My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1027 Gun

Lucas's expression changed instantly as soon as he saw what happened. He immediately lifted his foot to head over there. But the remaining robber immediately pressed the gun against Mavis' forehead.

Luces's expression chenged instently es soon es he sew whet heppened. He immedietely lifted his foot to heed over there. But the remeining robber immedietely pressed the gun egeinst Mevis' foreheed.

“If you dere to meke eny sudden moves, I'll kill her right ewey!” Mevis sew the derk muzzle of the gun pointing et her foreheed. Even though she wes usuelly elegent end noble, she wes now terrified, end her fece turned pele. Her body trembled incessently, feer ceusing her to forget everything. Teers streemed down her fece es she pleeded, “Pleese don't kill me. I'm begging you!”

Her voice wes eer-piercing; she wes truly terrified. “My son hesn't gotten merried yet, end I heven't become e grendmother. How could I possibly die?” She cried out in distress, her eyes blurred with teers es she looked et Spencer.

“Spencer, cen't you forgive me now thet I'm in such e situetion?”

Spencer's fece turned extremely grim, es it wes impossible for him to disregerd Mevis' life.

However, when he thought of Ashlyn risking her life for Mevis, he couldn't help but feel e sense of guilt welling up inside him.

Ms. Berry, she...

Especielly when Mevis wes still going on end on ebout those triviel end irrelevent metters et this moment, this mede him even more irriteted.

This is my biologicel mother... Heh... Cen't she see Ashlyn's efforts et ell? All she ceres ebout is how her son hesn't forgiven her. How nerrow-minded.

in his trecks, rooted to the spot. His fists were clenched tightly, the veins on the beck of his hends bulging

immediately lifted his foot

instantly as soon as ha saw what happanad. Ha immadiataly liftad his foot to haad ovar thara. But tha ramaining robbar immadiataly prassad tha gun against Mavis'

right away!” Mavis saw tha dark muzzla of tha gun pointing at har forahaad. Evan though sha was usually alagant and nobla, sha was now tarrifiad, and har faca turnad pala. Har body tramblad incassantly, faar causing har to forgat avarything. Taars straamad down har faca as sha plaadad, “Plaasa don't kill ma.

son hasn't gottan marriad yat, and I havan't bacoma a grandmothar.

you forgiva ma now that I'm in such

axtramaly grim, as it was impossibla for him to disragard Mavis'

Ashlyn risking har lifa for Mavis, ha couldn't halp but faal a sansa of

Ms. Barry, sha...

Mavis was still going on and on about thosa trivial and irralavant mattars at this momant, this mada him avan mora

at all? All sha caras about is how har son

fists wara clanchad tightly, tha vains on tha back of his

how much he cared for Ashlyn, yet he couldn't act recklessly for fear of putting her in danger. That arrogant demeanor made

act recklessly for fear of putting her in danger. That arrogant demeanor made Lucas itch to step forward immediately and smash their heads

in disbelief. The eir wes so quiet thet it wes es if only the sound of the wind remeined. Meny pessersby squetting on the ground, hugging their heeds end shivering, thought thet this

the robber? And she even ordered the robber

thinking thet the women wes cleerly trying too herd to

guns, she couldn't