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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.

in pain.

Meredith’s actions. Not even tigers would prey

the blood, only to be 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

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

ache with how loud

Meredith’s plan

Mrs. Whitman rushing downstairs and toward 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

walked through the doors just

Jeremy, Meredith began to cry and shake. “Jeremy!

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

fearful beat and the blood drained from her face as she

her before she

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

hard

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

I’ll make your life a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman warned harshly, before pushing Madeline

This time it was her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut on impact and blood began to leak

her vision and her mind

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

threatening and terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again before he

as he marched out.

promised Meredith, a promise that

smirk victoriously. Never would

must one be to do

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

Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the wound on her forehead, she immediately

a nurse rush out of the

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

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

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

Haha.

laugh at

just how fake Meredith

fake act turned

walked over to Meredith.

let anything happen to our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes and

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

began to wail, clutching Jeremy

could Madeline be so cruel?

Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the space between

the

just like Meredith’s, the rare

waved off her initial

her blood, leaving

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to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice ring out

donated her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid herself

afraid that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that it was her blood, but saving Jackson took

crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow

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 to give. It was already the following day when she woke. Her legs cramping from her position as she

her body was still present and the wound

found Meredith on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as

immediately stepped back, hiding

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

years ago! The only reason he’s still alive is

was shocked by the words

even the words of

Jeremy’s son. How could she be so fickle with her biological son’s

That was inhumane!

fumes of anger, Madeline

Meredith turned around to see Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why are you here,

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

a hand to slap it across Meredith’s

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

glossed over Meredith’s features. “You

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

for slapping me, Madeline. I’ll

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!”

bawled, climbing

importantly, Jeremy

like a frightened doe, Jeremy quickly rushed over to

Jeremy. I just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please, Madeline.

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

played the same old trick but still, he believed

accustomed to these looks, but she still could not get used to

her mind, it was a face that she loved deeply. Yet,

this moment, as Jeremy was holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like

out these

travel from the soles of her feet

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 understand

child and your grandfather

Madeline suddenly clenched her fist and her feeble body

collar and slapped her

mention my grandfather and my child! Why were you not

hurts!” Meredith

did not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose

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

hitting the wall behind her. The

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

more energy

out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one, a black car stopped

door opened and out came a large man

are you doing? Let go

body

man stuffed her into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as soon

coat, looking cold and

the medicine bottle in Meredith’s hand, Jeremy snatched it away,

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

cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the

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

the car quickly sped on the

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

I say, but I will still say it. I

“Shut up!”

terrifying and malicious gaze

more word and I will throw

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shut her mouth. She glanced out the window. The sky

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

the car freely while Madeline was

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen in

you

Jeremy’s back, but the man

had been dragged to the grave she had built for her grandfather and the dead child. She no longer had the strength to stand, and the bodyguard had pushed her toward the

where the tumor was. She took a

and cold,

her teeth, her vision was

chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender

you experience for a moment, a

“What?”

white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s appearance

ordered, shaking off

head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing the grave with stone

“boom” in

“No! Stop it!”

up and wanted to run to

smash it! Don’t!” Madeline cried,

around and begged Jeremy, but the man smiled lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were you not afraid

I never hurt your

to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and dense pain burrowed

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

she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes

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

Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to him,

did not even look at her. He reached out and took the urn containing a small

a daze. Her face was as white as

this is also your daughter,

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

in the glass bottle

Crash!

and the

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instantly like a puppet without

dark all of a sudden and the intense

“No!”

ashes that were gradually washed

sorrowfully, her trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground

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

that, her only glimmer

laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes staring at