My Dreamy Old Husband

You want an explanation?! I’ll give you one!

Sophia strode toward Sandra.

Sandra saw Sophia walking in her direction. The latter’s blue eyes were stone cold and filled with a murderous intent that was so strong that Sandra could sense it even before she got close. Sandra apprehensively retreated and ordered both her security guards to step in between Sophia and her to ensure her safety.

But Sandra’s sense of security was short-lived. Sophia gestured her hand, and the Mitchell family’s henchmen pushed Sandra’s guards aside before forming a human wall, covering both women in a circle.

Intimidated and lost for words, Sandra kept stepping back as Sophia closed in on her.

“What, now? Are you scared? Didn’t you ask for an explanation or compensation? Here I am now, so come and get your explanation!”

Sophia’s voice echoed over Sandra’s. Her presence was overpowering as she marched closer toward Sandra, emanating a threatening sense of bloodthirsty rage.

At this moment, Cooper stayed still as he observed how his daughter confronted Sandra.

The Mitchell family would have to be reunited eventually, and Sophia, being the firstborn daughter of her generation in the family, would have to face Sandra one day. That day had now arrived.

Realizing she was cornered, Sandra held on to the belief that she was the rightful heir to the throne and summoned the courage to face Sophia by straightening her back and doubling down on her dominating presence.

She knew better than anyone else who she was facing within that man-made circle.

“Sophia, my brother’s injury report will be out very soon. Take my advice and hand over those little sh*ts, or else…”

Sophia crossed her arms as she took a step forward and said, “My child was not in the wrong, and neither was my dog. Your brother deserved every single bit of it! According to the Mitchell’s family tree, my daughter is two generations ahead of you and your brother in seniority. Her beating your brother up was just her teaching him a lesson in basic manners as a grandaunt!”

all over his limbs and

so Sophia found it hard to believe that a young human being could be capable

was taught

reverted her gaze back at Sandra

doing such a terrible thing at such a young age; he even has the cheek to intrude on other girls’ dignity. Imagine what he would do when he grows up! Since you are doing

were startled. Those

taking off

a scoff and said nonchalantly, “My brother’s only three. Do you expect a three-year-old to understand these things? He can’t even tell if he’s a boy or a girl. So what if the kids were playing and lifting each others’ skirts? Kids aren’t aware of these things; so what

than certain that the child’s unacceptable behaviour

would tell Sophia about all the new friends she had made in the kindergarten. Yet whenever Albert’s name came up, Hope and Ashton had nothing but negative things to

child to dislike another, but what if the entire class expressed

“Seems to me… you’re doing this on purpose.” Everything made sense under all that guise. “Deep down, you know what you are and where you stand in your family. We both know how you were able to take up the position of the eldest

little black book and read her deepest, darkest secrets aloud to everyone. Her breath staggered as her heart raced, but she maintained a steady look and retorted, “What nonsense are you spewing?! Threat? I don’t even know what

gaze from her bright,

Sandra’s younger stepbrother. He was born after Sandra replaced the late

nurture Natasha, but she fell short of his expectations. When he managed to bear a younger son, Natasha strangled him to death.

illegitimate child, his wife was unwilling to accept him. That was why they had to bear another son

and his wife almost lost their lives to safely have Albert

was grown, Sandra would lose everything that she had and return to square one. She was just a replacement after all, and everything that she was supposed to have would naturally be taken away by her stepbrother, the legitimate heir of

this legitimate heir grew up unfit to

a young age to

Sandra!” Sophia spat as she advanced toward Sandra with a cold crooked smile. “Let me tell you this—I don’t care how you educate your brother, but if the

opportunity handed to her in the first place. She felt all sense of guilt when facing Sophia until