My Dreamy Old Husband

Sandra wore a set of professional attire as she entered the hospital ward and removed her sunglasses, revealing a set of eyes that were cold and distant. “Irene Weber, you are fully aware that he doesn’t care whether you are dead or alive and yet you still want to humiliate yourself. Are you stupid? Has he even showed up to visit you for a second? Look at yourself—how did you manage to allow Sophia Edwards to affect you like this? Even I find you pathetic!”

Although she was stoic, she wanted to fan the flames and make things worse than it already was.

Irene sneered in response. “Sandra, please don’t make the matter worse by instigating. You only want to use me to get to Sophia Edwards because she caused you to be in a situation that’s worse than mine! At least my skirt wasn’t pulled apart on the spot.”

When Sandra was younger, she only loved wearing skirts—regardless of whether it was the summer or winter season. She always wore skirts to show off her fit and long legs, but since Sophia had ripped her skirt off in public on time, she did not dare to wear skirts anymore; she even developed a deep aversion toward it after that.

Sandra had encountered the deepest humiliation in her entire life on that day, which was having her skirt and panties ripped off by Sophia in public. On top of that, Sophia had also publicly shamed and insulted Sandra to the point where she vowed to avenge the enmity. She had already thought of a thousand ways to retaliate against Sophia, but merely needed the right timing to do so.

The two women in the ward had calmed down since it was useless to expose each other’s scars as they shared a common enemy—Sophia.

Irene wanted Sophia dead—that was the only way in which she could claim Michael as her own.

On the other hand, Sandra not only wanted Sophia to die, but she also wanted to destroy the matrimony between the Fletcher Family and Cooper. Having Sophia dead was the best method in achieving that goal and Irene was an important piece to making it happen.

Sandra sat by the edge of Irene’s bed and lifted her black-rimmed sunglasses before speaking frankly, “I have a plan, which will definitely have Sophia out of the picture. I just need to find someone to execute it. Do you have an interest in it?”

Irene scoffed while answering, “Are you thinking of using me as an assassin?”

than you. After all, you are the apple of Old Master Fletcher’s eyes and he treats you like a daughter. You are favored more than his direct descendants of the Fletcher Family. If you can pull this off, I guarantee you

what Sandra said, Irene’s eyebrows shot upwards as she felt pride growing within

was true that she was the most favored in the Fletcher Family and treated like she was one of their own, if not better. Her own parents had sacrificed their lives for the country, which made her the child of martyrs—that inadvertently meant that no matter how much trouble she caused, Mark would

plan. Once it has been carried out, Sophia will die without a proper place for her body to be laid to rest. Don’t

really meant killing someone… However, when she thought of Sophia and Michael being happily together,

and responded, “Why don’t you share with me about your foolproof plan?

you genuinely want to save her, but in the end, you were unable to do so. That way, she’ll die and

actually work? How can

possibly dare to undermine you? The person I want to eliminate is Sophia as well as destroy the matrimony between Cooper and the Fletcher Family. How can I think of possibly deceiving you? In fact, I hope that you will

her own

children of the Fletcher Family and was even more favored

ladies hit it off and launched into a detailed discussion of

she packed her belongings and returned to Bayside City to heal her broken heart. In hindsight, she did not sustain any severe injuries and merely grazed her skin, but she was deeply hurt by what she had done for

people came to visit her at the hospital. The

identity,” Stanley blurted

died as a result. In the end, after successfully completing the mission, they had heroically sacrificed their own lives and did so while clutching each other in a tight embrace. The martyred couple, who had