My Extraordinary Wife

The Haddocks hated her.

They were here to hound her, with Arthur’s surgery as their excuse.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Ashlyn remained, watching silently from the side. She had not liked any members of the Haddock family.

Although she was not a saint, nor a woman with overflowing sympathy, she did not enjoy the sight of Jennifer bullying Sienna.

She furrowed her brows before taking a step forward to grab Jennifer’s wrist. “Ms. Haddock, the hospital isn’t a place for you to run wild. Please don’t affect the other patients’ recuperation.”

“Who are you? Who do you think you are? I’m teaching my own siblings a lesson, and it’s none of your business.” Jennifer’s wrist had hurt from her tight grip; she could not help but release her grip on Sienna to fling Ashlyn’s hand away.

“This is a hospital, and Mr. Haddock is my patient. Can you bear the responsibility for disrupting the other patients’ rests?” Ashlyn stared at her with a questioning gaze.

Jennifer rubbed her sore wrist as she glared back, in return. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought, What a beautiful woman! She’s the old man’s attending doctor? How can that be? Whose leg is she trying to pull?

young as you. If you’re his attending doctor, I’ll

of bodyguards swarmed toward them. It was a

dark and slimy. Before Jennifer

dark and slimy. Before Jennifer

on her knees and forced her to

the tray with the black slimy stuff in

appeared pale, despite the thick foundation that she had applied. “Who are you? What are you trying to do? We’re in broad daylight. What are you

stuff in the tray was disgusting, to say

wafted across her nose, making her

towards the tray,

lips into a straight line as

Haddocks were staring

did these bodyguards come

the men in black. However, he was far from a decent fighter, and he could not even cause the man

shouted, “She’s Jennifer Haddock! If you really force her to eat sh*t, Dixon

so?” A cold voice snorted before a towering man walked towards them. Turning to Dixon, he asked, “Mr. Haddock, what are you