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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. Blood

tigers would prey on their young. How could Meredith do

immediately ran over to 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

to hurt my son? Hurt me instead, leave my

head ache with how loud she was being. Madeline stared

Meredith’s

the servants and 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

doors just as she began to rage

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

was so noisy. However, hearing

drained from her face as she

gaze froze her before she could

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

hard enough to send her

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fell onto the floor and shivered as the pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body

I’ll make your life a living hell if anything happens

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

her vision and her

heart hurts, Jeremy! Why does Madeline have to come after me all the time?”

swept over Madeline again before he turned around to

worry, our baby will be fine.” Jeremy comforted Meredith as he marched out.

promised Meredith, a promise that solidified

watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she

how evil must one be

thought of Jackson’s angelic appearance, so cute and innocent, potentially marred for life had Madeline’s chest

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

she watched a nurse rush out of the

off her face. “How

lost 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 my

Haha.

could not help but laugh at the scene before

how

act turned into

he walked over to

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

a minute later. “The doctor said no,

began to wail,

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

bloodlust bloom in the space between Jeremy’s

to the blood donation

rare RhAB blood type, she should be able

inquiry, the doctor waved off her initial concern about the situation of

500c.c worth of her blood, leaving her body too

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to leave only to

blood to

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid

afraid that Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that

in the corner, clenching her jaw and crouching

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 still present and the

on the phone, approaching the emergency staircase,

back, hiding behind the

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 easy on

ago! The only reason he’s still

the

the words of a

be so fickle with her biological son’s life just to

That was inhumane!

the fumes of anger, Madeline walked out

and her expression shifted immediately.

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

hand to

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 a woman as evil as you

dark and wretched look glossed over Meredith’s

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

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

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

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled,

most importantly, Jeremy arrived in time as

clothes amiss and her hair a mess like a frightened doe,

wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please, Madeline. I’m begging you.

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herself into Jeremy’s arms in terror, vividly

the same old trick but still, he believed

to these looks, but she

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

holding Meredith, his

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

soles of

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

stop it! Do you want your child and your

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

up Meredith’s collar and slapped

child! Why were you not

face hurts!” Meredith screamed

suddenly and Jeremy did not expect that Madeline would suddenly lose her mind and rush over with so

him a bit of force to finally push Madeline away and

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

leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a

more energy to explain and so turned away amidst the curses of the

took out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about

out came a large man

are you doing? Let go

hard and the pain in her body became more and more unbearable as

Madeline saw Jeremy’s cold face as soon as she looked

coat, looking cold and abstinent,

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

don’t you, Madeline? When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have

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

area of the tumor hurt so bad that it made it

and the car

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

will still say it.

“Shut up!”

terrifying

more word and I will throw you

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mouth. She glanced out the window. The sky was overcast as if it was going

sections of road that seemed to be gradually

of the car freely while Madeline was dragged

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

did you bring

back,

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

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

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

teeth, her

leaned over and pinched Madeline’s chin with his warm fingers. A

experience for a moment, a bitter

“What?”

could only see the white snow falling from the sky,

He suddenly ordered,

wall. She turned her head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing the grave with stone hammers and

“boom” in Madeline’s

“No! Stop it!”

wanted to run to stop them,

Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears falling

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

your son! Tell

long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered

he did not ask anyone to stop. The grave was quickly broken open and two urns, one large and

instantly felt as if she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes were blurry and her body trembled

Meredith. It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger at me, just

bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy, even accepting those baseless

not even look at her. He reached out and took the urn containing a small pile of ashes into

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

is also your daughter,

child,

of ashes in

Crash!

glass shattered and the ashes

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like a puppet without strings, losing all

dark all of a sudden and the intense pain

“No!”

rushed towards the ashes that were

cried sorrowfully, her trembling hands desperately rubbing against the

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

only glimmer of hope was

cried and laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes staring at