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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.

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

tigers would prey

her hands. Then she used both

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

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

Meredith’s plan all

them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson! How could you be so ruthless, Madeline Crawford? How could you attack a

through the doors just as she

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

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

beat and the blood drained from her face as she stared at

her before she could finish explaining

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

hard enough to

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stabbed into her and spread throughout her

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

as Mrs. Whitman pushed. This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead

spots appeared in her vision and

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

again before

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

promise

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

be to do such

thought of Jackson’s angelic appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had Madeline’s chest tightening

patch

nurse rush out of

tugged on the nurse, tears streaming off her face. “How is my son,

amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the

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

Haha.

could not help but laugh at

how

fake act turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

he walked over

Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes and followed the

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

to wail, clutching

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

bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

the

was just like Meredith’s, the rare RhAB blood type, she

initial

her blood, leaving her body

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heavy steps, she turned to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice ring out suddenly from

blood to my

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

reply, Madeline hid herself in

to know that it was her blood, but saving Jackson

in the corner, clenching her jaw 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 position

present and

her weight on the wall, she found Meredith on the phone, approaching the emergency

immediately stepped back, hiding behind

that thing. I don’t know where she came from but I hate it. She should’ve just let

damn eyesore. He should’ve died two years ago! The only reason he’s

shocked by the words out of

even the

still hers and Jeremy’s son. How could she be so

That was inhumane!

to suppress the fumes of anger, Madeline walked out the

movement, Meredith turned around to see Madeline and her expression

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

hand to

did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could a woman as evil as you exist

dark and wretched look glossed over Meredith’s

pounce on Madeline, Meredith was suddenly held back by a unique notification on her phone. Reading its display, Meredith broke into a

me, Madeline. I’ll make your

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

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing

began to gather, but most importantly, Jeremy arrived in time as

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

anything else, Jeremy. I just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and

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in terror, vividly creating

played the same old trick but still, he believed it

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

it was a face that she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer

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

spat out

a chill travel from the soles of

a child, but the child had died during her imprisonment. Since she’s also been a mother, why can’t she understand a mother’s feelings?” she said whilst

your child and

her fist and her feeble body suddenly

pulled up Meredith’s collar and slapped

still dare mention my grandfather and my child! Why were you not the one who died, Meredith! You are the most

my face hurts!” Meredith screamed

not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her

of force to finally push Madeline away and protect Meredith in his

back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that she could

who was still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl

energy to explain and so turned

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

car door opened and out came a

are you doing? Let go

pain in her body became

Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face

was wearing a black coat, looking cold and

medicine bottle in Meredith’s hand, Jeremy snatched it away, and seeing that

you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have

voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he

hurt so bad that

car quickly sped

but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man

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

“Shut up!”

terrifying and

and I will throw you

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out the window. The sky was

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

car stopped. Jeremy got out of the car freely while Madeline was dragged

surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes

why did you bring me

facing Jeremy’s back, but the man ignored

dragged to the grave she had built for her grandfather and the dead child. She

tumor was. She took

stood in front of her, noble and

gritting her teeth, her vision

his warm fingers.

you experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

did not understand. She could only see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance in her vision at this

suddenly ordered,

of chiseling a stone wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw

“boom” in Madeline’s head,

“No! Stop it!”

wanted to run to

Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears falling wantonly

but the man smiled lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were you not afraid when you hurt my

never hurt your

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

he did not ask anyone to stop. The grave was quickly broken open and two urns, one large and one small, were

if she could not breathe anymore.

and Meredith. It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger

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

her. He reached out and took the urn containing a small pile

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

this is also your

sneered. “I only have one child,

the small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and

Crash!

and

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instantly like a puppet without strings, losing

and the intense pain like her skin was peeling swallowed her

“No!”

ashes that were gradually washed away

trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven

flowing out of her palms,

like that, her only glimmer of hope was completely

and laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes