My Extraordinary Wife

Moreover, the Chapman family’s inheritance had fallen into the hands of Ashlyn, who was the granddaughter of the family.
The director stood there, feeling dizzy as he read netizens’ comments and endured Hera’s oppressive rebuke.
Somehow, he felt something was amiss.
While Ashlyn led a team of doctors to the operating theater to carry out the medical procedures, Sisley and Hera stood outside
the door, gritting their teeth in hatred.
“B*tch! Who gave her permission to operate on him?”
“He’s going to be our burden again if he survives the surgery. Damn it!”
“He should just die and end our misery!” Sisley and Hera continued cussing silently.
All members of the Chapman family had arrived except Brad, who was still behind bars.
The rest of the Chapmans, too, had read all the trending stories on Twitter.
They began asking questions in shock and confusion. “What exactly happened? What does it mean when they say we’re only
allowed to stay in the residence? Aren’t we entitled to even a small portion of the inheritance?”
“How could that old man do this to us? How could he be so biased? How could he hand everything to Ashlyn? We work like
donkeys for the family, yet we don’t get a single cent in return. Doesn’t that make us ordinary white-collared workers?” another
person added.
Annoyed, Sisley glared at them. “Go and ask that old man! He gave her the family inheritance, not me.”
“Hera, you shouldn’t have auctioned off the red jade. You’re the one who made your grandpa angry and caused him to fall ill,
aren’t you?” one of the family members questioned.
“No. It was Ashlyn. Ashlyn did that to him,” Hera defended herself.
“Stop trying to fool us. We’re not stupid, okay? We’ll not let you off if anything bad happens to Grandpa!”
Faced with the accusations from all the family members, Hera could only keep mum.
Right at that moment, the doors to the operating theater were pushed open.

An anxious-looking nurse wheeled Bob out on a bed.
The elderly man lay quietly on the bed with his eyes shut, and he was covered with a white hospital sheet.
His hair had been shaved, and his head was wrapped with a white bandage.
The elderly man appeared frail and vulnerable, his pale complexion resembling a sheet of paper, making him seem like a candle
flame that could be easily snuffed out.
“Doctor, how’s my dad?”
“Doctor, is my grandpa okay?”
The crowd rushed over and bombarded the doctor with all sorts of questions.
Ashlyn, who had just come out of the operating theater with a few nurses and doctors, noticed a group of people surrounding the
nurse and Bob.
She glared at them icily. “Quiet!”
The atmosphere froze for a second.
Everyone was so shocked that they gave her an incredulous look.
Some of them had seen Ashlyn before, but most had not.
For a split second, they thought they saw Alice. “W-What are you doing here?”
“Is that Alice? Is she back?”
“No, she’s not Alice, but she looks like her!”
Ashlyn ignored them. In an icy tone, she said, “Grandpa needs to rest, so no one should disturb him. Now, move!”
Intimidated by her aura, everyone stared at her stone-cold face and took a few steps back.
The nurses then wheeled Bob into the ICU ward while Ashlyn followed right behind.
All the other doctors caught up with her and walked toward the ICU ward.

One of the bystanders murmured, “What makes her think she’s superior to us? Inheriting the Chapman family doesn’t make her
a cut above the rest.”
“She looks exactly like Alice. If she finds out about Alice’s past...” another person expressed his concern.
Sisley’s face darkened. She shot daggered at the man. “What past? What happened back then? Now all of you listen carefully!”
All the Chapmans instantly zipped their mouths and stared at her in silence.
They used to think that Sisley and her children would inherit the Chapman family. After all, Hera was a prominent figure, and her
accomplishments set her apart from the other children in the family.