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?”

her eyes, Ashlyn looked at the woman in puzzlement, only to notice that the latter was not glaring at her furiously.

a moment.

do you

out a handkerchief. It was the one with a centenary icon, which she

and she ventured, “From the embroidery technique… it’s my mother’s

that time, and I bumped into Ms. Chapman, who was embroidering earnestly by the lake. Back then… she was beautiful. Her eyes shimmered like stars, and her features were

was all too tired and weary, falling into despair. I thought I’d possibly never see my daughter in this lifetime. I slumped to the ground by the lake and

her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “I’ve loved embroidery for my entire life, and I’m also skilled in it. However, Ms. Chapman’s embroidery is unparalleled. I love

wronged you and your mother. My daughter, Mary, committed too many misdeeds. Not only did she insult and disparage you, but she even did many things that hurt

queried, “What kind of compensation would you like, Sweetie? Tell me everything, and I’ll definitely fulfill

remark stunned everyone

elderly woman but the wife of a count in

of one’s heart’s desires despite the lack of blood ties,

her eyes and chuckled. “I don’t need any compensation, Old Mrs. Yates. I only need you to