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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.

angelic little cheeks marred with a long wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to leak out of the long gash,

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

the blood, only to be held back by Meredith who shoved the fruit knife into her hands. Then she used both her hands to

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

making Madeline’s head ache with how loud she

was Meredith’s

and toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in

through the doors just as she began to

Meredith began to cry and shake. “Jeremy!

complaint about how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the

drained from her face as

sinister gaze froze her before she could finish explaining herself. “You need to

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

hard enough to send her

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into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet

a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman warned harshly, before

Madeline found herself falling to the floor again as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that

in her vision and her

have to come after me all

again before he turned around to carry a pale

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

a promise that

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

evil must one be to do such a

so cute and innocent, potentially marred for

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

watched a nurse

tears streaming off her face. “How is my

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

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

Haha.

laugh at

how fake

turned

walked over

Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes and followed the

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

began to wail, clutching

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

bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

heart clenched and she turned to the blood donation center without sparing

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

waved off her initial concern about the situation of

her blood, leaving her

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she turned to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice

her blood to my son?

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

reply, Madeline hid herself

find it disgusting to know that it was

and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass in front of

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

body was still present and the wound on her

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

back, hiding

to step up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she came from but I hate it.

He should’ve died two years ago!

was shocked by the words out of

these even the words of

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

That was inhumane!

to suppress the fumes of

see Madeline and her

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

hand to slap it

Yet you? Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could a

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

was suddenly held back by a unique notification on her phone. Reading its

you pay for slapping me, Madeline. I’ll make your

something and she was right. She watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess it up, then fall back onto

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing

gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in time as

Meredith on the floor, her clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a

don’t want anything else, Jeremy. I just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and

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arms in terror, vividly

old trick but still, he believed it without

cast their disdainful and doubtful gazes on Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not get used

her mind, it was a face that she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer held the gentleness

as Jeremy was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like eyes pierced Madeline,.”Ma.

as he spat out these three syllables, each with an

travel from the soles of her feet through her whole body. It 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 mother, why can’t she

your child and your grandfather to die

her grandfather and the murdered child, Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and

collar and

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

hurts!” Meredith screamed

that Madeline would

finally push Madeline away

her. The immediate pain was so much so that

hugged Meredith who was still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl as it plunged into Meredith’s

no more energy to explain and so turned away amidst the curses of

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

opened and out came a large

you doing? Let go of

body

saw Jeremy’s cold face as

wearing a black coat, looking cold and

hand, Jeremy snatched it away, and

you, Madeline? When you hurt my son with

cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the

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

the car quickly sped on the

not know where Jeremy was taking her but she endured the severe pain

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

“Shut up!”

angrily, his terrifying

one more word and I will throw

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window. The sky was overcast as if it was going

that seemed to be gradually familiar, Madeline’s nerves slowly

out of the car freely while Madeline was

environment,

why did you bring me

asked facing Jeremy’s back, but

had been dragged to the grave she had built for her grandfather and the dead child. She no

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

in front of her, noble and

gritting her teeth, her vision

chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile

experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

She could only see the white snow falling from the

suddenly ordered, shaking off

head abruptly and saw several

a “boom” in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

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

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

Jeremy, but the man smiled lightly. “Now you

your son! Tell them

be covered over with salt in this split moment. The

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

instantly felt as if she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes were blurry and her

son and Meredith. It’s all my fault!

bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy,

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

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

is also your daughter,

sneered. “I only have one child, and his name is Jackson Whitman. As

the small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened his

Crash!

and the

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like a puppet without

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

“No!”

towards the ashes that were gradually washed

desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried

the blood flowing out of her

only glimmer of hope

and laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes