My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 687

Chapter 687

Not only were the people around her shocked, but so were her own parents.

When asked what the cause of her transformation was, she could not bring herself to explain it to them.

Her thoughts instantly drifted to Hera Chapman, the woman who had been blacklisted by the fashion industry.

For some reason, she had a hunch that Ashlyn was also the mastermind behind Hera's misfortune.

In the meantime, Naomi lay on the hospital bed, her physique gradually shrinking.

She had lost a lot of weight due to her extremely poor appetite.

Thus, the doctor had no choice but to start her on intravenous vitamin therapy. Otherwise, she would break apart if she continued like this.

Blair stayed by her bed, peeling an apple for her.

After peeling, the young man cut the apple into small slices before placing them on a plate and putting it in front of her.

He wrote some words on a piece of paper: Naomi, have some food.

"Blair... Do you think Lucas and Ashlyn will reconcile?" asked Naomi stubbornly. She was afraid that her day would come before they got back together.

What if I don't wake up one morning? I'm scared!

Blair scribbled another line of words on the paper. It read: What nonsense are you talking about? They'll definitely reconcile.

However, a lump began to form in his throat despite writing those words.

How did my bright sister suddenly become so frail and fragile? That wretched mysterious person! Why did they want to harm Ashlyn? In the end, they caused Naomi great misery instead! No matter who got hurt by the poison, my heart aches for either of them. I would rather be the one to suffer in their stead!

He sat there for a long time, keeping Naomi company. Only after the young girl fell asleep did he get up and exit the ward.

His lonely figure leaned against the icy wall and eventually slumped to the ground.

With bended knees, he fell to the floor as a sob escaped his lips.

Right at this moment, a hand as pale as porcelain reached out and patted him on his shoulder. Subsequently, someone squatted in front of him, pulling him into their embrace.

Ashlyn's soothing voice rang out beside his ear. "You're her older brother. How can you break down so easily? Your brother is busy, so you're the only pillar of support for your family. You're fine..." Hearing her soft voice, the young man instinctively looked up at the woman in front of him.

Her beautiful countenance was just before his, yet her gaze was as gentle as a mother's.

His heart ached once more. "Ashlyn, it hurts so badly..."

"Men shouldn't cry so easily. I'll surely replace a way to save Naomi. How could I possibly watch as she..." Ashlyn's hoarse voice trailed off, her bloodshot eyes reflecting her concern for the matter. "Ashlyn..." Blair slowly lifted his head to look at her.

Her face exuded an enchanting glimmer as he stared at her under the bright lights of the corridor, which was somehow calming to him.

Blair's lips quivered as he began to speak. His voice was low with a tinge of youthfulness. "I want to—"

Suddenly, the sound of rushed footsteps resounded in the corridor. The duo looked in the direction of the sound in astonishment. "Ashlyn Berry!" shouted a middle-aged woman.

With a fierce roar, the woman hastily walked in front of Ashlyn and lifted her hand, ready to give the latter a slap.

With his lightning-quick reflexes, Blair gripped the woman's wrist and pushed her back, causing her to stagger backward a few steps.

Thankfully, the man behind her managed to catch her. Otherwise, she would have fallen to the ground.

"Blair? Do you even respect your parents anymore?" The woman's voice was shrill and ear-piercing.

Blair was taken aback.

He looked at the woman, who was dressed in a graceful, tight-fitting gown. A pearl necklace adorned her neck, making her exude an air of elegance and nobility.

Nevertheless, there was a vicious, cold glint in her eyes that struck fear in those who met her gaze.

The young man opened his mouth to speak. "Madam..."

Slap!

A hard slap landed on Blair's face.

His head tilted to one side, and his slapped cheek turned red.

"You bastard! What right do you have to speak to her like that?" Franklin elegantly accepted a handkerchief handed to him by a subordinate. The former's face was dark as the night as he glared at Blair. Behind the tall middle-aged man stood two neat rows of men in black. Each of them was formidable and immovable as they stood expressionlessly, awaiting their employer's orders.

"Dad..." Blair's eyes reddened as he stared at Franklin incredulously.