My Extraordinary Wife

Since young, everything Ashlyn owned had been hand-me-downs from Penelope, even though she was the rightful heiress to the Berry family.

Back when she was younger, whenever Penelope got into trouble by breaking vases, destroying the garden, or smashing antiques, Ashlyn would take the rap for her. She would be blamed for anything Penelope caused.

No matter how she explained herself to Horace, he would only ever believe Mary and Penelope.

Thanks to the two of them, she had been hit by Horace many times.

Once, when her grandma visited them in the city, Ashlyn was beaten up by Horace and was down with a fever.

No one cared about her except for her grandma, who sent her to the hospital and took her back to her home in a rural village.

Only then did her days improve.

Although she lived a poor and simple life with her grandma, it was heartwarming and peaceful.

It was only when she became the top scorer for the national exams that Horace remembered that he had a daughter called Ashlyn.

He brought both Ashlyn and her grandma back into the city to live together with them.

However, her grandma had gotten old and her body was deteriorating rapidly.

Ashlyn could not put up with the Berry family and had no choice but to marry someone.

I can't believe that I had no choice but to marry or die.

Ashlyn sighed deeply and took a look out of the window.

Argh, why must these unlucky things happen to me one after another? It's like I'm the main character in some third-rate novel!

The Berry Residence was located in a normal district in Lake City. The front of the district was filled with high-rise buildings and bungalows while the back was filled with villas.

The property prices were rather high. The fact that Horace owned a villa there made him feel arrogant and he would act as though he owned the entire street.

He felt that he was superior to those who lived in the high-rise apartments and bungalows in front.

Ashlyn got off the cab and walked into the district.

She had not visited in nearly a year, but everything was still fresh in her mind.

However, the only feelings she had for this place were hatred and disgust.

In the living room of the Berry Residence.

Susan was wearing a fresh set of clothes and waiting by the sofa.

In a silk dress, Mary questioned Susan haughtily, "When Ashlyn comes over, you know what to say, right?"

Susan looked at her feet and did not respond.

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Her eyes that had once seen the world seemed like they were glowing dimly.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Did you hear me?" Mary snapped at Susan.

She was nearly screaming at this point.

"I heard you," Susan muttered.

Unsure of what Susan was thinking, Mary glared viciously at her.

As she felt her malicious intent, Susan shuddered and repeated, "I heard you, Mary."

"Is that so?" Mary raised an eyebrow and grabbed Susan's arm.

Susan trembled and turned toward Mary. She tried to retract her arm but Mary had gripped it tightly and sneered, "Next time, respond the first time I talk to you, got it?"

Susan mumbled, "I'm getting old, so I'm hard of hearing."

"Looks like I'll have to raise my voice in the future then." Mary smiled. "Susan, we're all one family. Now that Horace is in trouble, you're the only one who can help him. He's your son, so you'll definitely help him, right?"