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.”

Mrs. Hoyle glared at her, “How dare you talk about

that this family couldn’t last a day without

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

you?” Mrs.

“A true gentleman uses his tongue, not his

I’m not a gentleman!” Mrs. Hoyle was ready

quarrelling. It

told her once that since after her father died, Mrs. Hoyle had grown nothing but serious.

the old lady’s mind, when her husband died, the pillar of 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 was not equal to cowardice.

she might try to bring it back. Olive Steele couldn’t help

bowl of porridge for the old lady, “Mrs. Hoyle, I know you have eaten salt more than we eat rice. I don’t know if this porridge suits your liking. If you don’t like it, you can tell

in it. However, she said strangely, “How dare I object on your cooking?

winked at Annie, “Annie, do you think grandma is

me. However, it’s too early to call her an

sweet mouth.

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.

the dining table

was busy looking for paper towels. He felt that Annie was so

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

the old lady’s eyes from provoking Olive Steele, “How do

child could get along well with the grandparents. But, sometimes, she couldn’t help thinking, if the Meyers weren’t exposed, perhaps,

that the old lady hadn’t fully compromised with her. The old lady was ready to provoke and get on her nerve every single time. It was

bowl of porridge. She even had the urge to eat another bowl. She had to admit that Olive Steele

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

found that she had no resistance

had long wanted a grandchildren, but at that time, she didn’t