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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.

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

Meredith’s actions. Not even tigers would prey on

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

have to hurt

making Madeline’s head ache with how loud she was being. Madeline stared

was Meredith’s plan all

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

Jeremy walked through the doors just as she began to rage

to cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried to

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 Jackson whose face was soaked with blood.

drained from her face as she stared at the man

man’s sinister gaze froze her before she could finish explaining herself. “You need to

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

Jeremy kicked her hard enough to

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as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet

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

in her vision and her mind

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

gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around

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

promise

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

be to do such a

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

she followed them to the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the wound

she watched a nurse rush out of

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

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

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

Haha.

not help but laugh at the scene before

how fake Meredith

very fake act turned into

walked over

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

said no, Jeremy. I can’t give my blood when

to wail, clutching Jeremy

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

bloom in the

she turned to the blood

the rare RhAB blood

waved off her initial concern

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

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to have Jeremy’s voice ring out suddenly

donated her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

reply, Madeline hid herself

know that

the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s

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.

was still present and the

the wall, she found Meredith on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she was

stepped back, hiding

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 let the thing die, then

two years ago! The only reason he’s still alive is

shocked by the words out of

these even the words of a

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

That was inhumane!

the fumes of anger, Madeline

around to see Madeline and her expression shifted

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

hand to slap

you? Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can

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

was suddenly held back by a unique notification on her phone. Reading its display, Meredith broke into a sinister and

pay for slapping me, Madeline. I’ll make your

she was right. She watched as Meredith undid her

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing

gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in time as

Meredith on the floor, her clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy quickly rushed over to carry her in

kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and

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terror, vividly creating the image of

had played the same old trick but still, he believed

had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could

face that she loved deeply. Yet,

Meredith, his cold,

gritted his teeth as he spat out these three syllables, each with an

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

had been pregnant with a child, but the child

you want your child and your grandfather to die

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

Meredith’s collar and slapped her

dare mention my grandfather and my child! Why were you not the

hurts!”

expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush over

force to finally push Madeline away and protect Meredith in

the wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that she could not straighten

who was still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl as

energy to explain and so turned away

felt a lot of pain from where the tumor was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one,

car door opened and out came a large man

are you doing? Let go of

her body became more and more unbearable

and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as soon as

looking cold and abstinent, so

in Meredith’s hand, Jeremy snatched it away, and seeing that

pain as well don’t you, Madeline? When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Meredith,

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

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

ordered and the car quickly

she endured the severe

will still say it. I

“Shut up!”

his terrifying

more word and I will throw you

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

that seemed

Jeremy got out of the car freely while Madeline

environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

why did you bring me

Jeremy’s back, but the

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

took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and then

her, noble and

teeth, her vision was being gradually blurred

with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his

let you experience for

“What?”

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

ordered, shaking

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

was a “boom” in Madeline’s head, then it

“No! Stop it!”

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

Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly from

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

hurt your son! Tell them

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

grave was quickly broken

felt as if she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes were blurry and her

It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger at me, just don’t touch my daughter and

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

out and

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

this is also your daughter,

Jeremy sneered. “I only have one child, and his name is

at the small pile of ashes in

Crash!

and the ashes were

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puppet without strings, losing

a sudden and

“No!”

desperately rushed towards the ashes that were gradually washed away by snow and

trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried

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

only glimmer

laughed miserably, her red