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?”

be able to do the deed in a better manner 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,

Irene’s eyebrows shot upwards as she felt pride growing within

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

out, Sophia will die without a proper place for her body to

Up until that point, she was merely fooling around. If it really meant killing someone… However, when she thought of Sophia and Michael being happily together, her heart felt like it was being sliced by a thousand

you share with me about your foolproof

to kidnap both you and Sophia. Then, you will act like you genuinely want to save her, but in the end, you were unable to do so. That way, she’ll die and you will live life

asked, “This plan of yours—will it actually work? How

junior, so how can I possibly dare to undermine you? The person I want to eliminate is Sophia as well as destroy the matrimony

felt her own suspicions

due to her identity—she had grown up with the children of the Fletcher Family and was even more favored

two ladies hit it off and launched into a detailed discussion of their

which resulted in her losing her role. So, 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 him. It was the kind

hospital. The first of them was Stanley, who had been sent by the

in the matter. Uncle Michael and Uncle Joel have their families and children… Besides, marriage doesn’t represent your entire life and identity,” Stanley blurted his

while clutching each other in a tight embrace. The martyred couple, who had saved hundreds of lives, was awarded with first-class