My Extraordinary Wife

“When Grandpa passed away, he divided his property and gave you and Mom your shares. Yet, you wish to take over the whole
group? If you lack funds, you can sell off your shares.” Lucas was unfazed by Franklin’s words.
It was sickening how the middle-aged couple’s greed knew no bounds.
If he had not been the Nolan family’s adopted son, he would have cut his ties with them.
“Did you forget that we’re true members of the Nolan family? On the other hand, you’re only an adopted son,” Livia reminded him
contemptuously, “The Nolan family gave you everything.”
“That’s why I’ll take protect Nolan Group and South Star Airlines on Grandpa’s behalf.”
“I see you prefer to do it the hard way.” Franklin no longer wished to waste his time on Lucas. To Livia, he said, “Let’s leave.”
“Lucas, just you wait. We won’t let this slide,” Livia threatened as she walked away.
The men in black clambered up from the ground and hurried after them.
Ashlyn let out a long sigh when she heard someone slam the doors of the mansion shut. “It looks like you’ve recovered from your
illness.”
Ian is truly skillful. If it were before, Lucas’ illness would have acted up whenever he gets agitated.
However, his face had merely turned slightly pale after the interaction.
Lucas had not expected Ashlyn to show concern about his condition instead of being worried about her own comfort.
He felt a warm feeling seep into his heart and he could not help himself from embracing her. “Silly girl.”
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Hera and Sisley brought some fruits and daily necessities with them as they entered the elevator.
Bob had already been moved to the normal ward and the mother and daughter were currently headed toward that room.
Just then, a caregiver was feeding Bob some oatmeal porridge in the ward.
He could only eat bland food in his current condition.

Sisley set down the container of food she brought and glanced at the plain oatmeal porridge disdainfully. “Dad, I brought you
some mushroom soup. Why don’t you have some? It will do you good.”
“Madam, Mr. Chapman’s body is very weak at the moment. The doctor recommends that he abstain from hearty food for the time
being,” the caregiver informed Sisley quietly.
Sisley’s face clouded over as she looked up at the ceiling and rolled her eyes. “How will he recover if he doesn’t have some
nutritious food in his belly? What on earth is the doctor thinking? She’s doing it on purpose, isn’t she? It looks like she doesn’t
want him to recover!”
The caregiver was troubled. “Those were Dr. Berry’s instructions. If you don’t believe me, you can check with her.”
“How dare you speak to my mother in that manner? Do you wish to be fired?” Hera was irritated when she heard the caregiver
mention Ashlyn.
“Who’s trying to fire the caregiver I hired?”
All of a sudden, a cold voice sounded from the direction of the door of the ward. Sisley and Hera turned to see Ashlyn, who was
dressed in a large white coat, standing at the entrance.
Her slim and tall figure was further emphasized by the loose white coat and she carried herself in an imposing manner.
Reluctantly, Sisley explained, “I spoke hastily because I was concerned about Mr. Chapman’s health. I hope you won’t take my
words to heart.”
No matter how disgruntled and resentful Sisley felt, Ashlyn was currently the matriarch of the Chapman family in name. Thus,
she had no choice but to behave herself in front of Bob.
“Ashlyn...” Bob extended a hand toward Ashlyn. After a brief hesitation, Ashlyn came over. “Grandpa.”
“My days are numbered. If you still refuse to take over the position, I may as well just drop dead.” Bob reached for the machine
by his bed with the intention of turning it off.
“Grandpa, no!” Ashlyn hurriedly grabbed his hand. “Don’t be rash!”
Bob kept his hand on the machine, gripping the switch firmly. “I’ll unplug the machine if you refuse to agree to it! I no longer need
to get better. I’ll just die right now!”

“Grandpa, why must you threaten me?” Ashlyn sighed. “I don’t have much of a relationship with the Chapman family since I grew
up in the countryside. I have no obligation, nor do I feel a sense of duty toward the family. If you really wanted a descendant of
the Chapman family, why must you choose me?”