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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.

felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to

not believe Meredith’s actions. Not even tigers would prey on their young. How could Meredith do such a

her hands. Then she used both her hands to grab Madeline’s right and began to wail,

hurt my son? Hurt me instead, leave

lungs, making Madeline’s head ache

was Meredith’s plan all

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

the doors just as she began to

shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried to

However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes

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

sinister gaze froze her before she could

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

Jeremy kicked her hard enough to send her

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

anything happens to

weak on 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

in her

Jeremy! Why does Madeline have to come after

gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned

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

a promise that solidified

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

one be to

and innocent, potentially marred for life had

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

watched a nurse rush out

tears streaming off her face. “How is my

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

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

Haha.

laugh

just how fake

act turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

walked over to Meredith.

looked at Jeremy with teary eyes

minute later. “The doctor said no, Jeremy. I

to wail, clutching

do, Jeremy? What if our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she just hurt me? Why did she

bloodlust bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

to the blood donation center without

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

off her initial concern about the situation of her body posing

that, Madeline donated Jackson 500c.c worth of her

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leave only to have Jeremy’s voice

just donated her blood to my son? Which

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself in

know that it was her blood, but

and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass in front of

blood donation had left 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

in her body was still present and the wound on

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

stepped back, hiding behind the

happened to step up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she came from but I

a damn eyesore. He should’ve died two years ago! The only reason he’s still alive is that

shocked by the

even the

so

That was inhumane!

the fumes of

around to see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately.

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

raised a hand to slap it

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 as you

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

was suddenly held back by a unique notification on her

slapping me, Madeline. I’ll make your life a

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

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing

gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in time

her hair a mess like a frightened

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

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

the same old trick

disdainful and doubtful gazes on Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not

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

as Jeremy was holding Meredith,

out these

travel from the soles of her

time was leaning into Jeremy’s arms was crying nonstop. “Jeremy, how could Madeline 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?”

child and your

Madeline suddenly clenched her fist

Meredith’s collar and slapped her

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

hurts!”

Jeremy did not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind

to finally push Madeline away

violently, her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain

around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That

She also had no more energy to explain and so turned away amidst

way back, Madeline felt a lot of pain from where the tumor was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from her

door opened and out came a large man who grabbed

doing? Let

pain in her body became more and

the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s

a black coat, looking cold and abstinent,

hand, Jeremy snatched it away, and seeing that it was painkillers, he

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

voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he

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

and the car quickly sped

but she endured the severe

but I will still say it.

“Shut up!”

interrupted angrily, his terrifying

say one more word and I will throw you out the

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

that seemed to be

stopped. Jeremy got out of the car freely

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

you bring me

facing Jeremy’s back, but

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 pushed

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

her, noble and cold, his

Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her

chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender

for a moment,

“What?”

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

suddenly ordered,

immediately heard the sounds of chiseling a stone wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw

was a “boom” in

“No! Stop it!”

wanted to run

Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly

lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were you not afraid when you hurt my

I never 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 split moment. The deep

quickly broken open and two urns, one

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

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

to him, begging for mercy,

look at her. He reached out and took

the ashes in his hand in a daze. Her face

this is also your daughter,

one child,

small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened his

Crash!

shattered and the ashes were

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a puppet without strings, losing

world seemed to have turned dark all of a sudden and the intense

“No!”

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

the uneven ground as she tried to collect the remaining

flowing out of her palms, and then it melted away in the rain

her only glimmer

and laughed miserably, her red and