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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.

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

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

help Jackson stop 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

you have to hurt my son? Hurt

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

was Meredith’s plan all

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 a

Jeremy walked through the doors just as she began

Meredith began to cry and shake. “Jeremy!

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

heart skipped a fearful beat and the blood drained from her face as she stared at the man walking toward

gaze froze her before she could

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

that, Jeremy kicked her hard enough to send

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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

anything happens to

her head that knocked against the coffee table. Her forehead was cut

spots appeared in her vision and

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

again before he turned

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

promise that solidified Madeline’s

she watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected

evil must one be to do such a

appearance, so cute and innocent,

hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up the wound on her

a nurse rush out of the

the nurse, tears streaming off her face.

is the 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 blood packets that fit

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

Haha.

could not help but laugh at the scene

was just how

this very fake act turned into something magnificent

walked over

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

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

wail, clutching

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

Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in

the blood donation

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

doctor waved off her initial concern about the situation of

worth of her blood, leaving her body too exhausted to

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leave only to have Jeremy’s

just donated her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid herself in the emergency

afraid that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that

in the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching as

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

body was still present and the wound on her forehead

the phone, approaching the emergency staircase, just as she was about to inquire about Jackson’s

back,

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

a damn eyesore. He should’ve died two years ago!

was shocked by the words out of Meredith’s

the words

she be so fickle with her biological son’s

That was inhumane!

suppress the fumes of anger, Madeline walked out

Madeline and her expression shifted immediately. “Why

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

raised a hand to slap it

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

look glossed over Meredith’s

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

for slapping me,

about to try something and she was right. She watched as Meredith

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled,

importantly, Jeremy

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

and snot everywhere as

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arms in terror, vividly creating

old trick but still, he believed

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

face that she loved deeply. Yet, it

was holding Meredith, his cold,

teeth as he spat out these three syllables, each

travel from the soles of her feet

pregnant with 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 looking

child and

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

up Meredith’s collar and

child! Why were you not the one who died, Meredith! You are the

Jeremy, my face hurts!” Meredith

Madeline would

took him a bit of force to finally

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

around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That

hurting physically and mentally. She also had no more energy to explain and so turned away amidst the

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

door opened and out came a

are you doing? Let go

in her body became more and more unbearable

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

looking cold and abstinent,

Meredith’s hand, Jeremy snatched it away, and seeing

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

asked in a cold voice. Flicking his palm

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

and the car quickly sped on

she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a

say, but I will still say it. I didn’t hurt

“Shut up!”

terrifying and malicious

say one more word and I will throw you out

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window. The sky was overcast as if it was

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

car freely while Madeline was dragged out

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

you bring

Jeremy’s back, but

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

to the ground, clutching where the tumor was. She took a deep breath, enduring the pain, and then she raised

noble and cold, his aura was inviolable and

her teeth, her vision was being

his warm

you experience for a moment,

“What?”

only see the white snow falling

ordered, shaking off

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

a “boom” in

“No! Stop it!”

She had gotten up and wanted to run to stop

cried, tears falling

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

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 her bone

grave was quickly broken open and two urns, one large

anymore. Her eyes

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

down at Jeremy’s feet, bowing desperately to

and took the urn containing

a daze. Her face was as

this is

child,

at the small pile of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes

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snapped instantly like a puppet without strings, losing all

to have turned dark all of a sudden and the intense pain like

“No!”

were gradually washed away by snow and

the uneven ground as she tried

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

that, her only glimmer of

laughed miserably, her red