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. Contrarily, a trace of suppressed excitement showed in the older woman’s

a moment.

you recognize

It was the one with a centenary icon, which she had

stung, and she ventured, “From

ago, I personally went to H Nation to look for my daughter. It was drizzling at that time, and I bumped into Ms. Chapman, who was embroidering earnestly by the lake. Back then… she was beautiful. Her eyes shimmered

daughter in this lifetime. I slumped to the ground by the lake and started weeping. It was her who gifted this handkerchief

escaped 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 it. I also cherish this handkerchief greatly. Above

the Yates family who 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

Ashlyn’s hand, she queried, “What kind of compensation would you like, Sweetie?

stunned everyone

ordinary elderly woman but the wife of

heart’s desires despite

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