her feet, Madeline found herself falling to the floor again as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on

spots appeared in her vision

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

threatening and terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around

comforted Meredith as he marched out. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the culprit

promised Meredith, a promise that solidified Madeline’s impending

she watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected

must one be to do

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

quickly patch up the

a nurse rush out

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

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

to interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take all my blood if it

Haha.

but laugh at the scene before

just how

fake act turned into something magnificent in

he walked over to

looked at Jeremy with

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

to wail, clutching Jeremy

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

Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

and she turned to the blood donation

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

her initial concern about

donated Jackson 500c.c worth of her blood,

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

just donated her blood to my son? Which

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid

was afraid that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that it

corner, clenching her jaw and crouching

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

in her body was still present and the wound on her

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

back,

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

should’ve died two years ago!

was shocked by the

these even the words of

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

That was inhumane!

the fumes of anger, Madeline walked

see Madeline and her

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

to

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

glossed over Meredith’s

her claws to pounce on Madeline, Meredith was suddenly held back by a unique notification on

for slapping me, Madeline. I’ll

about to try something and she was right. She watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing away

to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in time

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

be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot

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terror, vividly creating the image

same old trick but still, he believed it without

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

loved deeply. Yet, it

was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like

as he spat out

soles of her feet through her whole

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?” she said whilst

Do you want your child and your

child, Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and her feeble

Meredith’s collar and slapped

you not the one who

Jeremy, my face hurts!” Meredith screamed

Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and

of force to finally push Madeline away and protect Meredith in his

hitting the wall behind her. The

Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance

mentally. She also had no more energy to

trembled and took out the painkillers

door opened and out came a large man who

doing? Let go

hard and the pain in her body

and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold

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

snatched it away, and seeing that it was painkillers,

you hurt my son with a knife and

in a cold voice. Flicking his palm

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

car quickly sped on the

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

what I say, but I will still say it. I didn’t hurt your son, it was

“Shut up!”

terrifying

one more word and I will throw

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

the sections of road that seemed to be gradually familiar, Madeline’s nerves

the car freely while Madeline was dragged

surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

why did you bring me

Jeremy’s back, but

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

took a deep breath,

front of her, noble and cold, his

her teeth, her vision was being gradually blurred by the

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

let you experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

She could only see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance

He suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

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

in Madeline’s

“No! Stop it!”

wanted to run to stop them,

Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly

around and begged Jeremy, but the man smiled lightly. “Now you know

hurt your son! Tell

emotions were completely crumbling and her body that had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and dense pain burrowed into

broken open and two urns, one

not breathe anymore. Her eyes were

Alright, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have hurt your son and Meredith. It’s all my fault! You can vent your

down at Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to

and took the urn containing a small pile of ashes

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

Jeremy, this is also your daughter,

only have one child, and his name is Jackson

pile of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes

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a puppet without strings,

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

“No!”

rushed towards the ashes that were gradually washed

the

of

glimmer of hope was completely

and laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes staring