My Extraordinary Wife

After pressing it, she carefully wiped the seal clean, put it away, and returned it to its original place.
Only then did she happily take the agreement and drag Penelope along to leave Ryan’s room.
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Meanwhile, at the hospital, Bob passed out for a whole day before finally waking up.
He slowly opened his eyes and noticed the tubes and instruments inside the ICU ward.
He thought for a while before recalling where he was. I suppose I’m in a hospital, but why was I admitted?
He contemplated a little longer. Oh, that’s right. The auction. Hera and Ashlyn.
His memories slowly came back to him.
Every breath Bob took caused his chest to ache as he lay there, feeling weak and exhausted.
His head also throbbed with tingling pain, making him extremely uncomfortable.
At that moment, a person dressed in sterile protective clothing entered the ward.
“Grandpa.”
The woman’s calm voice was indifferent but laced with a hint of concern.
“Ashlyn,” Bob uttered weakly.
“I performed surgery on you the day before yesterday because you had a cerebral infarction. You’ll need to stay in the ICU ward
for another day for observation. If your condition stabilizes, I’ll transfer you to a regular ward.”
Then, she briefly recounted the incident to him before saying, “I cannot stay here for too long because my presence will disturb
your rest.”
He suddenly reached out, using all his strength to grab her hand. “Ashlyn, I’m so happy and glad you’re finally addressing me as
your grandpa.”
His aged and veiny hand fell limply on the bed after he finished saying that.

Taking in his fragile state, Ashlyn let out an inward sigh.
“Ashlyn, I beg you. You must inherit the Chapman family. If you don’t, I won’t be at peace even in death.” Bob’s voice carried a
hint of pleading as he gazed longingly at Ashlyn.
“I’ve failed your mother and you in my life. Please, I beg you.” Murky tears streamed down his cheeks.
“Can you really not promise me? I-I may not have much longer to live.” He started to gasp for breath. Startled, Ashlyn
immediately called out. “Hurry up and save him!”
Hearing her exclamation, the doctors and nurses outside rushed into the ward and joined her in activating various devices as
they scrambled to rescue Bob.
“He got too emotional when he saw me.” Half an hour later, Ashlyn, looking somewhat worn out, said to everyone, “Thank you.”
“Dr. Berry, you’ve been monitoring Mr. Chapman’s condition outside the ICU in the past two days. You must be tired after staying
awake for so long. Now that his condition is stable, you should go home and get some rest. We’ll be here to keep a close watch
on him,” one of the doctors uttered concernedly to Ashlyn.
She nodded before dragging her weary body and moving toward her office.
When she pushed the office door open, she caught whiffs of the aroma of food.
Taken aback, she turned to look at the delicious-looking dishes served on the table. “Lucas? Why are you here?”
Dressed in a black shirt, Lucas crossed his long legs elegantly and was holding a laptop to deal with work matters at that
moment.
Hearing her surprised voice, he looked up. His pensive gaze fell on her. He closed the laptop and said, “Come and have your
meal.”
She walked over and sat beside him.
He pulled her into his embrace and wrapped his arm around her slender waist. “You’ve lost weight.”
She patted him. “Nonsense. I’m still the same.”

“I can’t sleep well without you by my side.” He buried his head in her shoulder and took a deep breath. The faint scent of
disinfectant on her smelled particularly pleasant.
“I’ll accompany you to take a nap later.” She patted his head, suddenly feeling as if she was raising a clingy Golden Retriever,
and she felt a sense of warmth filling her chest.
Hearing that, Lucas curled his lips into a smile. “Okay.”