Chapter 191
Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife
Jacksonâs eyes quickly flitted away upon seeing Meredithâs smile.
âI need Dad to sign something.â
Meredith smiled warmly as the workbook in Jacksonâs hands caught her eyes. âHow about I sign it instead?â
Jackson pinched the corner of his workbook and turned to look expectantly at Jeremy.
âJust let your mom sign it instead. Donât go to bed too late.â Then, Jeremy closed his room door.
Staring at the closed door, all the light in Jacksonâs eyes was replaced with unknown fear and darkness.
Turning around, he walked quickly to his own room.
Rejected by the door, Meredith immediately dropped the smile on her face.
Extremely displeased, she marched into Jacksonâs room. She kicked the door open right as he was about to close it.
The word âMomâ was on the tip of Jacksonâs tongue, yet he dared not call Meredith that at all.
âWhatâs wrong, Jack? Iâm your mother. Why do you always look so sad every time you see me?â
She approached with a smile, only for her expression to shift drastically the next second. Almost as if she was a demon who had torn off a kind mask, there was nothing but ugly underneath.
âOf all the times, why did you just have to appear at that moment? All you know is to ruin my plans! Do you think Iâd have kept you alive had it not been for the fact that you were useful? Every time I see you I hate you even more!â Meredith roared without restraint.
Running around her, Jackson hid in the bathroom and locked the door behind him.
Meredith ran after him to the door, continuing her round of verbal attacks that sounded downright horrible.
She did not have an ounce of like for Jackson. If anything, all she felt was deep hatred! Just like how she hated Madeline before!
Even if Jackson was the cause of her many benefits.
Sure, everyone would think that Jacksonâs eyes and brows were a replica of Jeremyâs, but Meredith could not help but feel that Jackson was slowly growing to resemble Madeline.
He was Madeline and Jeremyâs son, after all!
It made sense for a son to resemble his mother!
What nobody knew was how she had tortured Jackson behind everyoneâs backs. Jackson was five, yet he did not have the energetic and bubbly personality fit for a child his age.
At that moment, Jackson was squatting in the corner with his eyes shut tight and his small hands covering his ears. He was shielding himself from Meredithâs scoldings.
âWhy is my mother so different from everyone elseâs? Whyâ¦
âShouldnât mothers love their child the most?â
His mind was filled with question marks as his long curly lashes sat heavily on his eyes from tears he had unknowingly begun to shed.
Returning to the apartment, Madeline took a cold shower.
She did not want to be swayed by Jeremy again just because he had called her âMadelineâ.
Walking to her bed, her resolve for revenge strengthened as she stared at the calmly sleeping child.
Lillian would have a sister had it not been for Jeremy and Meredith.
Madelineâs fist tightened. She vowed to avenge herself and her late child no matter what.
The following evening, Madeline arrived at the kindergarten to pick Lillian up from school as usual.
Traffic was horrible due to the rain and she was half an hour late.
Most kids had already been fetched when she arrived, leaving Lillian and another boy at the guardhouse.
After walking closer, Madeline realized that the boy was no other than Jackson Whitman.
Seeing Madeline, Lillian ran toward her excitedly. âMommy! Hugs!â
Staring at the adorable and innocent girl, Madeline scooped Lily into her arms to plant a loving kiss on her cheeks.
Jackson felt a swell of emotions bubbling within him as he set his eyes on Madelineâs face from the side.
He lifted his handsome but childlike face, summoning his courage to walk up to Madeline.
Realizing something was amiss, Madeline lowered her confused gaze to meet Jacksonâs. âWhatâs wrong?â