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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 skin

even tigers would prey on their young. How could Meredith do

used both

hurt my

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

this was Meredith’s plan all

downstairs and toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh

walked through the doors just as

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

into the house had been a complaint about how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the fruit

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

gaze froze her before she could finish

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

her hard enough to send

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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 by Mrs. Whitman

hell if anything happens to my grandson!”

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

spots appeared in her vision

to come after me all the time?” Meredith began

gaze swept over Madeline again before he

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

promise that solidified Madeline’s impending

and stood. Her 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

be to

innocent, potentially marred for life had Madeline’s chest

patch up the wound on her

she watched a nurse rush

off her face. “How is my son, nurse? Will

a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the

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

Haha.

could not help but laugh

was just how fake

this very fake act turned

he walked over

son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at

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

wail,

could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t

bloom in the space between

and she turned to the blood donation center without sparing

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

her initial concern about

of her blood, leaving her body too

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turned to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice ring

her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

reply, Madeline hid herself in

know that it was her

jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow

cold. Curling into herself by the corner, she watched Jeremy’s figure leave and vanish from sight, just as Madeline’s consciousness began

was still present and the wound on her forehead

on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she was about to inquire

stepped back, hiding

donate blood for 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 not go easy

eyesore. He should’ve died two years ago!

was shocked by the words out of Meredith’s

the words of a

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

That was inhumane!

suppress the fumes of anger, Madeline walked

Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

Madeline raised a hand to slap it across

their young! Yet you? Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him?

over Meredith’s features. “You b*tch! How could you hit

unique notification on her phone. Reading its display, Meredith broke into

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

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

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing

but most importantly, Jeremy arrived

her clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe, Jeremy quickly rushed over to

our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as

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

the same old trick but still,

looks, but she still could not get used to the murderous and

loved deeply. Yet, it no longer held the gentleness it once

Jeremy was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like eyes pierced

he spat out these

chill travel from the soles of

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

her fist and her feeble body suddenly

pulled up Meredith’s collar and slapped

mention my grandfather and my child! Why were you not the one who died, Meredith!

Jeremy, my face hurts!” Meredith screamed again

did not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind

him a bit of force to finally push Madeline away

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

leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced awl as it plunged into Meredith’s

physically and mentally. She also had no more energy to

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

and out came a large man who

are you doing? Let go of

in her body became more and

her into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s

was wearing a black coat, looking cold and abstinent, so

it away, and seeing that

Madeline? When you hurt my son with

asked in a cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he

tumor hurt so bad that

he ordered and the car quickly sped

where Jeremy was taking her but she endured the severe pain

will still say it. I didn’t hurt

“Shut up!”

his terrifying and

one more word and I will

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the window. The sky was overcast as

of road that seemed

stopped. Jeremy got out of the car freely while Madeline

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen in

why did you bring

asked facing Jeremy’s back, but the man

the dead child. She no longer had the strength to stand, and the bodyguard had

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

in front of her, noble and

here?” Madeline asked, gritting her teeth, her vision was being

his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in

for a moment, a

“What?”

only see the white snow falling from the sky,

ordered, shaking off Madeline

her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing the grave with stone hammers

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

“No! Stop it!”

gotten up and wanted to

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

you know fear? Why were you not afraid when

hurt your son! Tell

that had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over with salt in

he did not 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 eyes were blurry and her body trembled

Jeremy, please don’t! Alright, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have hurt your son and Meredith. It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger

at Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy, even accepting those baseless

even look at her. He reached out and took the

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

this is

daughter?” Jeremy sneered. “I only have one child, and his name is Jackson Whitman.

pile of ashes in the glass bottle

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes

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instantly like a puppet without strings, losing all

all of a sudden and the intense pain like her skin was peeling

“No!”

that were

her trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried to collect the remaining

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

only glimmer of hope was

red and