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.

rushed to the nursing home where he resided

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

Sandra Mitchell—formerly known

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 outsider and now became

that point, the statuses of each and every family member of the Mitchell

were closely related to the Old Master could enter the ward and bid their farewell to

stand outside in the corridor—they had

the Mitchell Family haughty and exasperated as they were called over at the crack of dawn for something that did not

the champion of the

How many times has it already been?

…

their separate ways a few years ago and if it had not been for the Old Master, who

bequeathed his personal property to Mark for his safekeeping, which meant that the Mitchell Family

divisions of the Mitchell Family, but who was the real

seemed that whoever behaved well was a

divisions immediately sent their respective representatives into the room to feign kindness and present themselves as the most filial in front of

companion for years. His heart broke with the knowledge that the old

Those memories were still fresh in his mind, but it felt that in the blink of an eye, the Old Master was

last breaths, he reached out with dry, trembling hands and

swiped at his tears before replying, “He should be arriving anytime. I just called him and he said that he’s parking his car downstairs. He’ll be

upset—his beloved Coop would not

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

for a while. He’s parking his car downstairs. There is

“Sobs, forefather…”

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