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

ate his food gracefully, in

table, Stella changed her face. She suddenly slapped Cynthia without

side,

son? Look at what you cook! As a doctor, you didn’t take good care of a

Cynthia’s face. He turned his wheelchair

hit her.

anger in his

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

woman played an essential role in her

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

and secretly scolding Cynthia, It couldn’t imagine that Alston would be seduced by such a woman.

mother and I love you. Cynthia didn’t take good care

to show her fake love, Cynthia

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

“You…”

to speak. Looking at Alston,

weak, she knew how to fight

Cynthia’s soft hands and continued to eat

slumped down in a chair and said, “I’m hungry.

ready to criticize

on the table.

his darkened eyes, Cynthia and Stella were afraid to

to go back to his room. Before he left, he

You can’t

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