My Extraordinary Wife

“It’s nothing. I just missed you too much,” replied Penelope. She acted as though she was reluctant to share her story because it would trouble Bianca. “Don’t overthink this, Granny. It’s nothing. Really.”

The more she behaved like this, the more Bianca grew curious. “Really? You can tell me. Did your uncle treat you poorly? Oh, I’m so going to scold him.”

“No, that’s not it. It’s just…” Penelope became even more teary-eyed. “I… Granny, I didn’t want to tell you about this because I didn’t want to worry you, but it’s actually about Ashlyn. You remember, right? She’s the woman I talked to you about before. It’s all her fault.”

Between sobs, Penelope told Bianca a modified version of what had happened at the piano competition in H Nation.

The former made everything seem so intense and painted herself as the innocent bystander who was ever so pitiful. She made Mary and herself out to be the world’s unluckiest and saddest women there was.

Ashlyn, on the other hand, was made out to be the absurd villain who lived only to derive her happiness from Penelope and Mary’s misery.

“You should go take a rest first. Don’t worry. I’m not the kind of person who would let injustice like that happen. I can’t believe that a simple trip back would bring

lip a little as a hint of panic flashed past her eyes. Shoot, if she makes that call, my lies would be

protect me and Mom, but Ashlyn is the wife of the CEO of Nolan Group. She’s too powerful, so it’s not

if that’s what you wish,” replied Bianca. A glint flashed past her eyes as

anymore, Granny. I better head back

kind smile on Bianca slowly turned into a scowl, and

won’t see through her tricks? She truly

and the tone she used

made herself out to be so pitiful, yet she didn’t want me

working for the Yates family for decades, but

but was too afraid to complain. Mary

Bianca. She was never the kind of person who would blindly believe anything anyone told her. If she was, the Yates family would not have grown to be so strong in Maredania, nor would