Chapter 566
Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife
Madeline nodded lightly and walked into the kitchen.
Karen and Yvonne looked at each other before smirking evilly.
âAunty Karen, look at her. Sheâs so submissive. If itâs not for Jeremy protecting her, sheâll just be a piece of trash!â
âHmph, if itâs not for Jeremyâs sake, I wouldnât even let her into this house!â Karen scoffed arrogantly.
âJust watch. Something interesting is going to happen.â
Karen said and walked into the kitchen. When she saw Madeline busy with the preparations, she urged impatiently. âHurry up. Do you want me to die from hunger? Is this how you are as a daughter-in-law?
Youâre so slow. I wonder why Jeremy would want to marry a piece of trash like you!â
âItâs all because someone is such a wh*re and used all kinds of heinous methods to climb into Jeremyâs bed. If not, with her qualities, even the beggars on the street wouldnât want her,â Yvonne chimed in sarcastically.
Yet, Madeline acted like she did not hear them. She just went on with her business.
After about ten minutes, she finished making breakfast according to Karenâs wishes.
Karen remembered how Madeline had slapped her the last time. This time, after she sat down, she started causing trouble again.
She used her fork and knife to chop up the eggs in pieces. âWhat kind of eggs is this? How did you make this? I said I want runny eggs, didnât you hear me? Also, why is this waffle burnt? Donât you know that I donât eat burnt food? Itâll cause cancer! Do you want to kill me?â
Madeline smiled and explained patiently. âMom, this egg is runny and the thing on the waffle is blueberry jam. Itâs not burnt. I made everything according to your wishes.â
âWho are you calling âMomâ? Whoâs your mom? Do you think a cheap wh*re like you are qualified to be my daughter-in-law?â Karen threw the knife and fork on the table. The cutleries made a loud sound as they hit the surface.
Yvonne started making trouble as well when she saw that. âSay, are you deaf? Aunty Karen told you I only drink goatâs milk and not cowâs milk! Why did you still give me cowâs milk? Donât you know Iâm allergic to cowâs milk? Do you want me to have an allergic reaction? Youâre so heinous!â
Madeline frowned. âThis is goatâs milk.â
âIf Yvonne said itâs cowâs milk, then itâs cowâs milk!â Karen reached out her hand and picked up the glass. Suddenly, she threw it at Madelineâs feet.
Crash! The glass shattered into pieces after an ear-piercing sound. The white liquid spilled everywhere.
Madeline lowered her gaze as she dispiritedly looked at the shards of glass at her feet.
Karen crossed her arms across her chest arrogantly when she saw that Madeline was shocked by her sudden outburst. âOkay, since you said itâs goatâs milk, then prove to me by licking it clean.â
âOh, Aunt Karen, look at her. Do you think sheâll tell Jeremy that we bullied her later?â
âHmph, what a piece of trash. Just tell him! Does she think Iâm scared of her?â Karen was getting more and more malicious.
Yvonne smiled even wider. She stood up and looked at Madeline in a mocking manner. âDidnât you hear my aunt? Madeline, didnât you say that itâs goat milk? Hurry up and lick it clean to prove it to me and my aunt.â
After Yvonne said that, Madeline lifted her alluring eyes and smiled. âWhat did you say?â
Yvonne pointed at the milk on the floor with an even more arrogant look on her face. âI asked you to lick the milk on the floor clean!â
Madeline frowned curiously after she heard that. Then, she displayed a thought-provoking smile on her face. âLick it clean? How? Like this?â
When Karen and Yvonne heard that, they thought Madeline was going to lick the floor. However, when they wanted to get closer to take a look, Madeline stuck out her leg in front of Yvonne.
Yvonne was not paying attention, so she tripped and fell.
She started screaming when she saw the glass shards on the floor. âAh!â
Despite doing her best to dodge the shards, they still stabbed into her palms. Plus, she almost landed face-first into the shards. Her mouth was full of blood now.
Madeline towered over Yvonne and glanced down at her. When she saw Yvonne struggling to get up, Madeline stood in front of her and pressured her with her domineering aura.
âHowâs it? Did you manage to taste it? Is it goatâs milk or cowâs milk?â