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.”

dare you talk about me like

that this family

don’t you see? I’m not

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

sharp-eyes, “A true gentleman uses his tongue, not his hands.”

“Well, I’m not a gentleman!” Mrs. Hoyle was ready for a fight.

and daughter quarrelling. It was actually a good

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

to let her family became vulnerable. Olive Steele understood that, but the old lady forgot that a bond between mother and children was more

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

“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

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

do you think grandma is

to call her an old woman. She will be one twenty years later. A person with grey hair, hunched back,

have a sweet mouth. I’m going to look

look good when you smile. The wrinkles on the corner of your eyes also look good

The atmosphere at the dining table

for paper towels. He felt that Annie was so funny he almost burst out laughing,

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

lady’s eyes from provoking Olive Steele, “How do you know about

the grandparents. But, sometimes, she couldn’t help thinking, if the Meyers weren’t exposed, perhaps,

The old lady was ready to provoke and get on her nerve every single time. It was a long way for her to

she realized, she had finished a large bowl of porridge. She even had the urge to eat another bowl. She had to admit that Olive Steele had

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 give you another bowl. My teacher said

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

fact, Mrs. Hoyle had long wanted a grandchildren, but at that time, she didn’t consider this child nor her mother as part