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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

Not even tigers would prey on their

only to be held back by Meredith who shoved the fruit knife into her hands. Then she used both her hands to grab Madeline’s right

did you have to hurt my son? Hurt me

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

was Meredith’s plan

Whitman rushing downstairs and toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson! How could you be

through the doors just as she began

Meredith began to cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried to kill our

the house had been a complaint about how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing

as she stared at the man walking toward herself. “It wasn’t me,

before she could finish explaining herself. “You need

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

that, Jeremy kicked her hard enough to

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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 again

hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman

her head

spots appeared in her vision and her

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

swept over Madeline again before he turned around to carry a

be fine.” Jeremy comforted Meredith as he marched

Meredith, a promise that solidified

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

one be

so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had Madeline’s

hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the

watched a nurse rush out

her face. “How is my son, nurse? Will

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

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

Haha.

but laugh at the

how fake Meredith

turned into something magnificent

he walked over to Meredith.

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

later. “The doctor said no, Jeremy. I

to wail, clutching Jeremy

our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she just hurt me? Why did she have to

Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in

and she turned to the blood donation center without sparing them

the rare RhAB blood type, she should

a quick inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial concern about the situation of her body posing a

her blood, leaving her body too

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steps, she turned to leave only to

just donated her blood to my

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself in the

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

the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass in

and vanish from sight, just as Madeline’s consciousness began to give.

still present and the wound on her forehead

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

immediately stepped back, hiding behind the

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

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

shocked by the words out of Meredith’s

even the words

How could she be so

That was inhumane!

suppress the fumes of anger,

around to see Madeline and her expression

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

to slap

only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how

dark and wretched look glossed over Meredith’s features. “You b*tch!

held back by a unique notification on her

you pay for slapping me, Madeline.

to try something and she was right. She watched as Meredith

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled,

to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived

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

just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at

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terror,

same old trick but still, he believed it without

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

face that she loved deeply. Yet,

moment, as Jeremy was holding Meredith,

spat out these three syllables,

soles of her feet

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

your child

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

collar

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

face hurts!”

Jeremy did not expect that Madeline would suddenly

force to finally push

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

who was still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was

more energy to explain and so turned away amidst the curses

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 of

came

are you doing?

and the pain in her body became more and more

stuffed her into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold

a black coat, looking cold and abstinent, so

hand, Jeremy snatched it away, and seeing that it

with a knife

Flicking his palm suddenly, he

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

car quickly sped on the

but she endured the severe pain

won’t believe what I say, but I will

“Shut up!”

his terrifying and malicious gaze

one more word and I will throw you out the

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

road that seemed to

out of the car freely while

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen in

did you

asked facing Jeremy’s back, but the man

she had built for her grandfather and the dead child.

the ground, clutching where the tumor was. She took

of her, noble and cold,

teeth, her vision was being gradually blurred by the

with his warm fingers. A terrifying

for

“What?”

only see the white snow falling from the

suddenly ordered, shaking off

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

“boom” in Madeline’s head, then it

“No! Stop it!”

wanted to run to stop them, but Jeremy

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

“Now you know fear? Why were you not afraid when

hurt your

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

ask anyone to stop. The grave was quickly broken open and two urns, one large and one small, were dug

if she could not breathe anymore. Her

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 grandfather’s ashes. Please, I beg

feet, bowing desperately to him, begging for

Jeremy did not even look at her. He reached out and took the urn containing a

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

this is

child,

small pile of ashes in the glass bottle

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes were

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instantly like a puppet without strings, losing all

world seemed to have turned dark all of a sudden and the intense pain like her skin was peeling swallowed her

“No!”

desperately rushed towards the ashes that were gradually washed away

against the uneven ground

ashes were gradually stained red from the blood flowing out of her palms, and then

only glimmer of hope

laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes staring