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Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife chapter 1794

Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife chapter 1794

He felt like he had seen this man somewhere before. ‘Could this man be a doctor too?’

Jeremy returned to the hospital room in which Madeline was still in deep sleep.

When he saw how haggard her complexion was, Jeremy sighed softly, feeling guilty.

‘Linnie, if I hadn’t brought you this nightmare, then perhaps you wouldn’t have to suffer so painfully at the poison’s flare-up.

‘I’m the cause of your pain.’

Jeremy leaned over to kiss between Madeline’s brows, then rifled through her pockets and jacket. There was indeed no anti-toxoid test reagent.

From Fabian’s reaction, the man did not seem like he was lying.

‘Where could the anti-toxoid test reagent be?’

Jeremy gave it some thought, then suddenly looked around the room.

‘Her purse.’

Madeline’s purse and phone were nowhere to be found.

He immediately turned around and pulled out his phone to call Fabian as he went in the direction Fabian had left, chasing after him.

However, Fabian did not pick up his call. After declining the call, Fabian blacklisted Jeremy’s number once again.

Jeremy truly found this blacklisting behavior extremely immature, and he wondered where Fabian had learned it.

Jeremy did not give up and continued to run towards the entrance, where he saw Fabian’s car streak past before his eyes.


Jeremy shouted as he rushed toward the car.

Fabian heard him but merely looked at the man through the rearview mirror calmly, then stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

Jeremy felt exasperated, but he was afraid that something would happen to Madeline if he left her for too long.

He quickly returned to the hospital room.  Jeremy let out a sigh of relief when he saw Madeline lying on the bed, sleeping calmly. He had no other choice but to stay by her bed.

On the road, Fabian unconsciously accelerated, and Evan, who was in the passenger seat, tightened his grip on the handle.

“Seriously, Fabian. Is this Jeremy that terrifying? T o the point that you have to run from him like this?”

Fabian frowned and, with extreme distaste, replied, “Who said I was terrified of him? I just don’t want to see or be in any form of contact with him.”

“You don’t want to see him? How do you plan to take revenge then? Could it be that your so-called revenge is to meticulously care for his sick daughter daily, spend a great amount of money to look for suitable bone marrow for a transplant, then find out, to your surprise, that your bone marrow was suitable and immediately donate yours?

“Finally, to prevent the parents from worrying about their child’s illness relapsing, you even made yourself into this ruthless villain?

“Ha. What a unique revenge plan you’ve got here, Fabian.”

Fabian frowned deeper when he heard Evan mock him.

“Can you shut up?”

“Why? Did I get it right?” Evan chuckled and asked. “You truly have changed, Fabian.”

As Evan’s voice fell, Fabian suddenly stopped the car.

“Get out.” Fabian said in annoyance, chasing Evan away.

Evan, who had already gotten used to Fabian’s occasional immature behavior, got out of the car cooperatively.

“You’re chasing me out now, but you’ re going to have to fetch me yourself if anything happens to that little girl,” Evan said pridefully.

Ignoring Evan, Fabian stepped on the accelerator to leave.

His mind was in a mess on his journey back.

As soon as he returned to the villa, a maid then nervously reported to him, “Young Master Fabian, you’re finally back. Young Lady Lillian  started crying for some reason and she hasn’t stopped.”

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