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 hurried
