My Dreamy Old Husband

At this critical point where the survival of the Mitchell Family was at stake, the most distinguished lady of the family, Natasha, had gone missing. There had been no news from her for more than a month now. Thus, Alex had focused all his energy on searching for his daughter. He mobilized all the forces he could to search all over the world—it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Faced against the unscrupulous Michel Family, the Mitchell Family was steadily losing the fight.

Every year, the Mitchell Family would hold an annual family meeting on New Year’s Day to summarize the gains and losses of the year, as well as looking into the future. However, the annual family meeting this year was turning into a quarrel between the Alex faction and the Cooper faction. Cooper’s old supporters were in favor of welcoming him back at any cost. They believed that it was the only way to save the family. In contrast, the Alex faction believed that Cooper was a traitor. They refused to welcome him back into the family even if he returned.

For that reason, the two factions were at each other’s throats during the annual meeting. Throughout all that, Sean acted like he was an outsider. He lowered his head to play games on his phone while he chatted with Stanley on the game chat.

Stanley: ‘Sean, I heard Sarah saying that the Mitchell Family is having a huge quarrel. It’s so loud that they can hear it from next door. Are you okay?’

Stanley: ‘Hey, why are you working on New Year’s Day?! It so happens that my family isn’t celebrating New Year’s together this year. My parents have gone overseas on an exchange program while my brother is out on a business trip. Besides, we had dinner together just a few days ago, so we’re not celebrating this year. Why don’t we go to Sophia’s house to celebrate New Year’s instead? Uncle Michael will surely bring out the good wine.’

Hmm; mooching a free meal at Michael’s house doesn’t seem like a bad idea! Besides, they have so much cured meat they won’t be able to finish them… Sean answered, ‘Yeah, okay.’

Lifting his head, he glanced at the two factions arguing ceaselessly. Then, he sneaked out. When he drove past the West Residence, he heard the West Family arguing loudly too. Therefore, he slowed his car and saw Sarah running out of the house. Peter followed behind her; he was so furious that he was jumping in anger. “Leave if you dare! And, don’t you dare come back again!”

Peter was so furious that his thick neck was flushed red. A mother and a daughter hugged each other behind him, crying. However, a barely-concealed triumphant light shone in their eyes behind the façade of their tear-stained faces.

wearing her pajamas and her hair was disheveled. Stuffing some items into her pocket, she rushed outside without turning back. Similarly, Peter was in a fit of anger. He didn’t know

her father and her stepmother! Rolling down the window,

lit up with joy.

and crying at the same time. Stopping the car, he

as she got into the car with red-rimmed eyes. “No, thanks. I want to go to my shop. I’d rather spend the New Year’s with my cats

her cat café. All the workers were on holiday today, so the doors were shut tight. Then, he quickly called Harry after watching her walk into the café. “Hello? Old Wolf, your little kitten ran away after getting into a fight with her family. Right

car at the entrance and waited for a while. The West Family affairs were not something he could meddle in. However, they had been neighbors for 10 years now. So, he had a vague understanding of their family situation. The saying ‘men

she disliked her family from a young age and would

was not easy to describe her stepmother. Her stepmother had always wanted to marry Sarah off in exchange for a sizable dowry. She also wanted to snatch away the shares Sarah owned to give to her own daughter. If not for Sarah’s capable brother, she would have

and was dressed in clothes that didn’t stand out, a mask, and a hat. Hurriedly greeting Sean, who was waiting

The Imperial. By the time he arrived, Stanley was already

returned home to celebrate the New Year’s. The kitchen and the hearth are cold, and I have no food to eat. Uncle Michael, take pity on me! Hurry up