Chapter 9 Stand Up for Her

Be a good Mrs. Smith…

Cynthia lowered her head with darkened eyes and whispered, “Okay!”

Alston liked quietness. Besides Greg, there were only a few servants at home. The whole house was

in silence now

The lunch in the Miller family was too plentiful and greasy, and Cynthia knew that Alston didn’t get a few bites. She was afraid that he was hungry, so she went to the kitchen to cook some food as soon as she returned to the Smith family.

As soon as Cynthia put the food on the table, there was a clatter of high heels at the gate, which was particularly harsh in the quiet house.

“Alston…” With a shrill voice, a middle-aged woman wearing delicate makeup and famous brands suddenly rushed to Alston’s wheelchair.

Cynthia was afraid that the woman would hit Alston’s legs, and she hurriedly separated them, blocking the woman.

Suddenly blocked, Stella Smith was unhappy and looked Cynthia up and down. “Are you the illegitimate daughter of the Miller family? No wonder you are so uncultured that you don’t deserve

my son!”

Son?

Was she Alston’s mother?

Cynthia paused and frowned. Alston had already woken up yesterday, and Greg called her several times, but she didn’t give a response. But now, she was pretending to show her fake love for her son.

Such a kind of mother… It was better not to have such a mother.

for Alston, and she firmly guarded him as

ate his

on the table, Stella

one side,

my son? Look at what you cook! As a doctor, you didn’t take good care of a patient. Do you want to kill him? What’s the

face. He turned

didn’t hit her. What qualifies

in his voice,

to warn Cynthia as a mother-in-law. Still, she didn’t expect her heartless son to

an essential role in her

burying her face. Although there was a conspicuous palm print on her face, it did not reduce her beauty,

It couldn’t imagine that Alston would be seduced by such

didn’t take good care

Stella was about to show her fake love, Cynthia suddenly interrupted her.

four months. If you let him a feast, you want him to die. If I don’t know you are his mother, I

“You…”

too angry to speak. Looking at Alston,

she knew how to fight back. She really

soft hands and continued

Cynthia in front of Alston, but she couldn’t endure her anger. She slumped down in a chair and said, “I’m hungry. I don’t want to eat that. Cook something

move, and Stella was ready to criticize her. Then

on the table.

his darkened eyes, Cynthia and Stella were

He turned his wheelchair and was ready to go back to his room. Before

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