My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 1099

Chapter 1099 No Family

"Yes, Mr. Nolan!" the security guards replied in unison before dragging the young lady out of the mall.

Needless to say, the latter was exasperated. "You're all bullying me, and I'll make sure you regret this! You'd better... Ah! Don't you dare touch me! Hands off! You--"

The mall manager quickly approached Lucas with much bowing and scraping. "Mr. Nolan, what brings you to Jadeborough? Why didn't you inform me?"

"Why didn't you stop that kind of customer earlier?" Lucas asked as he shot the manager a languid glance.

Feeling rather embarrassed, the manager leaned over and whispered something into Lucas' ear before stepping back. "So, you, see Mr. Nolan, we were in a really tough spot!" To his surprise, the man merely scoffed, "Ha! So what?"

The manager looked at Lucas worriedly and was about to say something more when the latter wrapped his arm around his female companion. "How is she doing?"

Ashlyn, who had her eyes fixed on the old lady beside her, answered, "I think we need to take her to the hospital."

Lucas nodded in agreement. "Let's go."

The next second, the couple escorted the old lady out of the shopping mall and headed straight for the hospital in their car.

However, as soon as they arrived at Jadeborough Hospital and arranged for the old lady's admission, the latter stubbornly resisted it.

"I don't want to be hospitalized... I don't want it..."

"Your health is in a poor state right now, and relying solely on quick-acting heart reliever pills won't do any good. You need to be hospitalized and receive treatment," Ashlyn coaxed as she held the old lady's hand. "Not only do you have heart problems, but you also have other health issues. There could be complications. This is a serious matter."

Despite that, the old lady shook her head in fear. "I don't want to... I don't want to be hospitalized..."

By then, Ashlyn was somewhat at a loss. She was in no way skilled at coaxing the elderly folks, but for some reason, she felt a sense of familiarity upon meeting the old lady.

The likeliest reason for that was she had been reminded of her grandmother, who once showered her with unconditional love and kindness.

Even though Susan changed later on, that didn't stop Ashlyn from caring for the vulnerable groups.

After all, some people might change for the worse, but some could change for the better.

"Ma'am, don't worry," Ashlyn said smilingly, her voice soft and gentle as if she were comforting a child. "The doctors won't harm you. They're just going to give you a health checkup and prescribe you a course of treatment."

Eventually, the old lady began to calm down, thanks to Ashlyn's company and constant reassurance.

"All right, then," she said with a heavy sigh.

Now that the old lady had finally quieted down, Ashlyn added, "I need to notify your family. Can you give me their contact information?"

At the mention of the word "family," the old lady's face was instantly etched with loneliness. "I... I don't have a family."

The next second, she sighed and wrapped the thin hospital blanket around herself, covering her head as she did.

Ashlyn couldn't help but laugh at the old lady's childish antics. She reached out and pulled down the blanket till it revealed the old lady's gloomy face. "Ma'am, you can't do this. You'll smother yourself." No sooner had she finished speaking than a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes burst into the ward. Upon seeing the old lady in the hospital bed, he furrowed his brows and said sternly, "Mom, can you stop causing me trouble? Why did you sneak out? Do you know how worried I was when I couldn't replace you? How many times have you run away from home now?"

Ashlyn spun around to look at the surprise visitor, only to freeze in place once she saw the middle-aged man's face.

Lucas, too, frowned when he recognized the man as someone who usually only appeared on television.

"Hmph! You're always busy with work and hardly pay any attention to me. I could let it slide if you were married, but you're not! I don't even have a grandchild I can dote on..." the old lady grumbled, eyes welling up as she glared at the middle-aged man like a child throwing a tantrum.

The man sighed helplessly. "Mom... How am I supposed to get married when I'm so busy every day? Can you please not do this anymore? I don't have the time to track you down whenever you run away from home."