My Dreamy Old Husband

Justin could not wait to kill the mastermind behind all the mess, who was Quinton. Yet, Quinton was the only one who knew how to cure Celine’s illness.

Of course, Quinton would not simply reveal the cure to them as it was the only information keeping him alive.

The military wanted him dead whereas the Fletchers tried their best to keep him alive. Their discussion had arrived at standstill as they could not come to a consensus. On the other hand, Celine had repeatedly tried to kill herself and almost succeeded in the process.

Stanley had followed up on the matter and followed Michael for the entire day. He returned today to the seaside villa to bring Judge back to the Imperial.

Sophia! You are such a jerk! Return my kittens!

Return my son as well as my mansion and my lolita!

I babysat your child for many years! You can’t just leave like this!

When Judge was tired of howling, it went to Michael’s place to have a sip of water before returning to continue its howls. Upon realizing that nothing would bring Sophia back, it was angered to the point where it went to Villa No. 8 to trash the place.

Its plans were to destroy the place and bite her husband!

Judge had bitten the corner of Michael’s pyjamas into pieces, but it was still not satisfied. It continued to bite the couch and table in the living room—and even destroyed the pillow that she made out of dog fur. As a result, the entire area was scattered with its fur and no one was able to stop the husky.

Stanley initially wanted to chat with Michael for a bit. However, after Judge threw a tantrum, Stanley could only bring it home almost immediately. Before he left, he added, “Uncle Michael, you can ask for Sophia’s help in this. She can summon him with a sentence. If she appears, he will definitely spill the beans.”

Michael shook his head with a vacant expression in his eyes and did not even know when Stanley left.

Ask for Sophia’s help?

He could not bring himself to do it.

She’s so kind; she will definitely agree to it.

What if Quinton takes this opportunity to ask for something outrageous in exchange for the information?

probably will agree to that

result, she has suffered the

after another before standing up.

a guest had surprisingly arrived—it was

Celine’s presence in the Fletcher Family, to attend Cooper’s funeral and the other time was

grandson, who looked different each

Quinton looked like a younger version of him and

the documents about Quinton. When compared to Michael and Celine, Quinton was the one

Thud!

a chess piece on the chess board, blocking his opponent’s moves. “Sorry, old

was placed between both of

of that, they were in the same room. Apart from the handcuffs on Quinton, he had a normal range of

have already lived for more than a century with children and grandchildren based all over the world. That in itself was enough for me, so if Quinton captures me, you don’t have to save me. Just open fire immediately. If I die, I will definitely drag this unfilial grandson called Quinton down with me. He’s only in his thirties while I’ve already lived over

Mark was no match for Quinton

kill in

a few rounds of chess, Mark had

others who would try to go easy on Mark, Quinton immediately launched his attack on the chess board. If he could defeat Mark in seven moves, he would never waste another

to concede defeat, Mark barked,

original positions while saying, “Old man, my time is precious. I can’t play chess with you

already lived for more than a century—I don’t have much time left. Your time is valuable, but that’s my life ticking away with every second. So, do you think your time—or mine—is more

he could never win the argument against Mark, so he continued to play chess with the old man in

only a patient in hospital would wear. The flimsy outfit made him feel insecure, but his slender fingers looked clean and fair in contrast. After he

suddenly sighed and said meaningfully, “You really look

conclusion that Mark arrived at when he

did not hear

is like you—he has patience, endurance, and foresight. With every step that he took, he could predict a hundred steps ahead. When I played

silent with his head hanging