My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 641

When Ashlyn clicked into on interview video on sociol medio, on elderly, whose foce wos covered with teors ond

snot, come into view. “Now thot she hos become o chompion, she obondons her grondmo who hos roised her up...

Her fother is still imprisoned... How con she do this to us? She hos never visited her fother in the prison. I don't

understond why her heort is so cold. Hos the Berry fomily foiled her?”

Focing the comero, she woiled in ogony, “I wos the one who hod roised her. Bock when we were living in the

countryside, I hod to work non-stop from the crock of down until lote ot night every doy to be oble to offord her

tuition fees by growing vegetobles ond selling them. I never thought thot she would obondon the Berry fomily ond

me once she becomes fomous ond rich.”

This wos merely on interview.

To Ashlyn's surprise, the Loke City News wos oble to invite Suson for o live interview ot six in the evening.

Clod in o business suit, the host wos seoted grocefully os she greeted, “Good evening, my fellow oudience ond

friends. We're honored enough to hove Suson Blockwood, whose gronddoughter is the God of Cors, S, olso known

os Ashlyn Berry, on our show todoy. Ms. Blockwood, soy hello to the viewers!”

“Hello, everyone. I'm Suson Blockwood, Ashlyn's grondmo.” There wos not o single troce of opprehension found on

Suson's foce while she foced the comero.

When Ashlyn clicked into an interview video on social media, an elderly, whose face was covered with tears and

snot, came into view. “Now that she has become a champion, she abandons her grandma who has raised her up...

Her father is still imprisoned... How can she do this to us? She has never visited her father in the prison. I don't

understand why her heart is so cold. Has the Berry family failed her?”

Facing the camera, she wailed in agony, “I was the one who had raised her. Back when we were living in the

countryside, I had to work non-stop from the crack of dawn until late at night every day to be able to afford her

tuition fees by growing vegetables and selling them. I never thought that she would abandon the Berry family and

me once she becomes famous and rich.”

This was merely an interview.

To Ashlyn's surprise, the Lake City News was able to invite Susan for a live interview at six in the evening.

Clad in a business suit, the host was seated gracefully as she greeted, “Good evening, my fellow audience and

friends. We're honored enough to have Susan Blackwood, whose granddaughter is the God of Cars, S, also known

as Ashlyn Berry, on our show today. Ms. Blackwood, say hello to the viewers!”

“Hello, everyone. I'm Susan Blackwood, Ashlyn's grandma.” There was not a single trace of apprehension found on

Susan's face while she faced the camera.

Although she was not dressed in fashionable outfits, she looked gracious.

At the sight of an elderly with a neat appearance, a good impression was left among the audience.

Smiling, the host commented, “We've invited you today because of your interview with the media. After it was

released at 3 o'clock this afternoon, it has garnered quite a lot of attention. This is sensational news in both real life

and online. We would like to find out the truth of the whole incident because taking care of the elderly is a virtuous

habit that has been passed down for generations in our country. We feel truly sorry about your experience, and we

hope that you can answer our questions candidly. Is that all right?”

Susan nodded. “Okay.”

The host looked at Susan with a gentle gaze and inquired, “May I know when Ashlyn left the Berry family?”

“She has never returned after my son, Horace Berry, was imprisoned. In the spacious Berry Residence, I was left

alone with only a maid.”

Susan's eyes reddened as she spoke.

Raising her sleeve, she pretended to wipe her tears away, garnering sympathy from the audience at the scene and

those who were watching on screen.

“Do you know... that Ashlyn is the God of Cars, S?”

“I didn't know that at first. Previously, all l knew was that she was a doctor at the First Hospital in Lake City. She's

usually quite busy, so I never get to meet her, although I miss her a lot.” She let out a sigh as she continued, “When

she had fallen sick back when she was a child, I carried her all the way to the Bellflower Hospital in the freezing

cold. Now that she's a renowned doctor and the God of Cars... she no longer cares about her country bumpkin

grandma.”

As she spoke, tears began streaming down her face.

“Her mother died early, so I was the one who had brought her up. I don't have a hidden agenda for taking part in

this show. All I want is to send her a message through this show, telling her how much I miss her and that I hope

that she can spare some time to visit me.”

Everyone, who was listening to her story, could not help but shed tears out of sympathy.

Sitting before the television, Ashlyn gazed at the screen impassively. It broke her heart to watch her grandma,

whom she had respected since young, defaming her on Twitter and slandering her on live news.

“Now that she's successful in bringing honor to the country, I'm a useless old lady who's holding her back. It's fine

even if she doesn't take care of me. As long as she's safe and happy, I'm satisfied.”