My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 302

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 302

“It’s… It’s regarding Mr. Haddock… “ Horace stuttered as he struggled to come up with an excuse.

Ashlyn cocked her eyebrows and stared at him with a frosty look in her eyes. “The more you try to distract me, the more I want to know who on earth you are hiding in the attic. What secret are you keeping from me?”

The violent coughing started again.

At such proximity, the coughing sounds were clear and ear-piercing!

Ashlyn widened her eyes in disbelief. This familiar voice…

Fury surged through her as she pushed open the door forcefully!

The first thing she saw within the constricted space was a small bed. A pale-faced elderly was lying on the bed, all curled up.

The attic was extremely run-down and poorly maintained with trash scattered across the floor.

The air inside smelled stale, as if the room had not been ventilated for a long time.

In fact, it would be surprising if anyone who stayed there for a long time did not get ill.

Ashlyn could hardly believe her eyes when she saw the frail elderly lying on the bed.

“Grandma!”

The elderly woman, whose small frame was curled up like a ball, was Susan Blackwood. She was falling in and out of consciousness and could hardly register what was going on.

Susan slowly opened her eyes when she heard the familiar voice. As her clouded eyes gradually regained focus, she managed to recognize the beautiful face in front of her, “Ashlyn… Is that you?”

Her voice sounded weak and was barely audible.

“Grandma, how are you feeling?” Ashlyn knelt beside Susan’s bed and held her hand tightly.

“Grandma’s fine… “ Susan smiled lovingly at her granddaughter before shutting her eyes again.

“Grandma! Grandma!” Ashlyn checked Susan’s pulse at once while ringing the hospital. “I’m Ashlyn Berry, please send an ambulance to the Berry Residence immediately. The address is XXX street, unit number XX.”

After Ashlyn got off the phone, she swept her cold gaze towards Horace, Mary and Penelope. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Ashlyn… Please listen to me… “ Horace’s heart went cold as he looked at Ashlyn nervously. The imposing aura exuded by his older daughter was sending chills down his spine.

“Shut up!” Ashlyn bellowed.

“You! How can you yell at dad! You have really gone too far!” Penelope screamed.

“You have no right to interrupt!” Ashlyn swept a glance at Penelope before turning her attention back to Horace again. She fixed her icy gaze on her dad and said, “All along, I’ve thought that grandma was living comfortably. I’ve never expected that you would subject her to such torture.”

“Watch your words, I’m warning you. No one tortured her. We fed her well and tried to satisfy her every whim. She was the one who complained that it was too noisy downstairs and insisted on moving to the attic!” Mary jumped out to refute Ashlyn.

“Well, she’s obviously very ill to me, but not only did you not do anything for her, you even tried to lie and keep it from me. What was that for? Ashlyn narrowed her eyes and continued, “Mary Canter, are you really taking me for a fool?”

Mary’s eyes widened in indignation. “You… Did you just call me by my full name? I’m your step-mom and your elder! After disrespecting your dad just now, you’re disrespecting me now! You’re too much!”

“Ashlyn, we are still your elders after all. Besides, we have never ill-treated your grandma. She hasn’t been able to get used to city life after arriving from the suburbs and kept telling us that it’s quieter up here in the attic.” Horace knew that there was no way he could admit that he had indeed mistreated his own mother.

“Oh wow, what a hypocrite! Lying without even batting an eyelid,” Ashlyn sneered and carried on, “Do you think I won’t have any evidence just because I didn’t see you torturing grandma with my own eyes?”

Ashlyn could no longer be bothered to argue with those people who were just like garbage. She wanted to feed them to the sharks.

However, she was rational enough to remember that she was still one of the Berrys.

She could only try to suppress her burning rage and start devising a plan.

Ashlyn contacted Harrison on social media at once, “Get Leonard to conduct a thorough investigation on Berry Furnishings’ finances and tax issues. You and Anderson are in charge of attacking Berry Furnishings’ firewall to see if you can obtain any incriminating evidence.”

“Yes, boss.”

Harrison, who was in his office, slid his chair towards Anderson and said, “Tsk tsk, boss is finally making a move against Berry Furnishings.”

“Horace Berry has been acting so ridiculously. Our boss has already tolerated him for a super long time,” Anderson chuckled.