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.”

no choice but to walk over to

and still waved his hand. “Son, why aren’t

“Dad, I’m

glanced at him unhappily. “You are not my son. You are my

in the direction where Sophia and Stanley stood and beckoned

while nudging him.

disgruntled, but since he was the old man in Sean’s family, he had no choice

Mitchell was even more upset. “Stanley Fletcher, I’m calling

when

Master Mitchell continued to point at Sophia while smiling happily at her and beckoned her

was in a normal attire today. Why

waving his hand at

Master Fletcher before glancing at Sean. In the end, she gazed at Old Master Mitchell, who

her with a tender look. His cloudy eyes seemed not to have

been pushed away and replaced with a piece of paper and a pen on the table.

her, asking, “Son, why aren’t you

utter a word because she was afraid that she might expose herself as a woman. She glanced at Old Master Fletcher and

not notice anything amiss. On the contrary, he answered

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

something. “Come here; write

Then, she picked up the fountain pen to write something on the lower

a request. “Write an

Ancient poem…

neat rows of words with her narrow handwriting before placing

satisfaction before handing the book over to Old Master Fletcher. He gloated, “Mason,

Fletcher insisted while accepting the book

the border thousands of miles away from their homes, are unable to return. If there

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