I hope it's not poison

What kind of mother are you? I hate you so much” she yelled and then laid on the bed and closed her eyes as tears slipped down her cheeks.

Lisa sighed softly as she stared at the little girl who was lying beside her facing the other side of the bed. She felt her heart break at what she had said. “What kind of mother are you?”.

“Adrianna,” she called but no response.

“Adrianna I-“ she paused as she sighed for the hundredth time.

“Have a good night's sleep, Adrianna”, she said as she lay on bed beside her, lots of thoughts going through her mind

It was morning and Arianna had woken up so early so she could get the kids dressed up for school.

She had gone downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the kids but then to her utmost surprise, she saw Lisa in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

She stared at her with a look of surprise on her face. She wondered what she was cooking, why she was cooking, and who she was cooking for.

“What's going on here, Alex?” she asked the butler and