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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.

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

actions. Not even tigers would prey on their young. How could

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

you have to hurt

lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with

this was Meredith’s plan all

Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock,

through the doors just as

Meredith began to cry and shake. “Jeremy!

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

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

gaze froze her before she could

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

her hard enough

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spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing

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

was her head that knocked

appeared in her vision

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

threatening and terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around to carry

as he marched out. “Don’t worry, I’ll

promise that

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

how evil must one be to do such a

appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for

doctor to quickly patch up the wound on her forehead,

watched a nurse rush out

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

least of the problems now. The child’s lost 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,

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

Haha.

help but laugh at

was just how

fake act turned into

over to Meredith.

looked at Jeremy

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

began to wail,

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

watched bloodlust bloom in the space

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,

waved off her initial concern about the situation of her body posing

of her blood, leaving her body too

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only to have Jeremy’s voice ring

woman just donated her blood to

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself

to know that it was

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

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

was still present and the wound

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

back,

tone drifted over. “Hmph. So some woman just happened to step up and donate blood for that thing. I don’t know where she came

two years ago!

by the words out of Meredith’s

even the words of a

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

That was inhumane!

to suppress the fumes of

Meredith turned around to see Madeline and her expression shifted

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

Madeline raised a hand to

your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him?

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

a unique

going to make you pay for slapping me,

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

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled,

began to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy

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

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

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

old trick but still, he believed it without

had cast their disdainful and 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 was giving

deeply. Yet, it no longer held

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

his teeth as he spat out these three syllables, each with an engulfing

travel from the soles of her feet through her whole

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

want your child and

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

Meredith’s collar and slapped her

dare mention my grandfather and my child! Why were you

hurts!” Meredith

suddenly and Jeremy did not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush over with so

force to finally push Madeline away and protect Meredith in

wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that

around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline.

was still hurting physically and mentally. She also had no more energy to explain and so turned away amidst the curses of

back, Madeline 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

and out came a large man who

are you doing?

her body

and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as

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

Flicking his palm suddenly,

hurt so bad that it made

he ordered and the car quickly sped on

severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a tough

I say, but I will

“Shut up!”

angrily, his terrifying and

more word and I will throw you out

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forced to shut her mouth. She glanced out the window. The sky was overcast as if it was going to

at the sections of road that seemed

of the car

environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

you bring me

back, but the man ignored

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

clutching where the tumor was. She took

stood in front of her, noble and cold, his aura was

teeth, her vision was being gradually

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

for a

“What?”

falling from the sky, obscuring

ordered,

wall. She turned her head

was a “boom” in Madeline’s head, then it

“No! Stop it!”

to

cried, tears

around and begged Jeremy, but the man smiled lightly. “Now you know fear? Why

hurt your son! Tell them to

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

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

could not breathe anymore. Her eyes were blurry and

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

bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy, even accepting those

at her. He reached out and took the urn containing a small pile of ashes into

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

Jeremy, this is

one child, and his name is Jackson Whitman. As for

in the glass bottle and

Crash!

glass shattered and the

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instantly like a puppet without strings, losing all

sudden and the intense pain like her skin was peeling

“No!”

rushed towards the ashes that were gradually washed away by snow

rubbing against the

red from the blood flowing out of her palms, and then it melted away in

her only glimmer of hope was completely

laughed miserably, her red