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.

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

elderly man answered the door after placing his hoe on

young woman stood outside his

at her calmly and asked,

him a stunning smile and explained, “I heard you were living here, Old Mr. Leno, and I

and he immediately moved to close the door. “Go away!

checkers to him and said, “This checkers

but you're generous, I'll give you that. I've seen all sorts of excellent chest sets over the years. What makes you think I missing one made

nonchalance in his tone, his gaze had not moved an

but it was scarcely enough to convince him to forgo his

and replied firmly, “Are you going to stop me from closing the

his feet and stubbornly headed to

like to ask you to come out of isolation and treat a patient. Would you

never treat another patient again. Now, leave.” Ian's tone seemingly left no room

the morning breeze before settling against her waist. Her long white hoodie covered her black shorts, and