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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

not believe Meredith’s actions. Not even tigers would prey on their young.

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 that she could not struggle out of the

How could you? Why did you have to hurt my

her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache

was Meredith’s plan

servants and Mrs. Whitman rushing downstairs and toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My precious grandson! How

walked through the doors just as

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

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

beat and the blood drained from her face as she stared

froze her before she could finish explaining

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

kicked her hard

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floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet

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 that

spots appeared in her vision and her mind

come after me

gaze swept over Madeline again before he

as he marched out. “Don’t

a promise that solidified Madeline’s impending

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 that was the

evil must one be to do such

appearance, so cute and innocent,

she followed them to the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the wound on her forehead, she immediately went

watched a nurse rush out of the

face. “How is my son,

of blood and we need

to interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You can take all my blood

Haha.

but laugh

was just how fake Meredith

very fake act turned into something magnificent in

over to

our son, Jeremy!” Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes

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

wail, clutching Jeremy

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

that, Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

turned to the blood donation center without sparing

the rare RhAB blood type,

inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial concern

that, Madeline donated Jackson 500c.c worth of her blood, leaving her body

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turned to leave only to

donated her blood to my son?

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

Madeline hid

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

clenching her jaw and crouching

ached and the blood donation had left 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 stood with a hand braced

pain in her body was still present and the wound

phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as

back, hiding behind the

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

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

the words out of

even the words of

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

That was inhumane!

of anger, Madeline walked out

and her expression shifted immediately.

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

Madeline raised a hand to

you? Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you

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

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

about to try something and she was right. She watched

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled,

most importantly, Jeremy arrived

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

and snot everywhere as she stared

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Jeremy’s arms in terror, vividly creating the image

had played the same old trick

Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not get used to the murderous and cold

her mind, it was a face that she loved deeply. Yet, it no longer held the gentleness it

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

out these three syllables, each with

of her feet

a child, but the child had died during her imprisonment. Since she’s also been a mother,

want your child

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

Meredith’s collar and slapped

you not the one who died, Meredith! You are

Jeremy, my face hurts!” Meredith screamed again and

did not expect that Madeline

finally push Madeline away and

her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain

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

no more energy to explain and so turned away

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

came a large man who grabbed

doing? Let go of

in her body became more and more

Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as soon as she

looking cold and

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

know pain as well don’t you, Madeline? When you hurt my son with a

cold voice. Flicking his palm

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

ordered and the car quickly sped on the

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

will still say it.

“Shut up!”

angrily, his terrifying and

and I

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mouth. She glanced out the window. The sky

seemed to be gradually familiar, Madeline’s

car freely while Madeline was dragged out of

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

did you bring

asked facing Jeremy’s back,

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

She took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and then she raised her

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

her teeth, her vision

with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile

you experience for

“What?”

the white snow falling from

ordered, shaking off

a stone wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards

“boom” in Madeline’s head, then it

“No! Stop it!”

up and wanted to run to stop them, but Jeremy grabbed

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

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

never hurt your son! Tell

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 dense pain

quickly broken open and two

if she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes

shouldn’t have hurt your son and Meredith. It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger at me,

knelt down at Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to him, begging for

even look at her. He reached out and took the urn

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

Jeremy, this is also

child, and

pile of ashes in

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes were

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snapped instantly like a puppet without strings, losing

have turned dark all of a sudden and the intense pain

“No!”

the ashes that were gradually

against the uneven ground as

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

her only glimmer of

her red and wet eyes staring at