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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.

the angelic little cheeks marred with a long wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood

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

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 out

did you have to hurt

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

was Meredith’s

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

Jeremy walked through the doors just as she began to

began to cry and shake. “Jeremy!

thought when he walked into 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. Instantly,

as she

her before she could

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

kicked her hard

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against the corner of the coffee 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

woman! I’ll make your life a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs.

was her head

her vision and her

heart hurts, Jeremy! Why does Madeline have to come after me

gaze swept over Madeline again

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

a promise that solidified

braced against the pain and stood. Her heart shook as she watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her own son’s face just to frame her, but that was the

one be to do such a

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

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

nurse rush

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

lost a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the hospital doesn’t have

“I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take all my blood if it means you’ll save my

Haha.

help but laugh at the scene

was just how fake Meredith

turned

he walked over

son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked

no, Jeremy. I can’t give my blood when I’m still on my

wail, clutching Jeremy

we do, Jeremy? What if our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t

bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

the blood

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

the doctor waved off her initial

worth of her

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heavy steps, she turned to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice ring out suddenly from

woman just donated her blood to my son? Which

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid herself

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

crouching as she

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 following day when she woke. Her legs cramping

was still present and

found Meredith on the phone, approaching the

stepped back, hiding behind the

I don’t know where she came from but I hate it. She

two years ago! The only reason he’s

was shocked by the words out of Meredith’s

the words

be so fickle with her biological son’s life just to make Jeremy hate

That was inhumane!

of anger,

to see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why are you here, Madeline,

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

raised a hand to slap

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

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

claws to pounce on Madeline, Meredith was suddenly held back by a unique notification on her

to make you pay for slapping me, Madeline.

and she was right. She watched as

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing away

gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in time

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

don’t want anything else, Jeremy. I just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please,

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

same old trick but

doubtful gazes on Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could

that she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer

Jeremy was holding Meredith,

out these

from the soles of her

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?” she said whilst

it! Do you want your child and your grandfather to die

clenched her fist and her feeble body suddenly rushed

collar and

my child! Why were you

my face hurts!” Meredith screamed again and

not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind

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

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

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

physically and mentally. She also had no more energy to explain and so

pain from where the tumor was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from her bag. As

door opened and out came a

you doing? Let

body became more

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

black coat, looking cold and abstinent,

Jeremy snatched it away, and seeing

When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have you ever thought that they would

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

area of the tumor hurt so bad that it made it hard for

car quickly sped on the

know where Jeremy was taking her but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a

I will still say it. I didn’t hurt your son, it

“Shut up!”

terrifying and

I will throw

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

seemed to

car stopped. Jeremy got out of the car freely while

surrounding environment,

you bring me

Jeremy’s back, but the man ignored

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

took a deep breath,

noble and cold, his

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

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

experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

snow falling

suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

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

in Madeline’s head,

“No! Stop it!”

wanted to run to

cried, tears

you know fear? Why were you

never hurt your son! Tell them to

had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and dense pain burrowed

was quickly broken open and two urns, one large and one small, were dug

as if she could not breathe anymore. Her

all my fault! You can vent

to him, begging for mercy, even accepting those baseless

did not even look at her. He reached out and

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

is also your daughter,

Jeremy sneered. “I only have one child, and

small pile of ashes in the glass

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes were

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puppet without

sudden and the intense pain like her skin was peeling swallowed her

“No!”

were gradually

hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried to collect

gradually stained red from the blood flowing out of her

that, her only glimmer of

her red and wet