My Dreamy Old Husband

Michael was silent for a while before he turned to Sarah and said, “Sarah, look for a chance to inform Lucile’s father tomorrow about the seriousness of Woody Mitchell’s illness. He’s the former family head of the Mitchell Family.”

Sarah was confused, but remained silent. It’s always a mysterious matter when it comes to men.

The next day, she went to Villa No. 2 again and brought a tablet to show the dogs and cats at the pet store to Sophia.

“Look, look—these puppies are like Judge, who is a purebred Husky. They are very clever, but also expensive. I keep them in my store so that someone would adopt them. I’m sure Judge’s father would want some suitable to adopt these dogs. If you like them, we can head over to my store later and I’ll give them to you. Stanley said that you don’t have to pay for it.”

Cooper had finished dressing up and arranged his work schedule beforehand since he promised that he would bring his daughter to have fun today.

She brought the tablet to him and gestured excitedly at the puppies on the screen while waiting in anticipation for his response.

Although he was not a fan of noisy dogs, he knew that it only mattered whether Sophia liked them or not and glanced at the tablet’s screen before replying, “Alright then. We’ll head to the store and bring the dogs home today.”

Sophia grinned. No one in the world is better than my father!

Cooper was about to return the tablet to Sarah when it chimed with a notification—it was a new message that popped up for one of the apps on the tablet. The message was, ‘The former chairman of Mitchell Group is seriously ill, but where would the inheritance go?’

Cooper was stunned for a moment and continued to stare at the message on the screen as his mind went blank. Woody is now seriously ill.

Only after he became a father himself was he able to understand Woody in a better manner.

Cooper had his own worries and responsibilities as Sophia’s father, but now he also had to worry about his own father, who was the family head of the Mitchell Family…

Upon realizing that she was tugging at his clothing, Cooper finally came to his senses and placed the tablet down before emotionally announcing, “Darling, Daddy has to attend to something, so I will ask Linus bring you out.”

Cooper turned and hurried out the door in the direction of the military’s nursing home.

Woody had been living at the nursing home for almost three years. Ever since his beloved Coop disappeared, his spirit had deteriorated day by day—he relied on an oxygen tube and IV drip to stay alive, but he was becoming a walking bag of bones. It was obvious that he was close to dying.

to the nursing home where he resided and filled the corridor while

and white attire, who strode past the family and into the ward. She wore a mournful expression as she turned to glance at the younger generation of

Mitchell—formerly known as Sandra

devote herself to business after she obtained a graduation certificate from Bayside University.

the statuses of each and every family member of the Mitchell

enter the ward and bid their farewell to him. After all, his inheritance belonged

relatives were only allowed to stand outside in the corridor—they had nothing to do

into his ward one by one had made the relatives of the Mitchell Family haughty and exasperated as they were called over at the crack of dawn for something that did not involve them.

your words. She’s the champion of

us. How many times has it already been? Is he

…

had not been for the Old Master, who still owned some property, no one would have

property to Mark for his safekeeping, which meant that the Mitchell Family would only receive the

the Mitchell Family, but who was the real

it seemed that whoever

into the room to feign kindness and

bed, watching the old man who was his companion for years.

thought about them surviving together in trying times and of the time when they constructed the new Cethos together. Those memories were still fresh in his mind, but it felt that in the blink of an eye, the Old Master was about to leave

he reached out with dry, trembling hands and grabbed Mark’s paw. “Mason,

be arriving anytime. I just called him and he said that he’s parking his car downstairs. He’ll be coming

left, Woody was beyond upset—his beloved Coop would not

his cherished son was on his way to visit him. He took

repeated what he replied earlier. “Just hold on for a while. He’s parking his car downstairs. There is traffic congestion

“Sobs, forefather…”

the Old Master, feigning their tears as if they were saddened by