My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 879

Chapter 879 The Same Birthday

She hastened to catch up with Ashlyn and blocked the latter's path. With a crazed expression, she demanded, “Ashlyn, did you do it on purpose? What are you trying to do, huh?” She ruined my birthday party and deliberately invited all the big shots and stole my thunder. “You're just trying to aggravate me. Since when do we share the same birthday?”

Ashlyn snickered. “You're right. When have you, Mary, or Horace ever cared about how I'm doing? Of course we share the same birthday. When you were blowing out candles and happily counting your gifts, I was brushed off to the kitchen to eat your leftovers! Penelope, nobody in the Berry family remembers that we share the same birthday! I just gave you a small taste of what I have in store for you and you can't even handle it already?”

Ashlyn couldn't help but scorn when she thought of the suffering she had endured back when she was with the Berrys.

Penelope shook her head in exasperation. “You did it on purpose. You wanted to humiliate and retaliate against me!”

Ashlyn is such a scheming woman to have picked today out of all days. She's despicable.

Penelope had been unsure of how she had managed to escape the private room. She had felt lost in a daze as the world spun around her, leaving her disoriented and confused.

When she reached the restroom and saw that Ashlyn was there too, all of her emotions—anger, indignation, hatred—came flooding out.

I'm already the young lady of the Yates family, and yet I still have to live under the shadow of Ashlyn!

Since young, not only was Ashlyn pretty and intelligent, but the boys that Penelope had crushes on would only have eyes for Ashlyn. It was always Ashlyn.

It was the same in their university days as well. Ashlyn could get into the best university, and she could only get into a mediocre one.

Penelope felt that fate had always handed her the shorter end of the stick.

Not only had Ashlyn stolen her place as the eldest daughter of the Berry family, but Ashlyn's mother had also done the same by stealing Mary's place in the Berry family.

And now Ashlyn was trying to walk all over her.

Penelope wailed at the top of her lungs, “Ashlyn, I hate you! What do you want from me? You've been taking everything from me since we were kids. Isn't that enough? Why do you have to bully me on my birthday? Listen well, I'm the young lady of the Yates family, and you'll never be able to measure up to me. You're just a lowlife. No matter what you do, you can never be a part of the real aristocracy like the Yates family. You can only look up to us, but you'll never belong—”

Before she could finish her sentence, a crisp, loud slap could be heard.