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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.

marred with a long wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to

not believe Meredith’s actions. Not even tigers would prey on their

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

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

head ache with how

was Meredith’s plan all

them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in

walked through the doors just as she

cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline

However, hearing Meredith’s words, his

face as she stared at the man walking toward herself. “It wasn’t

before she could finish explaining herself. “You need

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

hard

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as she fell onto the floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body

a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!”

Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head

spots appeared in her vision and her mind

to come after me all the time?” Meredith

terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around

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

promised Meredith, a promise

victoriously. Never would she have

evil must one be to do

so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had

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

nurse rush out

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

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

shifted slightly and she rushed to interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take all my blood if

Haha.

could not help but laugh at the scene before

just how

this very fake act turned into something magnificent in

walked over to Meredith.

Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes and followed the

doctor said no, Jeremy.

to wail, clutching Jeremy

be so cruel? Why can’t she

bloodlust bloom in

she turned to the

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

initial concern about the situation of her body

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

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to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice

donated her blood to my

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid

Jeremy would find it disgusting to know

crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow

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

present and the

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

immediately stepped back, hiding

tone drifted 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

should’ve died two years ago! The only reason he’s still alive is that

shocked by the

the words

be so fickle

That was inhumane!

to suppress the fumes of anger, Madeline walked out the

Madeline and her expression

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

raised a hand to slap it across

did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could a woman as

Meredith’s features. “You b*tch! How

was suddenly held back by a unique

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

right. She watched

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing away

most importantly, Jeremy arrived in time

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

fine,” She wailed, tears and

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threw herself into Jeremy’s arms in terror, vividly creating the image

old trick but still, he believed it without

long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not get used to the

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

was holding Meredith, his

he spat out these three syllables, each with an

felt a chill travel from the soles of her feet through her whole body.

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

want your child and your grandfather to

grandfather and the murdered child, Madeline suddenly clenched her fist

pulled up Meredith’s collar and

grandfather and my child! Why were you not

Jeremy, my face hurts!”

expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind

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

violently, her back hitting the wall behind her. The

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

mentally. She also had no more energy to explain

painkillers from her bag.

door opened and out came

are you doing? Let

pain in her body became

her into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold

was wearing a black coat, looking cold and

Jeremy snatched it away, and seeing that it

my son with a knife and

in a cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he

The area of the tumor hurt so bad that it

the car quickly sped on

but she endured the severe pain

won’t believe what I say, but I will still say it. I didn’t hurt

“Shut up!”

angrily, his terrifying

more word and I will throw you out

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

that seemed to be gradually

car stopped. Jeremy got out of the car

surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes

you bring

asked facing Jeremy’s back, but the

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

She took a deep breath,

front of her, noble and

here?” Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was being

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

experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s

ordered, shaking

a stone wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw

“boom” in Madeline’s head,

“No! Stop it!”

up and wanted to run

Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly from

you know fear? Why were you not

your son! Tell

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.

was quickly broken open and two urns, one large

not breathe anymore. Her

Meredith. It’s all my fault! You can vent your

bowing desperately to him, begging

He reached out and

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

is also your daughter,

only have one child, and his name is Jackson Whitman. As for

glanced at the small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened

Crash!

glass shattered and

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snapped instantly like a puppet without strings, losing

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

“No!”

rushed towards the ashes that were gradually

trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as

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

her only glimmer of hope was

laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes staring at