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?

aren’t any doctors as young as you. If you’re his attending doctor, I’ll film myself eating sh*t!” Jennifer sneered

them. It was

slimy. Before Jennifer could see what it was, several other bodyguards had

dark and slimy. Before Jennifer could see

stepped on her knees and forced her to kneel before

black slimy stuff in front of her, Ashlyn

applied. “Who are you? What are you trying to

stuff in the tray was disgusting, to say

across

towards the tray, and she was

as she widened her eyes. Tears brimmed in

of the Haddocks were staring

did these bodyguards come

was Korbin. Without saying another word, he rushed over, trying to rescue Jennifer from the men in black. However, he was far from a decent fighter, and he

Jennifer Haddock! If you really force her to eat sh*t, Dixon won’t ever let you off

Turning to Dixon, he asked, “Mr. Haddock, what are you