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.

didn’t stab you… I didn’t

snapped viciously, “You forced me to do this. If you didn’t seduce my son, I

you want to blame someone, blame it on your terrible fate and family. After all, you’re nothing

sorry. I didn’t mean to harm you on purpose. 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

Mrs. Fraser hurriedly dashed towards the mansion’s

rang,

to her senses and realized that she needed to take

glanced at her dark wrists habitually, discovering that the black patches had already spread

smiled helplessly. This poison

deep breath, she finished washing

was too tired last night, she fell asleep

Land Rover, she saw Anderson sitting on the

young man looked at her worriedly, while Ashlyn raised her eyebrow. “I’m not dead yet. Why do you look

Anderson, almost choking on

melodramatic expression. I’m a scourge, okay? I will not die so easily. Perhaps, there might be a

the car stopped outside

when she noticed that the entrance to the mansion

brought her

taken aback. Why is there blood

towards the

the empty living room was filled with the metallic smell of blood, while drops of