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.

the corridor, and under the natural shade of the tangled vines, he placed a wicker chair and table.

front door just then, and the elderly man answered the door after placing his hoe on the

stood outside his house, exuding an incomparable

elderly man stared at her calmly and asked, “Who are

smile and explained, “I heard you were living here,

darkened, and he immediately moved to

said, “This checkers set is made from the finest Cat's Eye Emerald. Are you sure you don't

generous, I'll give you that. I've seen all sorts of excellent chest sets over the

the nonchalance in his tone, his gaze had not moved an inch from the checkers

undeniably tempting, but it was scarcely enough

his gaze and replied firmly, “Are you going to stop me from closing the door? Fine! I

spun on his feet and

checkers set to herself. “Old Mr. Leno, I'm like to ask you to come out of isolation and treat a

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

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