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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

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

be held back by Meredith who shoved the fruit knife into her 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 not struggle

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

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

was Meredith’s plan

scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson!

the doors just as

cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline

so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the

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

man’s sinister gaze froze her before she could finish

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

Jeremy kicked her hard enough to send her

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table as she fell onto the floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet with difficulty, she was slapped

a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs.

time it was her

her vision

Jeremy! Why does Madeline have to come after me all

again before he

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

a promise that solidified

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

one be to do such a merciless

appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for

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

watched a nurse rush out

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

of blood and we need an infusion, but the

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

Haha.

help but laugh

was just how fake

this very fake act turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

he walked over

looked at Jeremy with teary eyes and followed the nurse

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

wail, clutching Jeremy

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

bloodlust bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

to the blood donation center without sparing them another

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

her initial concern about the situation of her body posing

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

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

woman just donated her blood to my son?

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

Madeline hid herself

find it disgusting to know that it was her blood, but saving

the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as

ached and the 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

pain in her body was still present and the

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

stepped back,

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

He should’ve died two years ago! The

by the words out

the words

hers and Jeremy’s son. How could she be so fickle with her

That was inhumane!

fumes of

and her expression shifted

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

to slap it

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

over Meredith’s features.

Meredith was suddenly held back by a unique

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

something and she was right. She watched

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing away

but most importantly,

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

else, Jeremy. I just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere

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in terror, vividly

same old trick but still, he

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

deeply. Yet, it

Jeremy was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like eyes pierced

spat out these three

of her feet

been pregnant with a child, but the child had

stop it! Do you want your child and your grandfather to die without

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

up Meredith’s collar and

grandfather and my child! Why were you not the one who died, Meredith!

hurts!”

and Jeremy did not expect that Madeline

bit of force to finally push

her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much

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

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

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, a black car stopped in front of her all

door opened and out came a large man who grabbed

are you doing? Let

her body became

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

was wearing a black coat, looking cold and abstinent, so full

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

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

cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the

the tumor hurt so bad that it made it hard

the car quickly

but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with

I know you won’t believe what I say, but I will

“Shut up!”

angrily, his terrifying and malicious gaze

more word and I will throw

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She glanced out the window. The sky was

seemed to be gradually familiar,

car freely while Madeline was

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes

you bring me

Jeremy’s back, but the man

dead child. She no longer had

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

of her, noble and cold, his aura

Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was

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

you experience for a moment, a

“What?”

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

suddenly ordered, shaking

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

was a “boom” in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

She had gotten up and wanted to run to stop

smash it! Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly

“Now you

never hurt your son! Tell them

seemed to be covered over

broken open and

felt as if she could not breathe anymore.

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

down at Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy, even accepting those baseless

out and took the urn containing a small pile of ashes into

Her face was as white as paper, and she was clutching at his

this is

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

of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly

Crash!

and

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puppet without

and the intense pain like her

“No!”

that were gradually washed away by snow

against the uneven ground as she tried to collect the

blood flowing out of

like that, her only glimmer of

miserably, her red