The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

At Mrs. Hoyle’s age, even though she slept late, her biological clock would still wake her up on time. She couldn’t sleep in and decided to get up.

She reached out and touched the other side of the bed. It’s cold. When she opened her eyes, Annie wasn’t there.

In the cracks of slightly opened window, she could hear faintly a laughter from the garden. She pulled up the curtains and noticed the east part of the sky was bright. The summer sun had rose. The little girl was playing boxing with her father. She was throwing one punch after another.

Like father like daughter. Even since she fell in love with her granddaughter she once disliked, she noticed that she grew more and more like her father when he was young. She was lively and daring.

She watched them playing happily. She had been standing by the window for half an hour without realizing it. It was not until the duo of father and daughter ran back inside covered with sweat did the old lady changed her clothes and went downstairs.

At this time, Olive Steele prepared a delicious breakfast. She cooked a pot of healthy porridge which was suitable for the stomach of elderly. She also fried ham and eggs, baked bread and toast, and made several appetizers. She tried to cover everyone’s liking.

“Good morning, Mrs. Hoyle.” Olive Steele saw the old lady and smiled. This was a new day and it had to be started with a new gesture. She always believed that smiling was the best weapon to resolve grievances and embarrassment.

Mrs. Hoyle stared at her flatly, but she was surprised, “Did you do it all?”

She nodded, “Have a taste.”

Annie took a shower, took Alan Hoyle’s hand, and came over, “The food cooked by mom is always delicious. Grandma, you have to taste it.”

The food indeed looked good. At first glance, it was appetizing, but Mrs. Hoyle was still sarcastic, “She is your mother. Of course, you will speak highly of her.”

“Uncle Cui Yongyuan said that people should tell the truth. I’m just telling you the truth.”

she patted her chest and said, “Since I cannot convince Grandma, you can tell by yourself after you have a taste.”

Ada Hoyle got up the latest. She came downstairs with pajamas and slippers, “Annie, don’t sweat it. Even if it’s delicious, your grandma will say that it isn’t.”

her, “How dare

Olive Steele sighed. It seemed that this family couldn’t

not

looking for a fight, aren’t you?” Mrs. Hoyle felt

gentleman uses his tongue, not his

a gentleman!” Mrs. Hoyle was ready for a

quarrelling. It was actually a good

that since after her father died, Mrs. Hoyle had grown nothing but serious. She wasn’t kind, harmonious, or even

the family had fallen. She probably thought of a way not to let her family became vulnerable. Olive Steele understood that, but the old lady forgot that a bond between mother and children was more of an emotional need and it

she might try to

“Mrs. Hoyle, I know you have eaten salt more than we eat rice. I don’t know if this

in it. However, she said strangely, “How dare I object

“Annie, do you think grandma is an

generations older than me. However, it’s too early to call her an old woman. She will be one twenty years later.

Mrs. Hoyle happy, “You have a sweet mouth. I’m going to look

“What’s wrong with having a sweet mouth to make you happy?” Annie asked frankly, “Grandma, in fact, you should smile more. You look good when you smile. The wrinkles on the corner of your eyes also look good when you smile. I think you must be very

The atmosphere at the dining table was

busy looking for paper towels. He felt that Annie was

things, but I feel this one suits grandma the best. Otherwise, grandma can’t give birth to my handsome father, can she? Without a handsome father, my mother won’t give birth to a beautiful little girl like me, will she? This is called heredity—” she shook her head, “No it’s actually called good genes.”

old lady’s eyes from provoking Olive Steele, “How do you know about heredity and good

like angels and happy beans for the elderly. Olive Steele hoped that her child could get along well with the grandparents. But, sometimes, she couldn’t help

with her. The old lady was ready to provoke and get on her nerve every single

Mrs. Hoyle didn’t have her appetite these past few days, but before she realized, she had finished a large bowl of porridge. She even had the urge to eat another bowl. She had to

do what she can for them such as serving tea, pouring water, and choosing vegetables. The little girl said to the old lady, “Grandma, I’ll

three days, Mrs. Hoyle found that she had no resistance to this sweet and immature voice of Annie. She admitted that Olive Steele had raised this

time, she didn’t