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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.

angelic little cheeks marred with a long wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began to leak out of the long gash, staining the fair skin

prey on their young. How could

stop the blood, only to be held back by Meredith who shoved the fruit knife into her hands. Then she used

have to hurt my son? Hurt me

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

this was Meredith’s

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

through the doors just

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

However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes

heart skipped a fearful beat and the blood drained from her face as she

froze her before she could finish explaining

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

her hard enough to send her

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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 throughout her body in waves. Climbing back

life a living hell if anything happens to my grandson!” Mrs. Whitman warned harshly, before

was her head that knocked against

appeared in her vision and her

after me

and terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again

comforted Meredith as he marched out.

promise that solidified

smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith to cut her own son’s face just to

be to do

thought of Jackson’s angelic appearance, 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

nurse rush

her face. “How is

a fair amount of blood and we need

rushed to interrupt. “I’ll do it, Nurse. I’ll do it! You

Haha.

laugh at the

how

this very fake act turned into

over to

Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes and followed the

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

wail, clutching

we do, Jeremy? What if our baby dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she just hurt me? Why did she have to hurt our

Madeline watched bloodlust bloom in the space between

the blood donation

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

initial concern

that, Madeline donated Jackson 500c.c worth of her blood, leaving her body too exhausted to even

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turned to leave only to

her blood

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

hid herself

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

jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass

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

in her body was still present and the

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

immediately stepped back,

know where she came from but

two years ago! The only

shocked by the words

these even the words

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

That was inhumane!

the fumes of anger, Madeline

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

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

to

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

look glossed over Meredith’s features.

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

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

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

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

bawled,

to gather, but most importantly,

her hair a mess like a

fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please,

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into Jeremy’s arms in terror, vividly creating the image of

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

deeply. Yet, it no longer

holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like eyes

he spat out these three syllables, each with an engulfing

soles of her feet through her whole

She told me that she herself had been pregnant with a child, but the child had died during her imprisonment. Since she’s

stop it! Do you want your child and your grandfather to

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

collar and slapped

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

face hurts!” Meredith screamed again

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

bit of force to finally

behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that

he glanced at

mentally. She also had no more energy

was. She trembled and took out the painkillers

came

doing? Let go of

hard and the pain in her body

saw Jeremy’s cold face

a black coat, looking cold and abstinent,

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

son with a knife and bullied Meredith,

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

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

ordered and the car quickly sped

did not know where Jeremy was taking her but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with a

I say, but I will still say it.

“Shut up!”

interrupted angrily, his terrifying and malicious

one more word and I will throw you out the

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

the sections of road that seemed to be

got out of the car freely while Madeline was

at the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes

you bring

facing Jeremy’s back, but

her grandfather and the dead child. She no

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

her, noble and cold, his

teeth, her vision was being gradually

and pinched Madeline’s chin with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender and

experience for a moment, a

“What?”

She could only see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring

suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

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

in

“No! Stop it!”

gotten up and wanted to

Don’t!” Madeline cried, tears

you know fear? Why were you not afraid when

hurt your son!

completely crumbling and her body that had long been riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered

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

breathe anymore. Her eyes

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 ashes. Please,

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

and took the urn containing a small pile of ashes into his

face was as

is also

daughter?” Jeremy sneered. “I only have one child, and his name

glanced at the small pile of ashes in

Crash!

glass shattered and

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puppet

have turned dark all of a sudden and

“No!”

desperately rushed towards the ashes that were gradually

the uneven ground as she

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

only glimmer of

red and wet eyes staring at