The President’s Stubborn Love

The Henry Family looks opulent, but is not really a family of the world.

Aaron’s grandfather’s generation started to make a fortune, but just in time to catch a few major reforms and seize the opportunity. In recent years, the Henry Family has not rushed to develop the market, and the Henry Family elders have started to focus on the development of the younger generation.

There are countless rules inside the home.

Sherry worked for over an hour before peacefully bringing Monica, in her formal dress, downstairs to the restaurant.

“This way, please.” The maid dropped her eyes and whispered as she ushered them into the dining room.

Kirsty didn’t say a word the whole time, but was silently noting the movement next to her.

The maids were quietly setting out the dishes and there were a few small children playing outside on the lawn, presumably the Henry Family uncles’ children, Aaron’s younger siblings.

“You guys are really listening.”

Reto and Veli appeared together, both wearing the same clothes and the exact same hairstyle.

Suddenly someone raised an eyebrow at Sherry.

“Now, can you still tell the two of us apart?”

Hearing this tone, Sherry immediately took a step to the side, “Young master, please behave yourself.”

The twin brothers froze at the same time.

Reto was even more annoyed, “I obviously already look like him, how come you can still see it, no fun.”

They both love to play games like this.

All the maids in the Henry Family would have been fooled by them, how come when it came to Sherry, it was seen through at a glance.

“Shall we, gouge out her eyes and be done with it.”

Both men looked at Sherry sinisterly at the same time.

That look, as if they were going to gouge her eyes out the next moment.

Sherry immediately apologized, I was just guessing.”

Looks like she’s going to guess wrong next time.

“How on earth did you manage not to burn to death last time with a fire that big? Big brother says it was that boy who protected you, but why don’t I believe it! He’s full of nothing but fools, he shouldn’t have given a damn about your death.”

Fools?

Sherry and Kirsty both understood that he was talking about Monica.

But the other side is so dignified that they cannot retort and stand up for Monica.

Sherry even clasped her palm in silence.

With such boring aristocrats, the only way to dissuade them from tormenting her is to act bored, although this approach doesn’t work with Aaron.

But it works for people like Reto who are desperate for self-expression and seek approval.

He smiled contemptuously and reached out to pinch Sherry’s cheek, “I still say, any time you need help, you can come to my room.”

He also deliberately pressed a little closer to her ear.

The two men’s movements looked incredibly ambiguous.

The maids walking by were surprised to see this scene.

“How can that caretaker be so close to the third and fourth young masters? It’s unseemly, should we tell Madam?”

“Look again, I heard it was that Monica who brought them in, and even if we don’t say anything, the missus won’t let them off the hook.”

“Not even a smile, no fun.”

Reto eventually let go, but Sherry’s shoulder was already on the verge of being misaligned by his squeeze, and when he let go of the force, her whole shoulder, along with her spine, ached vaguely.

There was even that painful sensation of breaking among the crevices of the bones.

It was as if both of her arms had been taken apart and put back together.

“Just bear with me a little longer, after this meal.” Kirsty warned in a low voice beside her.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Sherry doesn’t agree with her.

It was clearly a comfort to her.

They have arrived at the Henry Family, fish for the slaughter, and today’s dinner is just the beginning.

But there is no other way but to endure.

Sherry hung her head and stood quietly behind Monica.

And I don’t know if it was just her, but just as she moved her feet, Monica glanced over her shoulder, and after a very light glance, moved away quickly.

into that lost in thought state of hers again.

Sherry had no time to think about it before a maid called out, “Hello ma’am.”

At that moment, they looked in that direction and at the end of the lawn came an elegant noblewoman, and upon meeting her, Sherry was filled with questions.

Why would Aaron’s father cheat on him when he has a woman like that in the house!

Lousie, with a smile on her face and a soft, warm air on her lightly painted face, reaches out her hand as soon as she sees Monica, but reaches halfway up and senses Monica’s resistance.

She immediately withdrew her hand.

“It’s okay, you must feel rusty and scared after we haven’t seen each other for so long.” When she spoke, her voice was also quite gentle.

It even gave Sherry an illusion.

It was not like she was meeting her husband’s illegitimate daughter, but rather like she was looking at a friend’s child.

Can that gentle, concerned gaze really be faked?

Sherry was gawking quietly from the sidelines, but she was paying more attention to Monica’s reaction, which she had promised to protect.

Everyone here, is not to be trusted.

Lousie smiled and behaved with grace throughout, waiting until the other Henry Family children arrived and rising to command, her voice dignified and charming.

“Well, let’s start the meal before we all get hungry.”

This hostess pie of hers is really elegant.

Sherry and Kirsty didn’t get a share of the table.

Right behind Monica was the company, but this hurdle, too, was the one they found the toughest.

Monica is normally able to eat on her own, but can appear cranky if she comes across a bad mood.

Dropping plates, throwing food, dancing like nobody’s business, all possible.

Either way, it would be against the rules of the Henry Family.

A scolding was sure to be inevitable and everyone in the Henry Family would know that Monica had not recovered from her mental problems.

Things are in trouble.

Sherry was beside herself, watching Monica’s expressions with recognition, taking the opportunity to step up and help out at key moments in the service.

It’s unobtrusive and ensures that Monica doesn’t make a fool of herself.

“Monica, please drink.”

As Monica was about to accidentally break the cup, Sherry stepped forward just in time to hold it in place.

The twin brothers sitting opposite them grimaced.

“It seems that Monica’s sister is not yet well.”

“After so many years of treatment and no improvement, I don’t think, it’s not going to be cured.”

Together they leaned back on the tabletop, their eyes fixed straight on Monica, “Are you really mad or are you just pretending?”

At the sound of the words, Sherry noticed that Monica’s expression had visibly changed.

She dreaded the formal seriousness of the atmosphere before her.

With a twist of the wrist, he threw the knife and fork in his hand directly across the room.

If you accidentally hurt Reto or Veli, you’ll be in trouble.

In desperation, Sherry had no choice but to use her own hands to grab it.

The fork was fine, it was the hard grip on the blade with her left hand that cut her palm, but she didn’t dare show a different expression, hastily dropping her hand and passing a look to Kirsty.

Kirsty also hurriedly and quietly handed her paper.

But before the paper reached Sherry, she heard Lousie ask, “Are you Monica’s caregiver? How long have you been working?”