My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 314

Old Master Fletcher smacked his thigh in anger. “Argh, how many times do I have to repeat myself? I am Mark Fletcher. Mason Fletcher is my older brother and he has been dead for decades!”

Sophia headed in that direction as she looked at Old Mater Fletcher playing chess with the silly old man. Old Master Fletcher had barely moved a chess piece for most of the day as he was busy boasting.

Stanley was bringing his dog for a walk while using his phone whereas Sean was standing among a group of old men while waving at her.

“Sophia, you’re here!”

She walked to Sean while asking, “Who is that newcomer?”

Sean answered helplessly, “That is the oldest person from my grandfather’s generation. He was deeply affected after the death of his only son. From then on, he has Alzheimer’s disease and treats everyone he meets as his son.”

He does seem like he has Alzheimer’s disease.

He explained, “He has been treating me as his son the whole day, but you shouldn’t correct him, though.”

Sophia glanced at the new old man while feeling helpless.

The most saddening thing on Earth is definitely when a parent experiences the death of their children.

 

While those two chatted, Mark and Old Master Mitchell had already played a few rounds with each other.

“Whoa, Mason, why are your chess skills so lousy? You are worse than my son!”

 

“Argh, I am Mark Fletcher! Mason is my brother and he’s dead!”

“Hey, Mark, my son’s calligraphy is great. When he arrives later, I’ll ask him to show you.”

“Your son is dead too!”

“Nonsense! Look, isn’t my son here now?”

Old Master Mitchell remarked while waving at Sean and stated lovingly, “Son, quickly come over here and show your calligraphy to Uncle Commander.”

to walk over to them with a

Old Master Mitchell seemed not to notice and still waved his hand. “Son, why aren’t you

answered, “Dad, I’m

at him unhappily. “You are not my son. You are my younger brother’s grandson,

Sophia and Stanley stood and beckoned at them. “Son, come

Stanley while nudging him. “Son, he’s calling

old man in Sean’s family, he had no choice

I’m calling for

dumbfounded when he

while smiling

today. Why would Old Master

noticed something since he was also waving

at Old Master Mitchell, who was staring at her in anticipation,

him, he regarded her with a tender look. His cloudy eyes seemed not to have noticed that his ‘son’ was

a pen on the table. A lot of characters had been written there—it was probably the ones that Sean

glanced at her, asking, “Son, why aren’t

expose herself as a woman. She glanced

amiss. On the contrary, he answered with

he is beyond saving! He can’t even differentiate between a man and

wanted her to write something. “Come here;

Master Mitchell. Then, she picked up the fountain pen to write something on the

Master Mitchell made a request. “Write an ancient

Ancient poem…

picked the pen up, writing a few neat rows of words with her narrow handwriting before placing the book in front of the two men once she

Mitchell looked at it with satisfaction before handing the book over to Old Master Fletcher. He gloated, “Mason, quickly

Fletcher!” Old Master Fletcher insisted while accepting the book

thousands of miles away from

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255