My Extraordinary Wife

Ashlyn’s expression remained cold. She cast an icy gaze at Ryan before releasing her grip on Mary without warning.

Mary sprawled on the ground pathetically like an oxygen-deprived eel.

She trembled uncontrollably, for she had no doubt that if Ryan had not come over to call a halt to things, Ashlyn would have certainly strangled her to death.

“I’ll let you go today for the sake of Mr. Yates and Old Mrs. Yates. You’d best tell me the truth.” Ashlyn emanated a murderous aura.

Her grace and elegance from before were all but gone. At that moment, she was like Grim Reaper, who came from the underworld to take lives.

In the next heartbeat, however, she regained her previous indifference and composure. Turning to Bianca beside her, she said apologetically, “I’m sorry. It’s your birthday banquet today, yet I did such a disrespectful thing.”

Unexpectedly, Bianca regarded Ashlyn with a complex look in her eyes. “Sweetie, is your mother named Alice Chapman?”

at the woman in puzzlement, only to notice that the latter was not glaring at her furiously. Contrarily, a

lips for a

you

handkerchief. It was the one with a

eyes stung, and she ventured, “From the

Nation to look for my daughter. It was drizzling at that time, and I bumped into Ms. Chapman, who was embroidering earnestly by the

daughter in this lifetime. I slumped to the ground by the lake and started

in it. However, Ms. Chapman’s embroidery is unparalleled. I love it. I also cherish this handkerchief greatly. Above everything, I cherish Ms. Chapman’s

too many misdeeds. Not only did she insult and disparage you, but she even did many things that hurt you. I’m the one who should

would you like, Sweetie? Tell me everything, and I’ll definitely fulfill all your heart’s

stunned

woman but

one could have her fulfill all of one’s heart’s desires despite the lack of blood ties,

Old Mrs.