The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 482

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 me like that!”

Olive Steele sighed. It seemed that this family couldn’t last a day without a fight.

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

“You’re looking for a fight, aren’t you?” Mrs. Hoyle felt like slapping her daughter.

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

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

Olive Steele watched the mother and daughter quarrelling. It was actually a good thing to bicker sometimes.

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

Perhaps, in 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.

This family lacked warmth for years and now, Annie and she might try to bring it back. Olive Steele couldn’t help smiling, “Enjoy your breakfast.”

She filled a 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 me.”

Mrs. Hoyle sat down and gently stirred the 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 me alone.”

Olive Steele winked at Annie, “Annie, do you think grandma is an old woman?”

Annie didn’t understand a thing. She said without thinking, “Compared with me, of 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.”