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 you talk about me like that!”

seemed that this family couldn’t last a day

“I’m talking to Annie, don’t you see? I’m not talking to you.” Ada Hoyle talked

a fight, aren’t you?” Mrs. Hoyle felt like slapping her daughter.

Hoyle was sharp-eyes, “A true gentleman uses his

Mrs. Hoyle was ready for a fight.

Olive Steele watched the mother and daughter quarrelling. It was

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

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 was not

she might try to bring it back. Olive

porridge for the old lady, “Mrs. Hoyle, I know you have eaten salt more than we

porridge with white porcelain spoon. It was fragrant and faintly visible that lotus seed and orange peel were added in it. However, she said strangely, “How dare I object on your cooking? You have bought everyone in this room. Everyone is on your side no leaving an old woman like

you think grandma is an old woman?”

course, grandma is a little older because she is two generations older than me. However, it’s too early to call her an old woman. She will be one twenty years later. A person with grey hair, hunched back, and wrinkles is called an old woman. Grandma is not yet one.”

have a sweet mouth.

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

the dining

his porridge. He covered his mouth and was busy looking for paper towels. He

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

the old lady’s eyes from provoking

could get along well with the grandparents. But, sometimes, she couldn’t help thinking, if the Meyers weren’t exposed, perhaps, the old lady would be able to accept Annie

lady hadn’t fully compromised with her. The old lady was ready to provoke and get on her nerve every single time. It was a long way for her to

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

as serving tea, pouring water, and choosing vegetables. The little girl said to the old lady, “Grandma, I’ll give you another bowl. My teacher said that you should

too long or something, but after only three days, Mrs. Hoyle found that she had no resistance to this sweet and immature voice

that time, she didn’t consider this child nor her mother