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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.

the angelic little cheeks marred with a long wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain. Blood began

even tigers would prey on their young.

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

to hurt my

from the top of her lungs, making Madeline’s head ache

was Meredith’s plan all

Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock, “Oh My God! My

walked through the doors just as

and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried to kill our

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

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

her before she could finish explaining herself. “You need

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

Jeremy kicked her hard enough to send

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pain stabbed into her and spread throughout her body in waves. Climbing back onto her feet with difficulty, she was slapped again

living hell if anything

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

in her vision

come after me all the time?” Meredith began to wail

gaze swept over Madeline again before he turned around to carry a pale

baby will be fine.” Jeremy comforted Meredith as he marched

a promise that solidified Madeline’s impending

Her heart shook as 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

must one be to do

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

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

a nurse

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

problems now. The child’s lost a fair amount of blood and we need an infusion, but the

do it! You can take

Haha.

not help but laugh at the scene

how fake Meredith

turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

over to Meredith.

Meredith looked

no, Jeremy. I can’t give my

wail,

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

bloodlust bloom in the space

heart clenched and she turned to the blood donation center without sparing them

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

doctor waved off her initial concern about the situation of her body posing

Jackson 500c.c worth of her

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only to

woman just donated her blood to my

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

the nurse’s reply, Madeline hid herself in

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

her jaw and crouching as she saw Jeremy’s shadow pass

corner, she watched Jeremy’s figure leave and vanish from sight, just as Madeline’s consciousness began

still present and the wound on

Meredith on the phone, approaching the

back,

where she came

died two years ago! The only

shocked by the

even the words of a

Jeremy’s son. How could she be so fickle with her biological son’s life just to make

That was inhumane!

of anger, Madeline walked

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

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

raised a hand to slap it across Meredith’s

you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could a woman as evil as you

over Meredith’s features. “You b*tch!

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

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

about to try something and she was right. She watched as Meredith undid her updo and mess it up, then fall back onto

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled,

gather, but most importantly, Jeremy

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

don’t want anything else, Jeremy. I just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared at Madeline in fear. “Please, Madeline. I’m begging you.

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in terror, vividly creating the image of

old trick

had cast their disdainful and doubtful gazes on Madeline. Madeline had long been accustomed to these looks, but she still could not get used

deeply. Yet, it no longer held the gentleness it once

holding Meredith, his cold, blade-like

teeth as he spat out these three

from the soles of her feet

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

you want your child and your

her fist and her feeble

up Meredith’s collar

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

my face hurts!” Meredith screamed again

Madeline would suddenly lose

finally push Madeline away and protect

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

still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That glance was alike a poison-laced

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

out the painkillers from her bag. As she was about to take one, a black car

out came a large man who grabbed

are you doing?

and the pain in her body became

the car and Madeline saw Jeremy’s

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

in Meredith’s hand, Jeremy snatched it

Madeline? When you hurt my son with a knife and bullied Meredith, have you ever thought that they

his palm suddenly,

area of the tumor hurt so bad

car

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

I know you won’t believe what I say, but I will still

“Shut up!”

angrily, his terrifying and malicious gaze

more word and I

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window. The sky was overcast as if

sections of road that seemed

got out of the car freely while Madeline was dragged

the surrounding environment, Madeline’s eyes widen

you bring

facing Jeremy’s back, but the man

had built for her grandfather and the dead child. She

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

her, noble and cold, his aura was inviolable and

her teeth, her vision was being gradually

with his warm fingers. A terrifying smile in his slender

you experience for a moment, a

“What?”

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

He suddenly ordered, shaking off Madeline

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

in

“No! Stop it!”

to run to stop them, but

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

smiled lightly. “Now you

your son! Tell them

to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and dense pain

grave was quickly broken open and two urns,

felt as if she could not breathe anymore. Her

all my fault! You can

desperately to him, begging for mercy, even

out and took the urn containing

in a daze. Her face was as

this is also your

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

ashes in the glass bottle and

Crash!

shattered and

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a puppet without strings, losing

seemed to have turned dark all of a sudden and the

“No!”

rushed towards the ashes that were gradually

against the uneven ground as she tried

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

like that, her only glimmer of hope was

laughed miserably, her red and wet eyes staring at