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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.

in pain. Blood began to leak out of the long gash, staining the fair

even tigers would prey on

Then she used both her hands to grab Madeline’s right and began to wail, all while holding Madeline tight enough that she could not struggle out of

you have to hurt

yelled from the top of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with how loud she was being. Madeline stared at

this was Meredith’s plan all

Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson! How

the doors just as she began

Meredith began to cry and shake.

However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the fruit knife and Jackson whose face was soaked

drained from her face as she stared at the man walking toward herself. “It wasn’t me, Jeremy! I

before she

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

kicked her hard enough to

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floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout

anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman warned harshly, before pushing Madeline

Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on

her vision and her mind

Jeremy! Why does Madeline have to come after me all the

again before he turned around to carry

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

Meredith, a promise that solidified Madeline’s impending

as she watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she

be

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

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

she watched a nurse

on the nurse, tears streaming off her face.

lost a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the hospital doesn’t have blood packets that fit your son. As his

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

Haha.

could not help but laugh at

just how fake Meredith

turned into something magnificent

walked over to Meredith.

our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary

not a minute later. “The doctor said no, Jeremy. I can’t

to wail, clutching

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

bloodlust bloom in the

clenched and she turned to the

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

inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial concern about the

of her blood, leaving her body

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she turned to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice

donated her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

Madeline hid herself in the

find it disgusting to know that

crouching as she saw

from the cold. Curling into herself by the corner, she watched Jeremy’s figure leave and vanish from sight, just as Madeline’s

her body was still present

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

immediately stepped back, hiding behind the

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 just let the thing die, then Jeremy definitely would

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

shocked by the words

these even the

was still hers and Jeremy’s son. How could she be so fickle with her biological son’s life

That was inhumane!

of anger, Madeline walked out the

and her expression shifted immediately. “Why

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

to slap it across Meredith’s

own son’s cheek open, how can you

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

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

for slapping me, Madeline. I’ll make your

that Meredith was about to try something and she was right. She watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess it up, then

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing away

most importantly, Jeremy arrived

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

She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as

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herself into Jeremy’s arms in terror, vividly

same old trick but

Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not

that she loved deeply. Yet, it

Jeremy was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like

gritted his teeth as he spat out

travel from the soles of her feet through her whole

Madeline be so cruel? She told me that she herself had been pregnant with a child, but the child had died during her imprisonment.

you want your child and your grandfather

clenched her fist and her feeble body suddenly rushed towards Meredith

collar and slapped

were you not the one who died, Meredith!

my face hurts!” Meredith

Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush

finally push

was pushed violently, her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that she could not straighten

glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl as

energy to explain and so turned away amidst the curses of the

out the painkillers from her bag. As she was

car door opened and out came a large man who grabbed

are you doing? Let go of

hard and the pain in her body

Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as soon as she looked

black coat, looking cold

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

son with

in a cold voice. Flicking his

so bad that it made it hard for her

the car quickly

endured the severe pain whilst she looked at

won’t believe what I say, but I will still

“Shut up!”

his terrifying

and I will

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

sections of road that seemed

of the car freely while Madeline was dragged

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s

why did you

back, but the man

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

tumor was. She took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and then she raised her

her, noble and

Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was being gradually blurred by the

over and pinched Madeline’s chin with his warm fingers. A

you experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

not understand. She could only see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance in her vision at

suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

wall. She turned her head

was a “boom” in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

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

Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly

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

I never hurt your

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

quickly broken open and two

she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes

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

feet, bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy, even

not even look at her. He reached out and

in his hand in a daze. Her face was as

is

child, and his name

glanced at the small pile of ashes in the glass

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes were

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instantly like a puppet without strings,

all of a sudden and the intense pain like her skin

“No!”

that were gradually washed away by snow and

cried sorrowfully, her trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground

ashes were gradually stained red from the blood flowing out of her palms, and then it melted away in the rain and

like that, her only glimmer of hope was completely

laughed miserably, her red and