My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 476

Chapter 476

She raised the needle, whose sharp tip glinted in the light, and walked towards Charlotte.

“I’ll stab your face until it’s ruined! Perhaps then, you won’t dare to appear in front of my son again. After all, men are superficial beings who only care about beauty. If your face is destroyed, who would want you? Even if you become a prostitute, no one would want to sleep with you!”

Charlotte was shocked and terrified. She could not help but stagger backward and shield her body with her arms, trying to protect herself.

“No!” screamed Charlotte miserably.

She retreated backward further out of fear until her back was pressed against the wall.

Holding the needles, Mrs. Fraser inched closer and closer to Charlotte.

Charlotte’s expression changed drastically as she stared at the sharp tips of the needles.

Mrs. Fraser strode towards her and stabbed the needles she was holding forcefully onto Charlotte’s face.

“Ahhh—” While Charlotte shrieked in misery, a dozen needles had already stabbed her face. The pain was excruciating.

Blood flowed down the needles, making her beautiful face looked extremely horrifying.

Mrs. Fraser released her grip instantly. When she gradually regained her rationality and saw what had happened in front of her, she shook her head vigorously.

“No… It’s not like that. I didn’t stab you… I didn’t even want to hurt you.”

Pointing at Charlotte, who had dropped to her knees due to the unbearable pain, she snapped viciously, “You forced me to do this. If you didn’t seduce my son, I wouldn’t have lost my rationality out of fury!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to harm you on purpose. Please don’t blame me! Charlotte, if you want to blame someone, blame it on your terrible fate and family. After all, you’re nothing but an orphan!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to harm you on purpose. Please don’t blame me! Charlotte, if you want to blame someone, blame it on your terrible fate and family. After all, you’re nothing but an orphan!”

With that, Mrs. Fraser hurriedly dashed towards the mansion’s door.

When the alarm clock rang, Ashlyn’s mind was still blank.

It took her quite a while before she finally came to her senses and realized that she needed to take Charlotte out shopping.

She glanced at her dark wrists habitually, discovering that the black patches had already spread to the middle of her arm.

She smiled helplessly. This poison is spreading really quickly.

Taking a deep breath, she finished washing up and left the lab.

As she was too tired last night, she fell asleep there.

When she walked to her Land Rover, she saw Anderson sitting on the driver’s seat.

The young man looked at her worriedly, while Ashlyn raised her eyebrow. “I’m not dead yet. Why do you look so depressed?”

“Boss…” called Anderson, almost choking on his tears.

“That’s enough. Get rid of that melodramatic expression. I’m a scourge, okay? I will not die so easily. Perhaps, there might be a cure tomorrow.” Patting his shoulder, Ashlyn sat on the seat beside him. “Let’s go to the Fraser family.”

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the Fraser family’s mansion.

When Ashlyn alighted the car, she frowned when she noticed that the entrance to the mansion was wide open.

Once inside, her sharp senses brought her attention to the blood on the floor.

She was taken aback. Why is there blood on the floor?

She strode towards the living room briskly.

The air in the empty living room was filled with the metallic smell of blood, while drops of blood were splattered on the clean floor.

“Charlotte?” Ashlyn started to panic. What happened? Why is there blood?

She heard no response in the empty mansion.

Calling Anderson quickly, she instructed, “Come in.”

Unsure of what was going on, Anderson alighted the car and dashed into the mansion. He immediately saw the panicked look on Ashlyn’s pretty face. “You’ll go upstairs, while I’ll search in the courtyard.

Charlotte’s gone.”

“Why is she gone?” Anderson was shocked too.

Both of them went their separate ways to search for Charlotte.

After ten minutes, they met at the mansion’s entrance again.

“She’s not upstairs.”

“She’s not in the courtyard either.”

Ashlyn was worried sick. As Charlotte was autistic, she was afraid that something bad might have happened to her.

“Tell the others to search for her. I’ll look for Lochlan right away.”

“Okay.”

Meanwhile, Lochlan was sitting in a café, which had a relaxing atmosphere.

Over ten minutes have passed since the agreed time, but Ms. Warhol was nowhere to be seen.