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!”

his limbs and a swollen face. He had lost his voice from

innocent and uncorrupted. This child was almost the same age as her daughter, so Sophia found it hard to

was taught

gaze back at Sandra

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 such a poor job as a sister to educate your brother on how

were startled. Those

taking off girls’

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 if he lifted your daughter’s skirt? She probably wasn’t

than certain

made in the kindergarten. Yet

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

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 daughter

as her heart raced, but she maintained a steady look and retorted, “What nonsense are

knowing gaze from her bright,

born after Sandra

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

was unwilling to accept him. That was why they had

his wife almost lost their lives to safely have Albert

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

if this legitimate heir grew

‘groomed and nurtured’ from a young age to become like

well what’s going on, 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 way you bring him up results in him

first place. She felt all sense of guilt when facing Sophia until a sudden thought struck her.