My Dreamy Old Husband

The child of around two to three years of age leaned pitifully in Sophia’s arms. She was scared, anxious, was too afraid to speak, and had her lips pressed together tightly. Despite having suffered, she did not dare to say a word. Michael was a father himself and did not have the heart to turn the child away.

“Okay. If you like her, we will buy her.”

After they paid for the child, Sophia stopped going in further and went to a rest area with the child in her arms instead.

She knew that she was not fit to go in there. She feared that she would not be able to control herself and end up buying all the children in the market.

“D*mmit! It had to be the Yard Family!” Michael cursed.

After finding out that it was the Yard Family, he thought it was fortunate but also a pain.

At least, the child was not sold into the pornographic industry or a killer organization. She was not sold to gruff old men as a plaything either. It was the most fortunate outcome in that wretched place.

The Yard Family was of imperial descent and they still carried on the imperial family’s traditions. Every year, they took in children of unknown origins and trained them to become bodyguards from a young age. They were similar to shadow guards in ancient times.

But, why did it have to be the Yard Family?

The Fletcher Family turned them from a flourishing entity to being left with only one son for generations. It was going to be a lot of work to bring that child back.

Suddenly, a frown appeared on Michael’s forehead and he ran out of the specialized area toward the rest area. When he got there, however, he did not see Sophia but only Hale with five to six children. Hale looked at Michael helplessly with his palms in the air in front of him.

Not long after, Sophia came back with two more children. Now, there were eight of them in total.

Both Michael and Quinton gaped at her.

I knew I shouldn’t have brought her here! She is going to buy all the children in the market at this rate!

The eight children were all around the same age as Carmen. Each one of them looked pitiful. Michael felt his head start to ache at the sight.

been eight cats or eight dogs, or even eight alpacas, it would have been better. These

on bags, she splurged on

very peculiar

“Hubby—”

looked at him pitifully with a child in

for

hotel, Sophia had people buy bags of

none of them uttered a single word. They listened to everything Sophia said without making a sound or crying. How

and could not bear to see them in misery.

parents who adored

were all of different races—Caucasian, Black, and Asian. If Sophia wanted to find their parents, she would have to search the entire world, which did not seem possible. It looked like she would have to take them all in, but she did not

did not matter if she had to take them all in. She wanted to find them adoptive families once they returned home.

time, Michael and Quinton

child. Let me do it instead. It won’t be good for you to show up there. I’ll make a deal with them as a member of the Phantom Wolf and bring the child back. The animosity between the Fletcher and Yard Families runs too deep. You shouldn’t go there. I’ve made a deal with the Yards before. They paid me to kill one of their enemies.

he did not

I want to come

…

day, after their visit to the black market, the two men went to the Yard Residence

like she would ruin things if she went with them again. She did not go

was looking after eight children by herself. If that had been eight Carmens, she would have been exhausted, but these eight children were unusually obedient. They ate as they were told, slept as they were told, and did not speak a word. That, in

though she did not know the experiences they had prior to this, she

not seem possible now, so she might as well find a reliable family to adopt them. She also

multiple shots, and went through a lot of suffering. Yet, she was unable to conceive. She had almost given up completely. Because Carmen seemed lonely by

Quinton left to go to the Yard Residence, Sophia brought the children out to eat. There was a Crimson House branch in the area and she walked in without a second thought; she ordered children’s meal sets and since there were no private rooms, they had to sit in the main dining area.

part of the restaurant next to the windows only