My Dreamy Old Husband

Blade had an ordinary Westerner look. He was not easily recognizable in the West, but he was even more indiscernible to the Easterners. Still, he was rather handsome. Unfortunately, he was also dead.

Quinton felt that he had died too easily. Although the Fletchers were rather strong, he had prepared for so long to deal with the Fletcher Family, only to succeed in bombing two of them. Quinton even suspected that the man in front of him was not Blade.

How could the man, who made Katrina betray him without any hesitation, turn out to be so ordinary? Katrina was the personality he had created from scratch and instilled into Celine’s mind. She should have been completely loyal to him. Unexpectedly, Katrina had asked to quit the Phantom Wolf for Blade’s sake.

He thought Katrina’s mind had been broken; he thought she had gone silly due to love. Who, among those that were in this line of work, was not stained with blood? Quit? Was that even possible? Moreover, she wanted to quit with Blade; she wanted to live an ordinary life. That was nothing more than a fantasy!

I thought Blade was some earth-shatteringly beautiful man, but… Despite having one less rival, he was not happy. Killers were not allowed to be emotional. Katrina and Blade had both broken the greatest taboo! For that reason, Katrina’s personality had been obliterated without mercy. Similarly, Blade became nothing more than a corpse lying on the ground.

All of a sudden, Quinton saw that Blade seemed to be holding something in his hand. Putting on a pair of gloves, he tried hard to loosen Blade’s tightly-clenched fist to take out the item in his hand.

Stanley said, “When he was on the verge of death, he took that out of his pocket and held it tightly.”

When Quinton saw what it was, he couldn’t help smiling bitterly. He finally understood why Katrina had betrayed him for Blade.

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had been injured, and she temporarily couldn’t move nor speak. Alas,

she wept uncontrollably, and her guilt grew stronger. Yet, she couldn’t make a sound. She shakingly lifted her hand that was not connected to

and said, “I don’t blame you.

tears rained down. Sophia hurriedly wiped Sarah’s tears away. She understood—after going through Sarah’s Twitter feed the other day, she understood what was

his first wife, Mrs. West, would push their cart through the streets every day to sell breakfast. Their earnings were slim, and their family was poor. That amusement

park for the whole day. Even if they were so poor that they couldn’t afford the food and drinks inside

At the same time, their family’s financial condition got better and better by the day—to the point where

another wife and had another daughter. Thus, he got more and more estranged from Sarah. As Sarah’s brother grew up and went abroad to study, she was left all alone in the world. What kind of experience was it to completely break off all relations with the person she once

satisfactory—her father was no longer the world’s greatest father from her memories. When she learned that Harry had murdered Peter, she finally understood. The person she once loved the most had long since disappeared. She believed that her father deserved what he got. At the same time, she felt sad and bitter. All she wanted was to calm down in the place which was filled with

fault. Hence, she stayed to talk with Sarah for a while before leaving quickly. She

stopping. Only a small part of her tears was for her father. Rather, she even felt a sense of relief when she learned that her father was dead. The greatest father in the world she had as a