My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 789

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?”

Lifting 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 eyes.

for a

you recognize

the one with a centenary icon, which she had kept for

and she ventured, “From the embroidery technique... it's

was seemingly lost in her memories, murmuring, “More than ten years 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 like stars, and her features were exquisite. She was

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 started weeping. It was her who gifted this handkerchief to me. She said the centenary icon on it would

and I'm also skilled in it. However, Ms. Chapman's embroidery is unparalleled. I love it. I also

“It's the Yates family who wronged you and your mother. My daughter, Mary, committed too many misdeeds. Not only did she

of Ashlyn's hand, she queried, “What kind of compensation would you like, Sweetie? Tell me everything, and I'll definitely fulfill all your

stunned everyone

ordinary elderly woman but the wife of a count in

desires despite

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