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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.

wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to leak out of the long gash,

even tigers would prey

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

How could you? Why did you have to hurt my son?

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

was Meredith’s

in shock, “Oh My God!

walked through the doors just as she began to rage at

Meredith began to cry and shake. “Jeremy!

so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the fruit knife and Jackson whose face was soaked with blood. Instantly,

blood drained from her face as she stared at the man walking toward herself. “It

her before she could finish

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

her hard

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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

I’ll make your life a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman warned harshly,

falling to the floor again as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her

appeared in her vision and her mind

come after me all the time?”

Madeline again

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

promise that

and stood. Her heart shook as she watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her

evil must one be to do such

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

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

nurse rush out

off her face. “How is my son, nurse?

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

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

Haha.

not help but laugh at the scene before

how fake

turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

he walked over to

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

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

began to wail,

our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why

bloodlust bloom in

heart clenched and she turned to the

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

initial concern about the situation of her body posing

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

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only to have

woman just donated her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid

that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that it was her

and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass in

vanish from sight, just as Madeline’s consciousness began to give. It was already the following day when she woke. Her legs cramping from her

body was still present and the wound on

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

back, hiding behind

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

ago! The

shocked by the words

these even the

so fickle with her biological son’s life just to

That was inhumane!

the fumes of anger, Madeline walked out

around to see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

raised a hand to slap

even tigers prey on their young! Yet you? 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

Meredith’s features. “You b*tch! How could

by a unique notification on

make you pay for slapping me, Madeline.

She watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess it up, then fall back onto the

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing

began to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived

amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy

wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please, Madeline.

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Jeremy’s arms in terror, vividly creating the image

played the same old trick but still, he believed it

doubtful gazes on Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not get used to the murderous and cold look Jeremy

face that she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer held the

this moment, as Jeremy was holding Meredith,

teeth as he spat out these

a chill travel from the soles of her feet through

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

want your child and your

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

pulled up Meredith’s collar and slapped her

child! Why were you

Jeremy, my face hurts!” Meredith screamed

that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind

took him a bit of force to finally

back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain was

glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a

had no more energy to

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

out came a large

you doing? Let go of

hard and the pain in her body became

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

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

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

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

a cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly,

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

and the car quickly sped on the

where Jeremy was taking her but she endured the severe

you won’t believe what I say, but I will still say it. I didn’t hurt your son,

“Shut up!”

interrupted angrily, his terrifying

one more word and I will throw

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

sections of road that seemed

stopped. Jeremy got out of the car freely while Madeline

surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

you bring me

back,

had 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

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

of her, noble and cold, his

her vision was being gradually blurred by

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

for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

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

ordered, shaking off

She turned her head

in

“No! Stop it!”

gotten up and wanted to run to stop them, but

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

lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were

your son! Tell them

seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and dense pain burrowed into her

to stop. The grave was quickly broken open and two urns,

instantly felt as if she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes

fault! You can vent your anger at me, just don’t

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

her. He reached out and

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

is also your daughter,

child, and his name

pile of ashes in the glass

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes were

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snapped instantly like a puppet without strings, losing all

sudden and the intense pain like

“No!”

towards the ashes that were gradually washed away by snow and

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

ashes were gradually stained red from the blood flowing out of

her only glimmer

red