My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 800

Bianca anxiously asked the family doctor, “How is Penelope?”

“She has a fever, but she'll recover in a couple of days. Don't worry, Old Mrs. Yates.” As he spoke, the doctor packed his bag and soon left.

Meanwhile, Mary fell to her knees and wailed, “I'm sorry, Mom! I'll never do such despicable things and disappoint you again! Please forgive me, Mom! I was too foolish in the past.”

Bianca's anger melted as she stared at the disheveled and pallid Mary. It was such a pitiful sight that even a complete stranger would have felt sorry for Mary.

At last, the old woman shook her head and said, “Stop kneeling. I hope you've learned your lesson and will avoid any activities that could harm the Yates family's good name. Penelope is sick, so go and take care of her. And clean yourself up too.”

“Yes, of course!” Mary agreed swiftly, yet her hatred for Bianca had soared to frightening levels.

Just wait and see, you old hat!

At the same time, in a small house in Maredania, a man in his sixties was busy removing weeds from a vegetable patch in his yard.

The variety of leafy greens and cucumbers in his yard made for a refreshing view.

and under the natural shade of the tangled vines, he placed a wicker chair and table. The scene was as beautiful as a

front door just then, and the elderly man answered the

outside his house, exuding

at her calmly and asked, “Who

shot him a stunning smile and explained, “I heard you were living here, Old Mr. Leno, and I decided to visit you and try

to close the door. “Go away! I don't

hastily, Old Mr. Leno.” Ashlyn presented a set of checkers to him and said, “This checkers set is made from the finest Cat's

I'll give you that. I've seen all sorts of

his gaze had not moved an

checkers set made from Cat's Eye Emerald was undeniably tempting, but it was

that thought crossed his mind, Ian retracted his gaze and replied firmly, “Are you going to stop me from closing

feet and stubbornly headed to his

him, hugging the checkers set to herself. “Old Mr. Leno, I'm like to ask you to come out of isolation and treat a patient. Would you consider

patient again. Now, leave.” Ian's tone seemingly left no room

covered her black shorts, and her legs seemed to stretch for miles in a pair of simple, black Doc