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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.

clench in

tigers would prey on their young. How could Meredith do such a

immediately 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 grab Madeline’s right

have to hurt my son? Hurt me instead, leave my

lungs, making Madeline’s head ache

was Meredith’s

rushing downstairs and toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson!

the doors just as she began to

to cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried

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

and the blood drained from her face as

her before she could finish

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

Jeremy 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 slapped again by Mrs. Whitman before

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

the floor again as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on impact and blood began

spots appeared in her

hurts, Jeremy! Why does Madeline have to come after me all the time?” Meredith began to wail

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

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

Meredith, a promise that solidified

pain and stood. Her heart shook as 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 that

be

of Jackson’s angelic appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for

hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the wound on her forehead, she immediately

she watched a nurse

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

a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the hospital doesn’t have blood packets

she rushed to interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You

Haha.

but laugh at the scene

just how fake Meredith

fake act turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

walked over

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

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

began to wail,

What if our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she just

bloodlust bloom

and she turned to the blood donation

that her blood type was just like Meredith’s, the rare RhAB

off her initial concern about the situation of her body posing

of her blood, leaving her

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to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice ring out suddenly

donated her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid herself in the emergency

to know that it was her blood, but saving Jackson took

jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass

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 from her position as she stood with

in her body was still present and the

approaching the emergency staircase,

back, hiding

to step up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where

two years ago! The only reason he’s

shocked by the words out of

even the words

she be so fickle with her biological son’s

That was inhumane!

to suppress the fumes of anger, Madeline

Madeline and her expression

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

raised a hand to slap it across

Not even tigers 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 could a woman as evil

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

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

make you pay for slapping me,

right. She watched as Meredith

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing

began to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in time as

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

want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please, Madeline. I’m begging

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in terror, vividly creating the image

old trick but still, he believed it without

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

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

this moment, as Jeremy was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like eyes

he spat out these three syllables, each with an engulfing

soles of her feet through her whole body.

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?” she said

Do you want your child and your grandfather to die without

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

Meredith’s collar and slapped

you not the one

Jeremy, my face hurts!”

did not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush over with so

of force to finally

behind her. The immediate pain was

and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl as it plunged into Meredith’s

energy to explain and so turned away amidst

the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one, a black car stopped in front of her all of

came a

are you doing? Let

pain in her body became more and

her into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s

wearing a black coat, looking cold and abstinent,

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

well don’t you, Madeline? When you hurt my son with a

in a cold voice. Flicking his

so bad that it made it hard

and the car quickly sped on

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

say, but I will still say it.

“Shut up!”

his terrifying and

and I will

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

road that seemed to be gradually familiar, Madeline’s nerves slowly

Jeremy got out of the car freely while Madeline was

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

did you

facing Jeremy’s back, but the man ignored

she had built for her grandfather and the dead child. She no

to the ground, clutching where the tumor was. She took a deep breath, enduring

and cold, his

asked, gritting her teeth, her

chin with his warm fingers. A

experience for a

“What?”

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

He suddenly ordered,

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

in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

gotten up and wanted to run to stop them, but

cried, tears

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

your

riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered

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

anymore. Her

please don’t! Alright, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have hurt your son and Meredith. It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger at me, just don’t touch my daughter and my

Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to him, begging for

not even look at her. He reached out and took the

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

this is

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

glanced at the small pile of ashes in the glass bottle

Crash!

shattered and the ashes were

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snapped instantly like a puppet without

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

“No!”

desperately rushed towards the ashes that were gradually washed away

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

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

that, her only glimmer of hope was completely

and laughed miserably, her red