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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.

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

would prey on their young. How could Meredith do

held back by 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

hurt my son? Hurt

top of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache with

was Meredith’s

scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock,

through the doors just as

to cry and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried

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, his expression

drained from her face as she stared at the man walking

her before she could finish

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

that, Jeremy kicked her hard enough to

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the corner of the coffee table as she fell onto the floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her

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

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

spots appeared in her vision and

to come after me all the time?” Meredith began to

over Madeline again before

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

promised Meredith, a promise that solidified

Never would she have

must one be to do such a merciless

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

the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the wound on

a nurse rush out of

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

the 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

interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take

Haha.

but laugh

was just how fake Meredith

act turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

he walked over

our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy

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

to wail, clutching

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

bloodlust bloom in

turned to the blood

rare RhAB blood type, she should be able

quick inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial

worth of her blood, leaving

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to leave only to have Jeremy’s

woman just donated her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid herself in

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

in the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as she saw

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

present and the wound on

the phone, approaching the emergency staircase,

immediately stepped back,

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

He should’ve died two years ago! The only reason he’s still alive is that

shocked by the

these even the words

was still hers and Jeremy’s son. How could she be so fickle with her biological son’s

That was inhumane!

fumes of

Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why are you

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

Madeline raised a hand to slap it

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

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

Meredith was suddenly held back by a unique notification on her

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

watched as Meredith undid her updo

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled, climbing

importantly,

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

tears and snot everywhere

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

played the same old trick but still, he believed it without

these looks, but she still could not get used

she loved deeply.

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

out these three syllables, each with

soles of her

herself had been pregnant with a child, but the child had died during her

you want your child and

the murdered child, Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and her feeble body suddenly

up Meredith’s collar and slapped

my grandfather and my child! Why were you

Jeremy, my face hurts!” Meredith screamed again and

did not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush

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

behind her. The immediate pain was so much so

turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl as it plunged

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

was. She trembled and took out the painkillers from her

opened and out came a large man

you doing? Let go of

her body became more and

the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face

wearing a black coat, looking cold and abstinent, so

Meredith’s hand, Jeremy snatched it

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

Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the

of the tumor hurt so bad that it made it

he ordered and the car

the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a tough and

know you won’t believe what I say, but I will still say it.

“Shut up!”

interrupted angrily, his terrifying

say one more word and I will

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the window.

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

the car freely while Madeline was dragged out of

environment,

why did you bring me

asked facing Jeremy’s back,

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

fell to the ground, clutching where the tumor was. She took a deep

front of her, noble and cold, his aura was inviolable and

Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her

pinched Madeline’s chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying

experience for a

“What?”

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

He suddenly ordered, shaking

wall. She turned her head abruptly

was a “boom” in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

She had gotten up and wanted to run to

Madeline cried,

but the man smiled lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were

I never hurt your son! Tell them to

were completely 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 and

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

breathe anymore. Her eyes were

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.

desperately to him, begging for mercy,

and took the urn containing a small

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

this is also

“I only have one child, and his name

ashes in the glass bottle

Crash!

glass shattered and the

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like a puppet without strings, losing

sudden and the intense pain like her skin was peeling

“No!”

the ashes that were gradually washed away

the uneven ground as she tried to collect the

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

glimmer of hope

cried and laughed miserably, her red and