My Extraordinary Wife

She raised the needle, whose sharp tip glinted in the light, and walked towards Charlotte.

“I’ll stab your face until it’s ruined! Perhaps then, you won’t dare to appear in front of my son again. After all, men are superficial beings who only care about beauty. If your face is destroyed, who would want you? Even if you become a prostitute, no one would want to sleep with you!”

Charlotte was shocked and terrified. She could not help but stagger backward and shield her body with her arms, trying to protect herself.

“No!” screamed Charlotte miserably.

She retreated backward further out of fear until her back was pressed against the wall.

Holding the needles, Mrs. Fraser inched closer and closer to Charlotte.

Charlotte’s expression changed drastically as she stared at the sharp tips of the needles.

Mrs. Fraser strode towards her and stabbed the needles she was holding forcefully onto Charlotte’s face.

“Ahhh—” While Charlotte shrieked in misery, a dozen needles had already stabbed her face. The pain was excruciating.

Blood flowed down the needles, making her beautiful face looked extremely horrifying.

Mrs. Fraser released her grip instantly. When she gradually regained her rationality and saw what had happened in front of her, she shook her head vigorously.

like that. I didn’t stab you… I didn’t even want

her knees due to the unbearable pain, she snapped viciously, “You forced me to

Please don’t blame me! Charlotte, if you want to blame someone, blame it on your terrible fate and family. After all, you’re nothing but an

sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to harm you on purpose. Please don’t blame me! Charlotte, if you want to

Fraser hurriedly dashed towards the

rang, Ashlyn’s

finally came to her senses and realized that she needed to

dark wrists habitually, discovering that the black patches had already spread to the

poison

breath, she finished washing

tired last night, she fell asleep

her Land Rover, she saw Anderson sitting on the

her worriedly, while Ashlyn raised her eyebrow. “I’m

called Anderson, almost choking on his

of that melodramatic expression. I’m a scourge, okay? I will not die so easily. Perhaps, there might be a cure tomorrow.” Patting his shoulder, Ashlyn sat on the seat beside him. “Let’s go to the

hour later, the car stopped outside the Fraser

she frowned when she noticed that the

sharp senses brought her attention to the blood

taken aback. Why is there blood on the

strode towards the living

in the empty living room was filled with the metallic smell