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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.

marred with a long wound, Madeline felt her heart clench in pain.

believe Meredith’s actions. Not even tigers would prey on their young. How could Meredith do such

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

How could you? Why did you have to hurt my son? Hurt

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

this was Meredith’s

servants and Mrs. Whitman rushing downstairs and toward them. Seeing the scene, Mrs. Whitman exclaimed in shock,

through the doors just

and shake. “Jeremy! Madeline tried

complaint about how everyone was so noisy. However, hearing Meredith’s words, his eyes shifted to the fruit knife and Jackson whose face was soaked with blood. Instantly, his expression

beat and the blood drained from her face as she stared at the man walking toward herself. “It wasn’t

gaze froze her before she could finish explaining herself. “You need

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me…”

“Bang!”

Jeremy kicked her hard enough to

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

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

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

in her

come after me all the

terrifying gaze swept over Madeline again

comforted Meredith as he marched out. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the culprit pay the

Meredith, a promise that solidified

stood. Her heart shook as she watched Meredith turn around to smirk victoriously. Never would she have expected Meredith

must one be to do such a merciless

and innocent, potentially

followed them to the hospital. Allowing the doctor to quickly patch up

watched a nurse rush out

nurse, tears streaming off her face. “How

amount of blood and we need an

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

Haha.

laugh

was just how fake

act turned into something magnificent in Jeremy’s

walked over to

Meredith looked at Jeremy with teary eyes and followed the

run out not a minute later. “The doctor said no,

wail, clutching

dies? How could Madeline be so cruel? Why can’t she

bloodlust bloom

to the

her blood type was just like Meredith’s, the rare RhAB blood type, she

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

her blood, leaving

Sinner

turned to leave only to have Jeremy’s voice ring out

just donated her blood to my son? Which

“Huh? Oh, that one.”

Madeline hid herself in

Jeremy would find it disgusting to know that it

crouching

vanish from sight, just as Madeline’s consciousness began to give.

her body was still present and the wound on her

wall, she found Meredith on the phone, approaching

immediately stepped back,

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

He should’ve died two years ago! The only

shocked by the words out of

the words of a

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

That was inhumane!

of anger, Madeline walked out the

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

“You are inhumane, Meredith!”

raised a hand to slap

Not only did you slice your own son’s cheek open, how can you even wish death upon him? How could a

and wretched look glossed over Meredith’s features. “You b*tch! How could you

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

going to make you pay for slapping me,

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

“Help! Jeremy, save me!”

suddenly bawled, climbing

importantly, Jeremy arrived in

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

just want our kid to be fine,” She wailed, tears and snot everywhere as she stared

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

trick but still, he believed it

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 look Jeremy

that she loved deeply.

holding Meredith,

his teeth as he spat out these three syllables,

a chill travel from the soles of her feet

be so 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 been a mother, why can’t

child and your

clenched her fist and her feeble body suddenly rushed towards Meredith with

Meredith’s collar and slapped her

mention my grandfather and my child! Why were you not the one

hurts!”

that Madeline would suddenly

of force to finally push Madeline away and protect Meredith in

her back hitting the wall behind her. The immediate pain was so much so that she could

still crying and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Madeline. That

more energy to explain and

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 car stopped in

door opened and out came a large

doing? Let go of

hard and the pain in her body became more

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

black coat, looking cold and abstinent, so full

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

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

his palm suddenly, he threw the painkillers

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

ordered and the car quickly

her but she endured the severe pain whilst she looked at the man with

believe what I say, but I will still say it. I didn’t

“Shut up!”

angrily, his terrifying and malicious gaze

and I

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forced to shut her mouth. She glanced out the window. The sky was overcast as if

seemed to be gradually familiar, Madeline’s

car stopped. Jeremy got out of the car freely while Madeline was dragged

environment,

you

Jeremy’s back, but the

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

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

in front of her, noble and cold, his aura

her teeth, her vision

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

let you experience for

“What?”

see the white snow falling from the sky, obscuring Jeremy’s

ordered, shaking

head abruptly and saw several bodyguards smashing the grave with

in Madeline’s head, then

“No! Stop it!”

to run to stop them, but Jeremy

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

turned around and begged Jeremy, but the man smiled lightly. “Now you know fear? Why were

your son! Tell

riddled with hole-like wounds seemed to be covered over with salt in this split moment. The deep and dense pain burrowed into her

grave was quickly broken open

she could not breathe anymore. Her eyes were blurry and

son and Meredith. It’s all my fault! You can vent your anger at me, just don’t touch my

feet, bowing desperately to him, begging for mercy, even accepting

reached out and took the urn containing a small

at the ashes in his hand in a daze. Her face was as white as paper, and she was

Jeremy, this is

have one child, and his name is

of ashes in the glass bottle and suddenly loosened his

Crash!

and the ashes were

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puppet without strings,

of a sudden and the intense

“No!”

ashes that were gradually washed away by

desperately rubbing against the uneven ground as she tried to collect the

red from the blood flowing out of her palms, and then

only glimmer of hope was completely

red and wet eyes staring