My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 796

Upon entering the living room, Ashlyn scanned her surroundings quietly and was quite surprised to see a vintage Chanaean interior rather than Rococo or Gothic styles and designs that were popular in Maredania.

The mansion was very grand with a vintage design. Being there made her feel like she had time-traveled to an older era.

From the maroon lounge chair to the matching couch and coffee table, everything was very much antique looking. Even the fans casually placed on the bed were exactly the same as those from ancient times.

After a while, Bianca walked out slowly, assisted by Matilda.

She sat on the lounge chair, looking somewhat tired. Then, she glanced at Ashlyn and said, “Please have a seat, Ms. Berry.”

“I'm so sorry to disturb you at this hour, Old Mrs. Yates. I wouldn't have done so if not for this urgent matter that required me to look for Old Mr. Leno.”

“Old Mr. Leno?” Bianca was puzzled at first, but she recalled who he was the next minute. “Are you referring to Ian Leno? Because of Mr. Nolan?”

She came to know that Lucas had a mental illness. He might look handsome and cool, but he's not entirely well.

nomad, so not even the people closest to him have his contact details. I heard that you have

Nolan Group or South Star Airlines, they require his support and management. I dread to imagine the consequences that will follow if he were to collapse, especially the

of your mother or Aureate Group. Ian hasn't had an easy life. In recent years, he has stopped treating people because he's practically

Matilda, who immediately went to get her the address

was once again dumbfounded by the fact that she could still see a physical copy of an address book in that time and

whether you're able to convince him to treat Mr. Nolan. You know, he's known to be as

life isn't a bed of roses. No one can luck out all the time. At this age, I've seen it all and can accept anything with an open

I can tell there's one thing

“Oh? What is it?”

“Love.”

a long sigh. She knew what Ashlyn was implying—kinship. It was something she could

that phone number, Ashlyn rose to her feet. “Thank you, Old Mrs. Yates. I promise to lend a helping hand if there's anything that the Yates family needs from me

can never allow yourself to owe others a favor, can't you? You don't need to repay me anything. This

Bianca could read between the lines of Ashlyn's