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.

ill again, the children of the Mitchell Family rushed to the nursing home where he resided and filled

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 the Mitchell Family with a hint of pride in her

she Sandra Mitchell—formerly

from the world of sports to devote herself to business after she obtained a graduation certificate from Bayside University. Slowly, but surely, she paved her way into the Mitchell Family as an

and every family member of the Mitchell Family

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

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

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. “Tsk, for an outsider, you really

words. She’s the champion of the

this to us. How many times

…

Mitchell Family had gone their separate ways a few years ago and if it had not been

of a thief—he allegedly bequeathed his personal property to Mark for his safekeeping, which meant that the Mitchell Family would only receive the assets from the Fletchers after Old

the Mitchell

whoever

the room to feign kindness and present themselves

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

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

he reached out with dry,

replying, “He should be arriving anytime. I just called him and he said that he’s

was beyond upset—his

knowing that his cherished son was on his way to visit him. He took a couple of shaky breaths and immediately asked

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

“Sobs, forefather…”

feigning their tears as if they were saddened by the