My Extraordinary Wife

"Right," Susan replied. Mary's fake smile was so sickening that it sent shivers down her spine. She nodded reluctantly. "I understand everything you just told me."

At this juncture, the housekeeper walked over with a plate of strawberries.

Mary picked one up with a fork and offered it to Susan. "Here, these strawberries are freshly imported from France. I got them especially for Ashlyn. Won't you have one as well?" Susan shook her head. "T-Thanks, but I'll pass."

"Surely you're happy that I'm being nice to Ashlyn?" Mary scoffed as she stuffed the strawberry into Susan's hands. "If you don't eat it, I'll get angry again."

The housekeeper called out, "Madam, Ms. Ashlyn has returned."

A glint appeared in Susan's eyes. She immediately got up and turned toward the door. "Ashlyn, you're back!"

She rushed forward and took a good look at her granddaughter.

Ashlyn was in slippers anyway, so she did not change her shoes and simply walked into the living room.

Only then did Ashlyn notice that she was still in pajamas. She passed Susan a box of strawberries she had bought on the way here. "Grandma, this is for you."

Susan held the box of strawberries as though it was her greatest treasure. She smiled brightly. "Ashlyn, I'm glad to see you."

"Ashlyn, don't blame me for saying this, but aren't you dressed a little too casually?" Mary scrutinized Ashlyn's casualwear and slippers with contempt.

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Mary continued spitefully, "You look so unkempt! If your dad's business partners see you in this state, they'd think the Berry family is full of beggars! I'm saying this for your sake as well." "Oh, shut up!" Ashlyn spat at Mary.

Mary nearly burst into a rage but kept her cool when she remembered what she needed Ashlyn to do.

Her face was turning purple from the anger.

Ashlyn turned to Susan and said, "Grandma, how have you been? Dad said that you're ill."

"I caught a cold a few days ago but I'm fine now," Susan assured her. She showed Ashlyn some needle marks on the back of her hand and said, "Look, your father brought me to see a doctor and I had an IV drip."

"If there's anything you need, just let me know. Don't forget that I'm a doctor. My skills are much better than your average doctor," Ashlyn instructed Susan kindly.

Mary, unable to join in the conversation, was furious, especially after seeing Susan hold the strawberries Ashlyn gave her so dearly.

She kept signaling toward Susan, but the latter simply ignored her.

That damn hag! She promised to talk to Ashlyn about that matter, but she's not saying anything now. All she talks about are the useless things.

She forced herself to put on an endearing smile and inquired, "Ashlyn, how are things at work?"

"Not bad," Ashlyn replied casually.

"Ashlyn is back?" Horace enquired. He was called downstairs by the housekeeper. Horace was a fit and decent-looking middle-aged man. Even at his age, he had not put on weight and one could still see the shadow of a handsome young man in him.

"Dad," Ashlyn called out monotonously. She crossed her arms and declared, "Well then, I'm a busy woman. Quit beating around the bush and tell me why you called me over."

While she took Susan's hand earlier, she had checked her pulse and noticed that Susan was healthy, other than the fact that her respiratory functions had deteriorated with age. She heaved a sigh of relief. As long as grandma is alright, nothing else matters.

"Ashlyn, both your grandma and I have missed you! Why must you make us sound so heartless?" Horace acted as though he was a kind father.