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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.

clench in pain. Blood began to leak out of the long

actions. Not even tigers would prey on

by Meredith who shoved the fruit knife into her hands. Then she used both her hands to

Why did you have to hurt my

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

Meredith’s

the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson! How could you be

the doors just as she

shake. “Jeremy! Madeline

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

and the blood drained from her face as she stared

man’s sinister gaze froze her before she could finish explaining

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

hard enough to

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abdomen crashed against the corner of the coffee table as she fell 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 before

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

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

spots appeared in her vision and

after me all the time?” Meredith began

gaze swept over Madeline again

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

promise that solidified Madeline’s

watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would

be to do such a merciless

cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had

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

she watched a nurse

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

of blood and we

shifted slightly and she rushed to interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take all my blood if it means you’ll save

Haha.

not help but laugh at the scene

just how fake Meredith

turned into

walked over

won’t let anything happen to our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked

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

to wail,

Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she just hurt

watched bloodlust bloom in the

she turned to the blood donation center without

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

the doctor waved off her initial concern about the situation of

worth of her blood, leaving her body too exhausted to

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to have Jeremy’s voice ring out suddenly from

woman just donated her blood to my son? Which

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid herself in the emergency

know that it was

the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass in

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

in her body was still present and the wound on her forehead

the wall, she found Meredith on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she was

back, hiding

just happened to step up and 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

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

shocked by the words out

these even the

could she be so fickle with her biological son’s life

That was inhumane!

the fumes of anger,

Meredith turned around to see Madeline and her

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

to slap it across

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

and wretched look glossed over Meredith’s features. “You

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

make you pay for slapping me, Madeline. I’ll make

that Meredith was about to try something and she was right. She watched as Meredith undid her updo

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled,

importantly, Jeremy arrived in

amiss and her hair a mess like a

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

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in terror, vividly creating

the same old trick but still, he believed it without

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

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

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

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

soles of her feet through her whole body. It was

was leaning into Jeremy’s arms was crying nonstop. “Jeremy, how could Madeline be so cruel? She told me that she herself had been pregnant with a child, but the child had died during

stop it! Do you want your child

clenched her fist and her feeble body

Meredith’s collar

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

face hurts!” Meredith

that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush over

force to finally push Madeline away and

violently, her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that she could not straighten

and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at

also had no more energy to explain and

way 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

came a large man who grabbed

doing? Let

body

her into the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face

wearing a black coat, looking cold and abstinent, so full of

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

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

in a cold voice. Flicking his palm suddenly, he threw the

turned pale. The area of the tumor hurt so bad that

and the car quickly

her but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a tough

will still say it. I didn’t hurt

“Shut up!”

interrupted angrily, his terrifying and malicious

I will throw

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

seemed to be gradually

the car freely while Madeline

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

you bring me

Jeremy’s back, but the man ignored

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

the ground, clutching where the tumor was. She took a

noble and cold, his aura was

teeth, her vision was

Madeline’s chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying

for a moment,

“What?”

only see the white snow falling

suddenly ordered, shaking off

She turned her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing the grave

“boom” in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

had gotten up and wanted to

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

but the man smiled lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were you not

I never hurt your son! Tell

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

was quickly broken open and two urns, one large and one

instantly felt as if she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes were

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

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

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

Her face was as white as paper, and she was clutching

this is

“I only have one child, and his

ashes in the glass bottle

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes

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like a puppet without strings,

and the intense

“No!”

the ashes that were gradually

cried sorrowfully, her trembling hands desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried to

of her palms, and then it melted away in the rain

her only glimmer of hope

her red and wet eyes staring at